Wild Concubine Taming the Beast: The Emperor Wants to Be Touched by His Tail Every Night

"Wow, what the hell, we can actually transform? Oh my God, I've grown arms for thousands of years. I've even forgotten what I look like."

As the power of the finishing touch continued to be released, the ghosts around Yunhuang actually transformed into shapes.

And as their appearance became clearer, they were actually able to speak.

"Summoner, you are a Summoner. Oh my god, after thousands of years, there is a Summoner in Jiuzhou Continent."

"Yes, it's really strange. The summoner is actually a little girl. Hey, girl, you can actually reshape our bodies. It's really amazing."

Suddenly, a shadow floated in front of Yunhuang, and he looked at Yunhuang carefully with his eyes open.

Yunhuang frowned as she looked at the phantom in front of her.

Monk?

How can it be a group of monks? Anyone with eyes can see it. These people are all bald and wearing monks' clothes.

The finishing brush was still busy around the ghosts, sketching and drawing, directly drawing out the clothes these ghosts wore before they died.

The ghosts looked at it in amazement and became even more curious about Yunhuang.

"Girl, who are you? Even if you are a summoner, we have never heard that a summoner has this kind of ability. At most, you can summon our form, which is so accurate that we are wearing it.

Clothes. And this pen, what is it?"

A fat monk surrounded Yunhuang. He no longer whined, but spoke very clearly.

He was probably between forty and fifty years old, and he still had a beard. The other monks were older and younger, but after their transformation, they were more well-behaved than when they were ghosts.

"I haven't asked you who you are, monks? It seems that the monks in Kyushu Continent have long since disappeared."

With a straight face, Yunhuang finally finished her finishing work and came directly over to rub her palm.

"Who said that, without monks, where can martial arts come from? We are the originators of martial arts in the Jiuzhou Continent. Girl, you are a great martial artist and should be practicing martial arts. Then you should have heard of the martial arts secrets, Tian Kuizhi

Show off."

The fat monk was smiling and circling around Yunhuang, as if he couldn't wait to show off himself.

Yunhuang thought about it seriously, and shook her head under the fat monk's earnest gaze.

I’ve never heard of it. What the hell is this? Isn’t it the Xuanmen Sect, the originator of martial arts in Kyushu Continent? I’ve never heard of any temples, such as Shaolin Temple or something like that.

"You girl, you are ignorant and ill-informed. There are many people who want this Tian Kui Zhi Yao but they have nowhere to look for it. You don't know the goods."

The fat monk was furious, and the other monks behind him looked at each other, walked around Yunhuang, and said, "Then have you heard of the Xuanmen Sect?"

"I've heard of him, isn't he the originator of martial arts? The number one martial arts sect in the Nine Provinces continent, with countless disciples under his sect."

Yunhuang nodded, the Xuanmen Sect has developed greatly. Although there are no blinding geniuses among its disciples in recent years, he is the originator after all, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

"Hey, what the originator of martial arts, that old dog Chu Xuan plotted against our Shaolin Temple, brought the disciples in the temple to this land of death, destroyed our bodies and suppressed our souls, so that we can never leave here, he occupied

He learned the martial arts secrets and weapons from the Shaolin Temple and developed some Xuanmen sect. Damn it, you villain! If I can get out, I will definitely kill him."

The fat monk was very angry, and bursts of strong pressure came from him, which shocked Yunhuang and Bai Ze.

They are all remnants of souls and still have such great energy. No wonder they are suppressed here. If she hadn't re-condensed the spirits of these people, I'm afraid they would be buried under this loess forever.

"You said that the ancestors of the Xuanmen Sect founded the Xuanmen Sect by killing people and seizing treasures?"

Yunhuang raised his eyebrows. If this is really what the monk said, it would be interesting.

"Girl, let me ask you, have you ever heard that Chu Xuan has perfected the supreme martial arts move Tian Zhi Realm?"

After the fat monk finished cursing, he quickly looked at Yunhuang. This time, Yunhuang somewhat believed the monk's words.

Realm of Heaven, it is indeed the supreme move of martial arts. It can only be learned by reaching the supreme level. However, after so many years, I have never heard of anyone being able to achieve the supreme level.

