The top of the mountain is very flat, with a magnificent temple standing in the middle. The sky is covered with clouds and dark wind blowing the prayer flags on the golden roof of the temple, making a sound.

Liu Ruobing said, "We are here. This is the temple where Emperor Luo, the divine mountain of Nian Baoyuze, was inaugurated by the Dharma King."

The open space in front of the temple was already full of people, all of whom were lamas in lama clothes. Several trombones were lined up on both sides and dragged them to the ground. Several large-shouldered lamas with round cheeks bulging with their cheeks, making whimpering sounds that were shaking the sky and the earth.

The lamas in the middle of the two rows bowed to Yang Qiuchi and others.

Yang Qiuchi's jujube horse turned around in the open space, then stopped it, first turned over and dismounted, and then helped Liu Ruobing to get off the horse.

Song Yun'er had already dismounted and walked over to support Liu Ruobing.

The two rows of lamas in the middle proclaimed the Buddha's name together, walked up, bowed together and bowed to him to pay tribute.

The moment was an old lama, who was in his sixties, had a fat head and big ears, and his third and fourth-level chin covered his neck, as if a big watermelon was placed on a large water tank. His skin was dark, his lips were thick and rolled, his triangle eyes were filled with a hint of cold light, his arms and waist were large, and when he was celebrating, his ten fingers were like sticks.

The fat man bowed in fluent Chinese language and said, "My dear Mr. Yang, I have seen Mr. Yang. Mr. Jue came from afar and worked hard all the way."

This big water tank is the famous Duogan master. The abbot of Nian Baoyuze's sect, and Di Luo, who was named the initiation of the Dharma King by the emperor. It turns out that this is the virtue, haha, it is better to meet than to meet, and it is even worse to be famous when you meet, haha.

Yang Qiuchi smiled in his heart, but he didn't show any trace of his face. He also returned a bow and said, "Thank you, the Dharma King, I came here uninvited. I hope the Dharma King forgives his sins."

"What is the word of the Lord?" Di Luoheshi said, "Your noble body is so noble that you can come here, but this is a great face. Please!"

Yang Qiuchi and Di Luo walked into the temple side by side, and Song Yuner supported Liu Ruobing and followed her.

Come to the Main Hall, and sit down with guests and hosts. They serve incense tea.

After a few words, Yang Qiuchi asked straight to the point: "How many disciples are there under the throne of Dharma?"

Di Luo humbly replied: "I have six disciples in total. But I don't know why the Lord asked this?"

Yang Qiuchi said: "The Dharma King is extremely skilled in martial arts and is known as the number one master of Duogan. His sister and disciple want to come and learn a little while. I will come and have a look at the fun."

A cold light came out of the Diluo Triangle's eyes, and he glanced at Liu Ruobing and Song Yun'er. Then, he lowered his eyes and said, "Mr. That's all old things. I have been devoted to worshiping Buddha over the years. I have long forgotten some of the three-legged cat skills I learned when I was young."

"No way." Yang Qiuchi smiled, "Just just now, your eldest disciple had a move with the sister. The moves were weird, and the sister almost suffered a loss. I am very interested in this martial arts."

Di Luo glanced at Jobba, and saw that he was blushing and full of depression. He knew that the competition had lost, so he couldn't help but snorted, turned his fat face, and laughed again, and looked at Yang Qiuchi with triangular eyes: "The Lord came from afar. I'm afraid it's not just to see the fun, right?"

"It's really not." Yang Qiuchi was too lazy to go around with him and asked: "That's right, when I solved a case, I found that the murderer used the murder method was the strange move of the noble school. Of course, I believe that the disciples under the throne of Dharma will never do such things. I just came to check and see if there were any morally corrupt lay disciples who have learned this skill and done such things."

Di Luo said, thought for a while, and shook his head: "What kind of kung fu is the Lord talking about? I'm not sure."

Song Yuner was impatient and stood up and walked into the field. Liang Jie gestured for that move. Liu Ruobing had once gestured for her. When fighting at the foot of the mountain, Qiangba used it, so she remembered the move, but she didn't know that strange internal force, so she could only slowly compare her move.

Di Luo nodded: "Since this move has a lot to do with the Lord's investigation of the case, I dare not hide it. This is indeed a unique skill in my school. Without me personally teaching internal strength as a foundation, it is useless to learn the moves. This internal strength is very difficult to practice. Only four of my six disciples have learned this skill. Other disciples and monks can't do it, and no disciples from the layman have learned this martial arts."

"On the third day of November, where are the four disciples of the Dharma King who knows this martial arts? "

Di Luo didn't think about it: "In August this year, I took six disciples back to the mountain, and never left the sacred mountain again, until today."

Di Luo's answer seemed to be as expected by Yang Qiuchi. He just smiled and nodded, as if he was not much depressed.

After hearing Yang Qiuchi's question, Liu Ruobing spoke, "Dharma King, I came to see the Dharma King to practice martial arts. Please give me some advice."

