The stick in the other party's hand was not long, it was green and transparent, with a strong demon, and it shone with a blue light. It was like a glowing fluorescent lamp, but it did not fall as I imagined. Instead of fighting a few tricks, I found that the stick in the other party's hand was like a diamond, thick and strong, and it hit like a city wall.

The reason for such an effect is that the stick is naturally powerful, and the other is that the opponent has a high level of cultivation. However, when the fight comes, the opponent has never stopped. The stick in his hand is full of shadows, like mountains pressing down, which is really difficult to deal with. I had to grit my teeth and fight with the visitor like lightning. After more than a dozen moves, both sides were sweating profusely. Knowing that the other party is a first-class expert, it is really difficult to form overwhelming pressure and defeat the opponent in an instant. If I don’t use the means of being under the box, I’m afraid I will have to be stalemate.

For some reason, I always feel that the guy in front of me, who has a hidden head and tail, whether it is his body shape or the way he fights me, looks a bit familiar, as if he has seen or fought with him, but I really can't remember that I have had an interaction with a master who has such a cane-like weapon.

Just when I was confused, my opponent suddenly took a few steps back. I thought he was going to escape, but I didn't expect that he would suddenly sacrifice the green jade stick in his hand and throw it to the sky.

Whoosh!

A sharp roar suddenly exploded, and the green jade rod instantly became bigger in my eyes, turning into a big rod about three meters long. It was wide in front and narrow in the back, and it suddenly hit me.

The power was strong, as if a mountain collapsed down. I subconsciously took a step back, but heard a delicate voice screaming in surprise: "Erlang transforms into a magical scepter, you are from the Wang family in Guanjiangkou, right?"

The other party did not answer, and the thick and long stick hit the place where I stopped just now. The soil was sunken and the stones collapsed. A huge deep pit appeared there. I heard the sour sound and my face turned a little pale. If I hadn't avoided it just now, even I wouldn't be able to withstand the power of the stick. At this moment, I would have turned into a pool of mud - such a powerful stick. This so-called Erlang's magical scepter was probably an extremely powerful magic weapon, and it was no weaker than the Bagua Beast Flag in my arms.

That person is not only skilled and cultivating, but also has a profound background. Such an opponent is really a headache.

More importantly, I didn't know why I became hostile to him and fought with him.

The person who pointed out the identity of that person was the little nun who was rescued from the sea of ​​fire by me. He was now staring at this side with big watery eyes. Before seeing this little nun, to be honest, I always felt that the beauty of a woman was inseparable from the long black and thick hair. The bare head really couldn't see any beauty. However, seeing this girl's bright eyes and white teeth, delicate as flowers, and her smooth head was as beautiful as jade, it had an alternative beauty, which really subverted my impression.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that she was able to survive even though many of her brothers died.

If it were me, I wouldn't have been willing to kill such a unique and delicate little nun.

After being named, the masked man in black suddenly turned around and glared at the little nun, then turned around. The Erlang transformed into a magic wand kept falling, making the earth shake. However, in our realm, this object can only play a sudden role. Since I have controlled the rules, there is no effect of deciding the sound. I tapped my toes lightly, avoiding the big stick, while trying to approach the man, and used the long sword in my hand to mark a commemoration on him.

The battlefield was in a stalemate, but in fact, I felt that the masked man in black seemed to have the same concerns as me, and did not use his own trump card, but just restrained him like this.

In this state, it is actually the most dangerous place in this crisis-ridden place. The guy seemed to have realized this. After turning back, he stood on the branches of the woods, looked at me deeply, then stretched his hand up, took the Erlang's magical scepter that had changed back to his original form, but without saying a word, he stretched back and disappeared into the dense forest, without seeing any trace.

As soon as the man left, I breathed a sigh of relief-I was not afraid of fighting, but fighting for such an inexplicable battle was really a bit unfair.

After the masked black man left, the remaining people in the Hang Kong Temple struggled to come to me and thank me. After a careful look, I saw that there were many monks and nuns who had been there before. At this moment, only monk Fayuan, who was slightly injured, was left. Zhiri, who always seemed naturally proud, and the tender little junior sister. As for the others, they all fell into the mud in the forest.