"Okay, I know from your expression. Yes, with the glory of Tiankui here, probably no one in Jiuzhou continent can reach the realm of heaven, and there will no longer be a martial arts master at the supreme realm, hey."

The fat monk sighed and clasped his hands behind his back. He didn't know what he was thinking of, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh damn it, I still can't bear this tone. We want revenge. Damn Xuanmen Sect, I want to destroy it."

The fat monk hadn't been sad for a while, and slapped his thigh, his face full of resentment. He was relatively round, with thick earlobes, and he was quite kind-hearted in appearance, but as soon as the word "fuck" came out of his mouth, it sounded a bit off.

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"Senior brother, this is probably not difficult. Tian Kui's Glory is here with us. As long as we can find a successor, we might be able to pass on our unique skills to her."

Behind him, a thin monk looked very smart. He pulled the fat monk's arm and looked at Yunhuang from time to time. His intention was not to be too obvious.

"Yes, the Shaolin Temple is not extinct. Isn't there still that boy Ling Yi? Hundreds of years have passed, and even if that boy Ling Yi is dead, his descendants should be there too. I don't believe that even if you hold a token, you still have it.

Ling Yi’s descendants cannot be found.”

The fat monk's eyes lit up, he flipped through his clothes for a long time, and waved to the finishing pen.

Yunhuang squinted, the fat monk smiled flatteringly, and the finishing pen flew to the fat monk's side. The fat monk muttered a few words, and then the finishing pen drew a few times in mid-air, and only a Crouching Tiger Token was visible.

The cards slowly appeared.

When Bai Ze saw the token, he shouted out uncontrollably: "White Tiger Order! What is your relationship with the Tang Sect?"

The Tang Sect is a very mysterious martial arts sect in the Kyushu Continent. Although the Tang Sect is not big and the disciples inside are very low-key, it has many masters. It is also a sect that the Xuanmen Sect has been very afraid of in recent years.

And this White Tiger Forest Token is the Tang Sect’s token.

"What, Tang Clan? That's right, that should be right. Is the Tang Clan's sect leader named Ling?"

The fat monk's hands were shaking, and Bai Ze nodded slowly. His surname was Ling, and it seemed they knew each other.

"What a good boy. Thank God the Shaolin Temple didn't force him to become a monk."

The fat monk nodded happily, and the thin monk scolded him again. He chuckled and moved closer to Yunhuang: "Girl, since you are a great martial artist, I wonder if you are willing to learn more martial arts.

Moves? Our senior brothers are also masters. If you become our teacher, we can teach you our lifelong skills."

"I see that you girl has a bad temper. You have learned our moves. Whether you want to chop someone or hit someone, you can knock them down from a distance. This is the rumored way of beating a cow in the air.

, how about it, are you interested?"

The fat monk rubbed his hands. Yunhuang wasn't very interested at first, but the words "beat cow" caught her attention from a distance.

She had never heard of such a move for beating a cow in the air, but she suddenly became interested.

"Who knows whether what you said is true or false."

Yunhuang crossed his arms across his chest. The fat monk was unhappy when he heard this: "Don't believe it? Watch out, girl, but don't worship me too much. I'm just a legend after all!"

After the fat monk finished speaking, he turned around on the spot with unusual flexibility. He could see his hands forming fists, and his fists generated wind. With his movements, the airflow in the air seemed to be mobilized, and the invisible was better than the tangible.

With a "boom", just as the fat monk said, the ground was shaken by the blast of air.

The fat monk was so powerful when he was just a shadow. If he were a real person, he would be even more powerful.

Fengfeng looked at the fat monk's fist with bright eyes.

If she learns this move, her shy punch will be even more powerful.

"There are still us, girl, please keep an eye on us."

The thin monk and the dozen or so monks behind him were not to be outdone. They waved their hands one after another. Yunhuang could feel the sharpness of their moves. If these moves were placed outside, each move would probably become a unique skill.

Could this be the rumored Eighteen Shaolin moves?

"Oh!"

The monks were working hard to show off their moves. Suddenly, a low laughter sounded around them. When the fat monk heard the sound, he frowned.

No, it's the old monster in the ancient tomb. Why is he awake at this hour?