Di Luo's eyes were like lightning, and he stared at Liu Ruobing coldly: "Who are you?"

Liu Ruobing said lightly: "The name is just a symbol. I don't want to compete for this title. I just want to compete for it. I just want to compete for what I have learned in martial arts. I heard that you are the number one master of Duogan and the opportunity is rare, so please come and give me some advice."

Di Luo shook his head: "The Lord is pregnant with Liujia and is about to give birth. He will start to get rid of the fetus, which is my fault."

Liu Ruobing challenged her back then, and fought when she met her, and fought until the main master came out. She had never seen Di Luo last time and was very regretful. She had been obsessed with martial arts all her life. Although she was pregnant at this moment, she was very skilled and brave, but she was not afraid. She had always cherished words and walked slowly to the court. She flipped her bare hands and had a short blade in her palm. She said lightly: "Dharma King doesn't need to say much. If you don't fight, I will fight."

The Dharma King Diluo said coldly: "Miss, is this me?"

"Go to do it! Whether you stop until you stop, you will be obedient."

Although Yang Qiuchi knew that Liu Ruobing had great martial arts skills and no one in the world could defeat him, he was worried that the child in Liu Ruobing's belly would secretly lift up his clothes and make up his mind that as long as Liu Ruobing was in danger, he would have to use a pistol. Even if he killed this big water tank, he would not be able to make any mistakes.

The Diluo Dharma King slapped a few fat palms, then turned two people out of the back hall, holding two weapons in both hands. When Yang Qiuchi saw it, he was shocked. It turned out that the two people were holding a pair of copper hammers the size of watermelon!

Copper hammers are usually used for land on the battlefield. Few people in the martial arts world use this thing, which is too much space to carry.

However, when Yang Qiuchi saw this pair of copper hammers, his heart sank. When the two carried it out, they could see that each pair of copper hammers weighed at least eighty or ninety kilograms, which was round and a pit was smashed on the ground. Liu Ruobing's martial arts are known for her lightness and agility, but now she is pregnant and cannot run all over the field. Once she fights head-on, she will definitely suffer a loss.

Yang Qiuchi shouted anxiously: "Bing'er, you are in a state of inconvenience now, why don't we come back in the future."

Liu Ruobing turned his head and looked at him, and smiled sweetly: "It's okay, he can't hurt me."

This sentence was so confident. However, it made the Emperor Luo Dawang so angry that he smoked his seven orifices. He took the copper hammer and hit the two hammers, and a loud bang, which made people's eardrums hurt. Then he screamed, and a copper hammer fell on Liu Ruobing's head.

Liu Ruobing took a slight step, and the copper hammer almost wiped against Liu Ruobing's shoulders, and the other hammer hit her chest. Liu Ruobing turned slightly, and the copper hammer only passed by her.

In this way, the bronze hammer of the Diluo Dharma King swung like the wind, and heaved it around Liu Ruobing one after another. Liu Ruobing always twisted his body slightly, and with a wrong step, he could only dodge away in the slightest way. However, the short blade in his hand never took action.

The King of Diluo screamed, his fat body was like a wheel, circling around Liu Ruobing, and his copper hammer danced like a windmill. In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred rounds passed. No, to be precise, he danced more than a hundred moves by himself, and Liu Ruobing had never returned a single move.

However, Yang Qiuchi still found that there were fine beads of sweat on Liu Ruobing's nose. Obviously, Liu Ruobing was also very nervous. She was pregnant and did not dare to move too much. She kept dodging and observing the opponent's flaws, hoping to defeat the enemy with one move. The opponent's martial arts skills were really high, and she could not find such an opportunity.

If you drag this way, Di Luo would not show any signs of weakening strength, but this high-intensity confrontation poses too much a threat to Liu Ruobing. Liu Ruobing also knew very well. She felt that the child in her stomach was also moving, and she couldn't help but scream and prayed secretly: Baby, don't make trouble at this time. When your mother defeats this big water tank, you can do whatever you want!

Liu Ruobing stroked his lower abdomen with one hand and held a sword with the other hand, frowned and still dodged very quickly. The Emperor Dao did not mean to be sympathetic and was already crazy, and he roared and screamed and danced even harder.

Yang Qiuchi was very nervous. He had already grabbed the Type 77 pistol in his calf and quietly loaded it. However, Di Luo was like a running fat donkey, circled around Liu Ruobing, which was difficult to shoot, for fear of hurting Liu Ruobing.

Just when he was anxious, Liu Ruobing felt a abdominal pain in his condition, and he secretly shouted that it was not good. This sign was probably about to give birth. This child was really, but he was about to be born at this time.

Liu Ruobing could only bite his silver teeth, and with a clear scream, he heard a loud clanging sound. Di Luo's two hammers were swept away by Liu Ruobing's sword, flew backwards, and hit the clay Buddha statue behind him. The clay Buddha's head and half of his body were smashed away, and dust flew for a moment.

Liu Ruobing pointed the short blade in his hand at Di Luo's throat, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!