After a while, the monks of Jiuhua Temple, either had their noses and swollen faces or their arms were broken, and were driven to the corner of the hall, screaming in pain.
"I am an old man, how are you doing this?"
The old monk, Wu Qing's left eye was swollen and raised. He was carried by a warlock two meters high with his back collar, hung high in the air, and threw it into the corner.
"Uncle Master!"
The monks caught him, but fortunately they didn't break it!
In the center of the hall, Mingjing's little face was tense, and his hands were raised to support him.
All the monks left behind in Jiuhua Temple have been wiped out, leaving him alone.
In addition to his strongest strength and his host and concentrating on teaching, these folk sorcerers, seeing that the overall situation has been settled, would play tricks on him.
Not to mention anything else, the leader of the folk sorcerer who was against him was a strong second-rate realm and had rich fighting experience. It can be solved in just a few seconds.
However, this person held back and played with it. He laughed at his blushing face.
"Little monk, your skills in Jiuhua Temple are not very good?"
This folk sorcerer practiced the nine-character mantra. With one finger of his handprint, the floating light mantra follows like a shadow, oppressing Mingjing to support him.
The host cares for Mingjing, just like pine and bamboo. He only practices basic skills in the early stage and lays a solid foundation. He only considers teaching magic in the later stage.
Therefore, until now, Mingjing has only learned the basic exercises of Jiuhua Temple, the "Eight Styles of Prospering Buddha".
It's a loss to fight!
Seeing that the folk sorcerer used his hands to cast a spell, the Sanskrit word "light" formed into a prayer flag, dragged a long streamer, surrounding Mingjing, and wrapped it into a huge ball.
Step by step, the ball tightens and presses against the bright and clean surroundings.
"bright and clean!"
The monks were in the corner, and when they saw that the little monk was about to lose, they let out a sarcastic cry.
Not only did the battle fail today, but even Jiuhua Temple will fall into the hands of these evil men, and the monks who stayed behind are completely disappointed.
Some people also have fantasies that the host can lead a group of senior brothers to fall from the sky and beat these evil people to flee in a panic.
"Host, when will you be back?"
A monk chanted silently in his heart and spoke unknowingly.
The tall and strong warlock who was two meters tall laughed when he heard this, "Dream, you presided over the presidency to burn a pile of coke in the Pure Land City!"
The monks dared not speak out when they were angry at him, but no one dared to take action.
This sorcerer is one of the magical powers of the body, called the Powerful Ring.
Previously, he used this magical power to defeat his teacher.
After the Powerful Ring is completed, the physical body can transform into earth fire and Feng Shui, continuously extracting power, and is known as the "number one in immeasurable power"!
This person has a shallow cultivation, but he can also cover stone armor on his body, turn his fists into stone balls, and there is no shortcoming in attack and defense.
The tall and strong warlock laughed wildly, and suddenly a screamed in his ear, his expression frozen.
The screaming sound was getting louder and louder in his ears, obviously coming to him.
"Dare to attack me?"
The tall and strong warlock took a deep breath, and the earthy energy under his feet surged, and instantly covered his body with a layer of stone armor.
This layer of stone armor can not only block swords, but also isolate spells.
"Who is it?"
The tall and strong warlock believed that he was already invincible with thick armor on his back. He turned around and found out who would take action.
The next moment, the stone armor pierced and the powder flew everywhere.
The tall and strong warlock lowered his head and saw that his chest was empty, "Where have you gone?"
A group of monks in the corner were silent in horror. They saw that something pierced the man's chest and blew his flesh and internal organs in the sky, like a blooming flower of blood mist.
"Puff!"
Something fell to the ground and finally revealed its true appearance.
Mingjing showed joy when she saw it, "Master!"
This object not only penetrates the tall and strong sorcerer, but also penetrates into the ground, leaving only the upper part, but it can still be identified as the Zen staff hosted by Jiuhua Temple.
The folk warlock who was facing him took a few steps back and heard his companion shouting, "Tou Tuo is dead, Tou Tuo is dead!"
"Who is it?"
This folk sorcerer was frightened, and the person who took action must be no ordinary person.
Tou Tuo's ability was only inferior to him, but he was killed with a stick. If it were him, he would probably not be much better.
However, he clearly heard that there were few masters in the Shimen of Danyang County.
Jiuhua Temple has been weak recently and has no strong support. Who is the sacred person who takes action?
At this time, a figure walked into the hall.
Fang Dou walked into the hall, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on him.
Well, his image at this moment has been transformed into the appearance of a "Yuantong" monk using Qingying money.
"Ahem, I'm here to return this Zen stick!"
As soon as Fang Dou finished speaking, he saw Mingjian’s eyes bright, but he opened his arms to him, "Uncle Master, you are finally here!"
What's the thing?
Fang Dou went from being confused to suddenly realize that the cunning little monk actually beat a snake and followed the stick, trying to use himself to solve the problem.
But he didn't care. He had to solve this problem by returning the tin staff this time.
"What?"
A group of folk sorcerers were frightened. The little monk in front of him was not a few years older than Mingjing, and he was already a master. How powerful should he be?
No wonder, the thick-skinned Toutu was killed by his stick!
The other monks who stayed behind were still surprised and wondering, why didn't they know that there was this uncle?
The dejected teacher uncle looked up when he heard this, squinted his presbyopia to look at Fang Dou, "Well, this junior brother is a little kind-faced, but he can't remember who he is?"
"Hey, I'm old and I'm punched again, and I don't know my head!"
Fang Dou smiled at Mingjing, thinking that he would settle the score with you later.
"Everyone, my uncle is back, what do you have to say?"
The leading folk warlock gritted his teeth and yelled, "Go on it!"
Well!
A group of folk warlocks, each casting their own spells, rushed towards Fang Dou.
"Play with me!"
Fang Dou's wrist shook, and the flying yaksha appeared. The terrain yaksha appeared, and the attack was launched from both the upper and lower directions.
Feitian Yasha let out a strange cry, his wings flapped, and his poisonous feathers were like sharp arrows, shooting people and turning over.
Four or five people fell to the ground and died after their eyes closed.
The terrain Yaksha was like a mad dog, uh, rushed over and tore a person apart on the spot.
"drink!"
The nine-character mantra was cast, and prayer flags were lingering, and two yakshas began to wrap around.
There are two yakshas in the flying sky, one is high in the sky, and the other is rolling around on the ground, and the Sanskrit word is not even touching.
The next moment, Feitian Yasha threw out two objects, and his claws left the body, turning into a sharp weapon like black iron.
The terrain yaksha opened its mouth and spewed out seven or eight cold stars.
A pair of black iron claws locked the folk warlock who cast the spell on the spot, leaving the seven or eight cold stars pierced into the chest.
The strongest leader was dead, and none of the remaining mobs could escape the hall. They were all chased by two yakshas and killed them.
After a moment, the entire hall became quiet.
The footsteps sounded, Mingjing had already pulled out the tin staff from the ground, held it with both hands, and walked to Fang Dou.
"In the crisis of Jiuhua Temple, thanks to the uncle returning to help!"
"At this time, the storm, please take into account the overall situation and temporarily host the temple!"
Is it the next day hosted by YTO?
Chapter completed!