I was immersed in the new worship of Su Ji as my master, but at this time I was deeply worried about Su Ji.

Born to be smart and understand people's hearts better.

In any case, Su Ji treated him well. And he felt that if he didn't have himself, his master would leave if he wanted to leave, so he would not have to bother with the old monk at all.

Ji was not as thoughtful as he had just recognized his apprentice, and his appearance was clear at this moment.

Bet on the boundless martial arts world.

The Buddha, the Bodhisattva, the Arhat, the golden light shines. The monk is like driving a piece of paradise to come to the west. Su Ji is always indifferent.

Even if it is the top martial arts in Buddhism, what if it is the supernatural power that can suppress eternal ones?

Even Buddha has seen it.

Su Ji walked forward with his hands in his arms and flew straight towards the monk.

In front of the monk, there is a three-foot void.

The golden light of Wanfo Chaozong was about to tear everything apart, and Su Ji's body was inclined to be ashes. At this time, Su Ji poked out a claw.

Like catching the moon at the sea, like catching the wind and shadows.

Between the claws, the most subtle and mysterious change in the hands of the captains in the world.

Seeing this, the Bodhisattva just ignored Su Ji's catch.

The Buddha's light on his body became more and more powerful. The extremely dazzling Buddha's light seemed to reach the blue and white springs, shining everything, turning the world into the Pure Land of Bliss.

And his body also began to appear with grains of golden sand.

Su Ji grabbed the monk's chest, not his heart, but a handful of sand.

The Bodhisattva has truly become mud and sand.

He is at the center of Buddha's light and is also subject to the most violent impact.

As his body melted, a layer of Qi spread out of his body, fluctuating continuously.

If there is a great martial arts master here, he will recognize that this is the skill of falling into clothes and falling down, but it is just a superb use for Su Ji.

Since this kung fu was created, no one has been able to bring it to the point of Su Ji.

In an instant, Su Ji set up ninety-nine eighty-one rays of energy that were stained with clothes and falling, and the hardness and softness continued to transform, like a big millstone, grinding away the endless Buddha light.

When I was drunk, I saw Su Ji slowly walking towards the shore from the golden light.

Every step you take, the golden light dimmed a little.

When he was about to walk to the shore, Su Ji opened his mouth, and the remaining golden light was actually sucked into Su Ji's mouth, but his stomach was not bloated.

The skin is also dyed golden and bright.

It was originally like a jade master, but he became a golden-faced Buddha.

Su Ji was down-to-earth and stepped on a cliff, and a large area of ​​rocks rolled in the river. Su Ji shook his legs and feet, and a large splash of water immediately emerged from the river surface, and countless fish flew.

Su Ji let out a breath slowly, and another sword energy went straight to the sky, wafting away a low white cloud.

I was stunned by the intoxication.

Su Ji whispered: "Disciple, you can learn this martial arts in the future."

He murmured intoxication: "I'm afraid my disciples can't learn it." Su

Ji laughed and said, "How can I not learn to be my disciple? Let's go, I want to see how many demons and monsters there are to stop me."

He defeated the ancient monks of the White Horse Temple, wiped out the depressed spirit of Yan Zhuang before, and raised his confidence to the extreme.

The energy is so high that it is unimaginable.

The masters of the world probably don’t take them to his eyes.

The three immortals such as Nian Taiping Zhenren wiped out the hundreds of Taoist dynasties. How energetic they could do it, and Su Ji could do it too.

Zui stammered and said, "Master, why don't you go back first? I'm by your side, I'm afraid it will drag you down." Su

Ji said: "If you feel you are burdened, practice hard."

He said intoxicatedly: "But it will be useless for me to practice this more time." Su

Ji smiled and said, "There are always endless difficulties and obstacles in this world, and there are endless enemies who can kill them. One point of practice is one point of gain. If you don't work hard, you will never be able to make progress." Chen

Zui admired and said, "What Master said is that I thought that Master would achieve today's achievements by working hard all the time. My disciples must take Master as an example." Su

Ji coughed lightly and said, "Let's go."

He wouldn't say that not only did he not work hard, he was also the most leisurely person on Luofu Mountain. Alas, how did he get this skill?

There are always different opportunities in a person's life.

However, it is always right whenever you try.

Being immersed in realizing Su Ji, that's what happened next. At this moment, Su Ji's image in his heart is extremely tall.

Ji was intoxicated and crossed mountains and rivers, and the golden color on his skin gradually faded.

There are not many mountains and rivers left by Luofu.

Drunk and full of expectations. Su

Ji fell on a mountain, frowning.

On the mountain there was a Confucian scholar sitting on the ground, with a high crown and wide belt, and his appearance was strange and ancient.

Ji landed on the top of the mountain and couldn't fly even if he wanted to.

The vitality of this world seems to be unstoppable to anyone, lively and agile, as if a fish swimming in the water, very free.

Ji looked at the Confucian scholar and asked, "Who is your lord?"

He recognized the origin of the Clay Bodhisattva, but he knew nothing about the Confucian scholars who appeared in front of him.

Among the three masters of the religion, only the Confucian masters are the most mysterious.

Even if we have earth-shaking cultivation, we may not be able to use it once in our lives. This type of person is really inferior to those warriors who break the realm step by step in fighting, but they have unique magical powers that make people admire him.

Although he lost the ability to drive the vitality of heaven and earth at this time, his martial arts cultivation is still there.

Although life is strange, it is not too scared of him.

Sheng smiled and said, "Xiaoke Yang Taixuan."

Su Ji said in surprise: "Are you the literary saint a thousand years ago, Yang Taixuan who wrote the Taixuan Sutra?"

The Confucian scholar said: "That Yang Taixuan is dead." Su

Ji smiled and said, "You are afraid that it is not something that Taiping Zhenren can drive. He created you? Yes, He is the embodiment of the will of sentient beings. It is natural to create Yang Taixuan."

The Confucian scholar said: "Brother Su Dao is very smart, he can point out my roots and feet in one word. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Su Ji said: "Do you want to kill me too?" Ru

Sheng said: "I used to be powerless. Even if I grow up a little, I can't kill you, a great master of martial arts who is rare." Su

Ji said: "How are you going?"

The Confucian scholar said: "I will not hurt people, but I can trap people."

Su Ji looked out, and his eyes were all around him, but when he looked carefully, it was very blurry. It seemed like a mirror was stained with water vapor.

He said word by word: "What kind of magical power is this?"
Chapter completed!