Chapter 344: Being helpless

The dragon-headed walking stick made a roaring sound, compressing the air into a ball. The strong air pressure caused the land east of Yuan Hui's body to sag suddenly.

But the judge's pen of the crane pen man behind him was silent, like stars covering everywhere behind Yuan Hui. It was silent not only because the crane pen man's legs were merciless, but also because he had gone all out, and the speed of the judge pen

It has surpassed sound and is as fast as lightning.

"when!"

"Buzz buzz!"

The first sound was clear and bright, like the bells of Hanshan Temple, which could be heard for more than ten miles. Even the six major sects and the Mingjiao High Legs who were dueling at Guangmingding in Shandong were confused about where such bells came from.

The second sound echoed, and the dragon-headed walking stick vibrated continuously, causing a buzzing sound caused by the strong reverberation force.

"Ding ding ding!"

Behind him, the Iron Judge Pen of the Crane Pen Man kept nailing Yuan Hui's back, making a constant tinkling sound, like the beating of a chime, full of rhythm and pleasant to the ear.

Luzhangke stared blankly at the dragon-headed walking stick he had spent a lot of money to make, and was inlaid with Yuan Hui's bright head. The body of the walking stick was bent, and Yuan Hui's head was right in the middle.

Hebi Weng was also dumbfounded, looking at the two iron pillars of the judge's pen he was holding on Yuan Hui's back. The tip of the pen had been completely smoothed, and the clothes on the other side were in ruins, revealing a smooth back with no red marks at all.

Stay in the east.

"The golden body is indestructible!"

Cheng Kun looked at Yuan Hui who was unharmed and blurted out in disbelief.

Luzhangke seemed to be frightened by Yuan Hui's performance, and the crutch in his leg immediately loosened. Yuanhui took the crutch from the top of his head and looked at the bent crutch. Yongtuo glanced at the judge's pen in Hebiweng's leg.

, then he said in an innocent tone.

"Could it be that our weapons are adulterated? Is he a poor monk who can't afford to pay for it at all? We can't rely on his presence. Moreover, we are old and disrespectful and have no martial ethics. We sneak attack on him. Everyone here

But they all deny it. Can you please testify for him? He doesn’t have very good legs!"

Yuan Hui glanced around and saw the people he was playing tricks on. They didn't dare to move rashly, so she smiled awkwardly and politely to show that she was harmless.

At the moment when Yuan Hui was playing with treasures and looking around, Luzhangke and Hebiweng instantly moved their legs. With their palms, dense ice beads condensed in the air, and then their palms were printed on Yuan Hui's chest and back.

Behind it.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

This is the special skill of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming. Although both of them have their own weapons in Pingyue, the first killing move is Xuan Ming Divine Palm. This palm is cold and cold. If it is severe, it will kill you, and if it is mild, it will kill you.

They will also be entangled by the cold poison. The cold poison is extremely cold, like maggots on the tarsus, which will make people miserable throughout their lives. Only the external force of Zhiyang can resolve it. Therefore, the ancestor of Xuanming used that divine palm to control the sky.

There was no one in the East to stop him. Only when he met Zhang Sanfeng later did he retreat to the Western Regions and never return to the Central Plains for the rest of his life.

The two elders Xuan Ming first tried to show their weakness to the enemy, and took advantage of Fang Hui's idea of ​​underestimating the enemy, and then they attacked the legs secretly. The two of them tried their best to use the inner energy of their bodies to activate the Xuan Ming Divine Palm with all their strength. The palms of their legs had already melted, but they were still transparent.

The blue color and the cold breath swept through the surrounding air, turning the hot summer into winter. Zhao Min's skills were lower than those of Gao Qiu present, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The two elders, Fu Xuanming and Fu Xuanming, who were quarreling, found that no matter how hard they used their palms, they could not break through Yuan Hui's defense. It was like if they encountered a big mountain blocking their way, their own Qi would not be able to enter Yuan Hui's defense.

