"A storage that can turn ordinary pills into magic pills?"

Not only the old monk looked at Cai Kun's backpack with a fiery look, but even Zhang Tong was the same.

A medicine bottle that can be used continuously and a bottle of oil with magical effects are definitely not the same concept.

The former is, to be too big, similar to the treasure-like shelter in Han Paopuo's hands.

The latter is just a one-time use of elixirs.

Faced with such a treasure, Zhang Tong would never allow it to fall into the hands of another extraordinary person.

Just as the old monk stretched out his dry arm towards Cai Kun, Zhang Tong, holding the three-coordinate hammer, flew towards Cai Kun suddenly.

The three-coordinate hammer instantly burst out with a terrifying force, causing Zhang Tong to go from extreme quiet to extreme movement. If it weren't for the upper limit of Zhang Tong's physical ability, he would have been faster!

"Who!"

Just as Zhang Tong was exposed, the old monk felt something and suddenly looked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, a fair-skinned young man holding a hammer, like a sword immortal coming from the west!

Seeing this scene, the old monk was stunned at first, and then his face showed an ecstatic expression:

"Hahaha, it's a good place!"

"It's another containment, today is the day for Buddha to be happy!"

His eyes were staring at the three-coordinate hammer in Zhang Tong's hand, and the old monk's face was only ecstasy and fearless!

However, after feeling the faint aura emitted by Zhang Tong, the old monk gave up the idea of ​​taking away the shelter directly, and instead rushed towards Zhang Tong.

The thin body was covered with lines, and there was a faint golden light flowing in the cracks.

It was this strange saying that with a sacred body, a terrifying force burst out in an instant, making the old monk shoot towards Zhang Tong like a golden lightning.

"Um?"

"Is this kind of power also Sequence 7?"

Looking at the terrifying speed that the old monk burst out in an instant, Zhang Tong's eyes suddenly condensed, and a golden mist burned on the three-coordinate hammer, and smashed towards the old monk who had nowhere to borrow power in the air.

A whirring sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the three-coordinate hammers hit him straight, which changed the face of the old monk.

I saw him quickly pinch a Tantric master seal, and the golden Buddha light turned into an ancient and mysterious word in front of him.

Dong!

The three-coordinate hammer hit the golden text heavily, making a metallic attack sound.

The terrifying force made the old monk fly backwards back to the ground and stare at Zhang Tong.

After losing the three-coordinate hammer, Zhang Tong landed lightly on the ground. Looking at the thin old monk, a hint of clarity flashed in Zhang Tong's eyes:

"This old guy's speed is extremely strange, not because he is Sequence 7 like me, but because his body is too light!"

"It's like a skeleton, and his flesh and blood have dried up to the point where he doesn't have much weight. But his bones are a bit scary."

Zhang Tong also looked at the old monk solemnly. Zhang Tong himself knew very well how powerful the hammer was just now.

Even though the old monk relied on Tantric methods to block the frontal attack of the three-coordinate hammer, he ate the impact force brought by the three-coordinate hammer.

Faced with such an impact, the old monk was like nothing, which seemed very abnormal.

"Isn't this donor a little rude to break into the temple of a poor monk?"

"Every grass and every tree in this temple is all my belongings. Can this donor still want to occupy it?"

The old monk who also realized that Zhang Tong was difficult to deal with, clasped his hands together, and seemed to have given in a little bit of surrender.

However, as a master of Mind Qi, Zhang Tong's mental power had already spread, and the difference was the old Yin Bi's calculation at the first time!

Sure enough, the next moment, the old monk suddenly rose up!

He shook his arm suddenly, and two bone spears rushed towards Zhang Tong.

At the same time, the old monk with a faint Buddha light flowing all over his body rushed towards Zhang Tong again.

The speed of the bone spear is too fast, and there is even a certain spirituality in it. After Zhang Tong avoids it sideways, he can still kill someone to come back.

In desperation, Zhang Tong's three coordinate hammers came out of his hand and faced the bone spear with a terrifying force.

And at this moment, the old monk had already arrived!

A ferocious breath came to his face. There was a phantom of the Tianpeng on the left and right of the old monk, and a powerful Tianlong entangled on his right arm.

Tianpeng and Tianlong, with great strength, blessed the old monk under the mystery of Buddhism.

In the void, a dragon roar was faintly heard, with amazing power!

"The mystery of Buddhism is still the eighth sequence!"

Zhang Tong shook his head slightly. This old monk had many methods, but that's the case with absolute power.

Although the mind energy does not explode, Zhang Tong is in Sequence 7, which has an almost crushing advantage over the old monk in Sequence 8!

I saw his golden aura burning violently, and his whole body was like a god descending to earth.

With the mysterious steps of ancient martial arts, Zhang Tong walked with dragons and tigers, did not advance but retreated, and fought with the old monk with bare hands.

The sacred power of chanting qi does not have innate restraint for the old monk.

However, the sing energy, which has the characteristics of sing motivation and agile sculpting, made the old monk suffer!

The flames were burning in the first second, but the next moment they turned into a sharp sword, and could also turn into a chain that surrounds the fingers!

Such a changeable attack made Zhang Tong completely gain the upper hand after just a moment of fighting with the old monk!

Facing the old monk, Zhang Tong had already developed a murderous intention!

Because the old monk's boiling murderous intent could not hide the perception of the mind.

The qi of thought was like a flame, constantly detonating with Zhang Tong's fists and feet. Flying swords flew into the air, allowing Zhang Tong to see the martial arts immortal who was like a sword controlled by his qi!

Under such a violent attack, the old monk retreated repeatedly, with an incredible shock on his face:

"Sequence seven! Are you Sequence seven? How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. You, an old monk in the wilderness, have too little knowledge after all!"

Zhang Tong replied coldly, put his hands on the old monk's arms, and a thunderous spirit burst out in front of him, directly knocking the old monk out.

As Zhang Tong said, the old monk had good luck and talent, but he was trapped in this wilderness and lacked resources.

If this old monk could try his best to gain resources like himself, he might become the first batch of Sequence 7.

But now?

He can only be beaten by himself!
Chapter completed!