Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

"It turns out to be him!"

Everyone present now suddenly realized after hearing Mo Bei's name.

No wonder this young man is so strong. He is actually the third person to refresh the rankings.

At this moment, the eight magical monks who had just stepped out of the void also heard the words of the casual cultivators below and knew Mo Bei's identity.

"Is this the third monster to refresh the Babel Monument? No wonder the sense of oppression is so strong."

The eight old monks looked at Mobei, who was standing opposite, leaning on a knife.

It’s not a matter of leaving or staying. I don’t know what to do for a moment.

However, just when the eight old monks and Mo Bei looked at each other awkwardly, Mo Bei spoke at this moment.

"Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry and play with me."

"this……"

The eight old monks who heard this looked at each other and didn't know how to answer for a while.

From the current point of view, the eight of them combined are not necessarily the opponents of each other.

But since the other party has said so, it's hard for them to refuse.

"Amitabha! I hope the little benefactor will show mercy."

The leading old monk spoke to Mobei. Although there are eight of them, they still have no confidence that they can take down Mobei.

At this moment, they really want to greet their six junior brothers.

Why call someone if nothing happens? Can't you just handle it yourself?

"Should we help Third Senior Brother?"

At this moment, Xu Huaian looked at Mobei and eight old monks who were confronting each other not far away and asked Jun Xiaoyao and others.

"Just rest, haven't you been beaten enough?"

Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of wine and spoke teasingly.

Xu Huaian was a little unhappy when he heard this.

"Fourth Senior Brother, who do you think got beaten? It was obviously me who beat him up, okay?"

However, Jun Xiaoyao smiled when he heard this and did not answer.

Instead, he picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine and said to Ah Qi:

"Junior brother, can you play a piece of piano?"

"Can!"

After Ah Qi finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in the sky, put the guqin on his knees, adjusted the strings a little, and then started playing.

Xu Huaian, on the other hand, turned his head to the battlefield in Mobei a little arrogantly, seeming to be sulking.

Chen Fan shook his head in amusement when he saw this. He is a teenager, but he still has a childish attitude.

"Master uncles are going to teach that boy a lesson."

At this moment, all the Buddhist disciples were looking into the void.

I look forward to my eight master uncles being able to defeat Mobei, who is standing with a sword.

"Who do you think will win?"

A Buddhist disciple asked with a frown. He always felt that his eight uncles might not be able to defeat the third person who refreshed the Babel Monument.

"You still need to ask? Are you out of your mind? Eight against one, who do you think can win? It must be my uncles!"

"That's right! How old is that kid? He's only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if he cultivated in his mother's womb, how high can his current cultivation be?"

The other Buddhist disciples looked at the Buddhist disciple who asked this question as if they were looking at a fool.

Eight great monks in the supernatural realm surrounded and beat up a teenage boy. Isn't that easy to catch?

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that their master uncle did not even dare to rescue them before.

Or maybe they thought the eight old monks just didn't have time to rescue them.

"Do you think those eight holy monks can defeat this evildoer who ranks at the front of the Babel Monument?"

The casual cultivators at the scene also asked. Since the news of the war here has spread throughout Xiling Prefecture,

At this moment, the area around Xutuo Mountain was already surrounded by casual cultivators and spies from some big forces.

Even Daputuo Temple and Datianhua Temple, one of the three holy temples, sent people over.

Passing the news back all the time, even to Eastern China,

Some forces from the southern state and the northern desert state rushed to the scene one after another.

This is the collision between the monsters of Shenyin Peak and the Buddhist holy land of Xilingzhou, which is very exciting.

"It's hard to say! Previously, Xu Huaian was able to fight with magical powers with his cultivation in the Purple Mansion realm and was undefeated.

This Mobei is his senior brother, and did you see that Xu Huaian and others were watching the battle from the sidelines, with no intention of stepping forward to help. "

The sensible monk answered the casual cultivator's question and provided the basis for such analysis.

"It's true, Ah Qi actually still has the heart to play the piano, and she doesn't seem to be panicked at all."

A casual cultivator looked at Ah Qi who was playing the piano calmly and said.

"Just wait and see, they are probably going to take action soon, and it will be clear whether they are going to fight or not."

As this casual cultivator spoke,

The others also nodded in agreement, all closed their mouths, and looked attentively at Mo Bei and others in mid-air.

But what everyone doesn’t know is that,

In the void at this moment, the Taoist ancestors of the three holy temples have condensed a dharma body and gathered here.

They also set their sights on the battle in the air.

"Amitabha! Moko, your Datianlei Temple was suppressed by a few juniors so that you couldn't hold your head up?"

The old monk of Daputuo Temple had a smile on his face, looked at the other old monk with a sad look on his face and said.

However, when Old Monk Moko heard this, he lowered his eyebrows and said:

"Amitabha! It doesn't matter! It's just a small fight between my family members."

The expressions of the other two old monks suddenly changed when they heard this. A petty quarrel between their own family members?

At this moment, they all understood what Old Monk Moko meant.

This is obviously an attempt to convert the monsters on these Tongtian Monuments.

"Your Datianlei Temple is really good at planning. I even heard about it in Daputuo Temple."

The old monk Mogan from Daputuo Temple spoke with a complicated expression, and at the same time there was a look of envy on his face.

"Amitabha! Where is it!"

When the old monk Moko heard this, he clasped his hands together, made a Buddha name, and said with kind eyes,

There was a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Amitabha! Senior brother Moko, I have something to ask of you. Is it okay?"

The old monk Mojie from Datianhua Temple suddenly smiled and said to the old monk Moke with a flattering look.

"Amitabha! Junior brother, it doesn't matter if you say so."

Moko replied calmly.

"Junior brother, I see that the ancient holy body has a destiny with our temple, and it can be a Buddhist disciple of our temple. Senior brother, can you make it convenient for me to take it away?"

Mojie spoke cautiously, while raising his eyes to observe Moko's expression.

"Oh! So that's the request!"

Moko heard this with a nonchalant tone, as if it was just a small request.

Mogan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, thinking why didn't he think of this idea?

But just now, I had already opened my mouth to mock Mojie, that old bald ass.

Even if you open your mouth now, it's probably too late.

When the old monk Mojie heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of joy,

"Yes, senior brother, so senior brother has agreed?"

"No, no, no! I didn't agree."

Old monk Moko spoke calmly, with a look of anger on his face.