Outside the body, the true energy was forced to pour back. At this time, not only did the palms of their legs turn into transparent blue, but their arms began to freeze, and they continued to spread. Even their eyebrows had icicles hanging on them.

The faces of Xuan Ming and Ming were extremely ugly, and they were so frightened that they even withdrew their palms, not caring whether Fang Hui would fight back, because if they continued eastward, the two of them would be frozen into ice sculptures without Fang Hui fighting back.

Yuan Hui looked at Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming who were trembling with a half-smile, and activated the group ridicule skill again.

"My palm power is interesting. It's perfect for cooling down in the summer. Why don't we consider Yidong being a novice monk next to him? We don't need to do anything else. Just ask him to escape the heat in the dog days!"

The two elders Xuan Ming were furious when they heard this, but they were all old ghosts. They knew well that big fists are unreasonable, so naturally they did not dare to refute Yuan Hui, so they pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored Yuan Hui's question.

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Seeing that the two of them were silent and didn't care, Yuan Hui once again turned her attention to the other high-legged people beside Zhao Min.

"Aren't we going to do something?"

Everyone already knew that the monk who was pretending to be crazy and acting like a fool was indeed a man with extraordinary high legs, and whether the golden bell mask had really reached the perfect state of cultivation. Looking at the miserable appearance of the four legs, they all turned their attention to Zhao who dared to do something.

Min, I hope she can come up with an idea.

Zhao Min looked at the monk in front of her, and it was difficult to mistake him for the refugee who almost died in the Mongolian rebellion twenty years ago. She even regretted that she had stepped in to save such an amazing and determined martial arts practitioner.

A genius who has only been established since he was born in Buluo, he is already invincible in the whole world, not inferior to Zhang Sanfeng, who has been a powerful figure in the whole world for hundreds of years.

Zhao Min felt the expectant looks of everyone and knew that as the leader, he naturally needed to come forward and communicate with Yuan Hui.

Different from everyone's fear and worry, Zhao Min, as a woman, has amazing intuition. She can feel that there is no murderous intention in Yuan Hui's heart, and she even feels a trace of hidden kindness in Yuan Hui's body. Zhao Min knows whether it is because of herself.

Because he had rescued Yuan Hui back then, Zhao Min was not worried at all that Yuan Hui would kill him and others, but he was just dissatisfied with Yuan Hui for blocking his plan.

"Little monk, what do I want?"

Zhao Min had already returned to his true self at this time, and scolded Yuan Hui in a coquettish manner.

Fang Hui knew that at this time, Zhao Min was not willing to admit defeat, but in fact she had already admitted defeat. Women are not like that, asking for trouble even if it is unreasonable. Although she has admitted defeat in her heart, she will not forgive others with her words.

"Miss Zhao, the monk said it at the beginning, I hope you can stay with the monk during this period, until the big drama is over!"

Yuan Hui walked to the cliff, stretched out her legs and pointed at the people facing the bright light in the east. She turned around and grinned at everyone with a bright and shameless smile. Her neat red teeth shone brightly in the sunlight.

It stung so much that everyone narrowed their eyes.

Zhao Min looked at Fang Hui standing on the cliff, and then looked at the high legs of the guard beside him. He couldn't help but shook his head. Did he lose that time? If that was the first time Zhao Min tasted the taste of failure, he felt five emotions in his heart.

Chen Za, but if Zhao Min is someone who can't afford to lose, he just wants to stay in Qingshan, and he will be able to make a comeback one day.

Zhao Min weakly showed a smile that was not sunny, but had a bit of bitterness.

"The winner is a prince, the loser is a bandit, they agreed!"

As Zhao Min uttered the words of admitting defeat, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Ke Go and Yuan Hui, that inhuman being, could avoid a head-on fight, which relieved them from the heavy pressure.

Zhao Min looked at the people who were scared out of their wits by Yuan Hui, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. There were so many high-legged people who were tied up by Yuan Hui, and there was nothing he could do. How could he, the Queen of the Moon, defeat Yuan Hui?
Chapter completed!