I rescued the Hanging Temple twice, and both sides became familiar with each other. Seeing that Fa Yuan was shaking and was about to come forward to salute, I couldn't help but smile and said with a wry smile: "Master, why are you doing this? Huangshan is dangerous, why are you going back?"

The Hanging Temple is located in the northwest. It was originally an extremely powerful sect of cultivation, but it was not a powerful character. Except for the monk Fayuan in front of me, the teacher who died under Yu Qianbahua Formation was too old, and the rest were young disciples. This monk Zhifan, who seemed very arrogant, was the true disciple of the abbot, but that could only represent his status in the master's sect. If he had all his cultivation outside, he would have no way to become any advantage.

With such strength, if you want to get some benefits in the dangerous and fierce place, you are really dreaming in the daytime.

Hearing my persuasion, Monk Fayuan's eyes turned red, and all his words choked in his throat. The young monk Zhifan seemed much more persistent, and gritted his teeth and said, "Strolling a hundred miles and a half ninety, since we have all been persisting until now and have sacrificed so many companions, how can we give up?"

I couldn't help laughing when I said this. I wonder if this child has read too much about the spiritual chicken soup written by unscrupulous literati on the market, or has been stupid in reading and speaking and doing things, but it is not in tune at all.

I don’t have any good feelings for this guy, he will die if he dies, but the monk Fayuan still has some shining points, and the little nun next to him is fresh and elegant. It’s a pity to die. So I couldn’t help but persuade him again: “Everyone, the things in this world may not be something you can gain by putting your efforts. For example, if you are a partner, you are too hot to shave your head and pick your head. If the girl looks down on you, it’s useless to do it. Now, if you don’t say anything else, just say me - I will let you all have one hand, can you do it before me?”

Although the other party was blindly confident, they also witnessed my several actions, so naturally they could not open their eyes to tell lies. Even the monk Zhiri, who was poisoned by the chicken soup in his heart, could only say: "Senior Brother Chen is powerful, and we are not as good as us!"

Instead of showing any slight pride, I sighed and said, "Since I am not as good as me, why bother to die here?"

At this time, Monk Fayuan, who had not spoken beside him, finally stood up, sighed and said to me: "Fellow Daoist Chen doesn't know anything. We are here for nothing, just because the abbot of this temple is about to pass away. If he could have this true dragon essence and blood, he would probably be able to comprehend the rules of heaven and earth and regain his vitality. Over the years, the abbot has worked hard to survive and die in the Hangkong Temple. The reason why the child Zhifan is so persistent is just to fulfill his filial piety..."

When I heard his words, I shook my head and said nothing more.

In fact, there is actually not much difference between me and the monk Zhifan. We are both working hard for the master to die, and we are all getting the true dragon essence and blood. The only difference is that I have enough confidence and strength, and they may have nothing but confidence.

There are countless people in the world who need the essence and blood of the real dragon, but there are also many people with ability. Who can get it? Only through the cruelest fighting can you know this.

This is the bloody fact, the strong prey on the weak has always been like this.

I no longer tried to persuade the other party, but exchanged information with them and learned that the masked man in black suddenly attacked them. As for the other party's identity, I'm afraid it should be from the Guanjiangkou Wang family - the Guanjiangkou Wang family is like the Jingmen Huang family, and is also a great fortune. It is said that he has been guarding the Erlang Zhenjun Temple and is the most amazing thing to be able to understand the gods. However, he has been low-key over the years and has never done anything bad.

As for the junior brother and Taotao, they had never seen it before. This was really powerless.

After I found out the news, I stopped staying and was about to leave. The monk Zhifan asked to climb the peak with me, but I refused this request - everyone was just a chance meeting. It was not said that I saved the other party twice, so I had to take care of them all the time. Since they chose this difficult path, they had to be responsible for their lives and no one owed them.

Besides, such a great monk really cannot make me feel the desire to protect.

If there was only that little nun, I might be able to consider it.

After I refused Zhifan, his face was a little wrong, but I didn't look back and continued to walk towards the mountain peak in front of me. I felt that the more I walked forward, there were more and more things in the forest that could not be described. I came to an empty rock platform. Suddenly I saw a ray of light turning sharply in front of me. I looked carefully, but I saw many corpses piled under the rock, and blood water soaked the entire rock. In the carved stone trough, a force was disillusioned and generated, and then a strange force slowly extended from the void.
Chapter completed!