At this time, Li Tianchen's muscles were beating violently, his blood was boiling, and he was exuding a hot and violent aura.
"Brother Tianchen? What's wrong with you?"
Yin Yuhan was shocked and asked.
As soon as Yin Yuhan finished speaking, Li Tianchen's figure flashed in front of her and waved his palm, shattering all the clothes on her body.
A graceful, exquisite, charming and charming body appeared under Li Tianchen's eyes.
Yin Yuhan couldn't help being stunned, and opened her small cherry mouth. Her pretty face turned red, and she exclaimed and raised her hands to cover her body, "Brother Tianchen, you..."
"I'll explain it to you later."
The power in his body expanded to the point of bursting, and the pain made Li Tianchen's face look a little ferocious. He suddenly roared, and domineeringly hugged Yin Yuhan's smooth and delicate body, covering it.
Ma Qianrong looked at the scene in front of her blankly, a little unbelievable.
In her impression, Li Tianchen was not such a person who covets women and indulges in sexual pleasure anytime and anywhere.
After all, Ma Qianrong was once the leader of the Huajian Sect and was well-informed. She quickly thought of something and immediately said to Yin Yuhan: "Junior sister, Tianchen has special powers in his body to go berserk. The only one who can help him transform these powers is
Just you."
Hearing the cold words in his ears, he felt both shy and worried.
What's embarrassing is that Li Tianchen is so domineering and arrogant, and he does such shameful things in this courtyard in broad daylight.
What worries me is Li Tianchen's physical condition.
Thinking of this, Yin Yuhan's inner worry and concern finally outweighed her shyness, and she tried her best to cooperate with Li Tianchen in operating the yin and yang alternating technique.
But it is: My body is secretly wet with fragrant sweat, and bursts of spring breeze penetrate the jade pot. The sword is dredged in the happy place, and the beads gradually move away. Pushing the pillow on the mattress is really like being drunk. After drinking, the fight for a glass seems to be endless. A little love is gone.
At the end of the day, Wenjun looked as thin as his body.
In the endless ups and downs, Yin Yuhan's body was tempered crazily and underwent tremendous changes.
However, Yin Yuhan had never experienced physical training after all, so how could he withstand such a stormy treatment.
In desperation, Ma Qianrong on the side also had to join...
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The sun was shining brightly, and Fulong Temple was quiet and peaceful. The bloody storms and huge changes in the past few days seemed to have gone far away.
The young monk Wu Ming was leaning behind the door, with a relaxed smile on his face.
After the civil strife in Fulong Temple subsided, things finally returned to the past. The young monk Wu Ming was commended by Shi Ming for his great merit in reporting the news to Li Tianchen.
In order to reward Wu Ming, Master Shiming transferred him to the Buddhist hall, and his job of guarding the gate was handed over to other disciples.
"Tomorrow you can go to the Buddhist hall and listen to the holy monks explaining Buddhist scriptures in person." Wu Ming felt boundless longing and expectation in his heart.
Suddenly, dozens of figures carrying various powerful auras came galloping from a distance, arrived in the blink of an eye, and landed in front of the door of Fulong Temple.
Peng!
The extremely heavy gate of Fulong Temple suddenly exploded, and countless fragments shot out in all directions.
The violent and powerful power fluctuations were like a sudden storm, and the young monk Wu Ming was thrown away on the spot and fell heavily into the yard dozens of meters away.
"who?"
Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then quickly endured the pain in his butt and climbed up, saying angrily.
However, when he saw dozens of strangely dressed figures with astonishing auras breaking into the door, his expression suddenly changed. rx0u
"Come quickly, there's an enemy attack!"
Wu Ming was shocked. He shouted and hurriedly waved the Buddhist sound pottery in his hand to notify the senior officials of Fulong Temple.
This group of strong men who suddenly arrived were all wearing brown monk robes. Their skin color was slightly dark, and their facial features were different from those of the Chinese people. They were monks from the country of Tianzhu.
Special patterns are engraved on the robes of this group of Tianzhu monks, which is the Thousand Hands Temple of Tianzhu.
Among them was a tall and plump female figure, a middle-aged woman with gorgeous appearance and enchanting attire.
If Li Tianchen were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this woman was Jindalei from the Suriya Cult of Tianzhu who escaped through the space crack.
At this moment, Jindalei and many powerful men from the Thousand Hands Temple swaggered in. They did not take action, but quickly dispersed and formed a formation.
Whoosh whoosh~
One after another figures flew over from various places in Fulong Temple, arriving here one after another.
Seeing the broken gate and the arrogant Tianzhu people, everyone in Fulong Temple was shocked and angry.
For thousands of years, Fulong Temple and Thousand Hands Temple have been fighting each other, and both sides are very familiar with each other.
"It seems that the information is correct, your Fulong Temple has indeed undergone a big change!"
In the center of the powerful men in the Thousand Hands Temple was a slender old man with gloomy eyes. He spoke in a poor international language and said grimly: "Today, we will completely resolve our grievances."
The expressions of everyone present at Fulong Temple suddenly changed, and they began to use their own techniques and grasp the elixirs, artifacts, etc. as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
And amid the sound of footsteps, several high-level officials of Fulong Temple came over, surrounded by the presiding officer Shi Ming, the first Shi Yuan and others.
"Balihe?"
Seeing this old man, Shi Ming frowned and said angrily: "How dare you bring the senior officials of Thousand Hands Temple to my country!"
Hearing the three words Balihe, everyone in Fulong Temple stirred up a stir.
A hundred years ago, Shi Ming fought against this strong man named Balihe. The two sides fought fiercely for three days and three nights, and finally ended in a draw.
This Balihe is the leader of the Thousand Hands Temple and one of the strongest members of the dark forces in Tianzhu Kingdom, with a great reputation.
Balihe glanced at Shi Ming coldly and sneered: "Old guy, I haven't seen you for so many years. I thought you must be stronger than before. Unfortunately, you can't even deal with one of my disciples now."
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Shi Ming's heart tightened. At the time when Fulong Temple was weakening, the Thousand Hands Temple, a life-or-death enemy, actually came to visit.
One wave after another, God wants Fulong Temple to be destroyed!
"It seems that you have also arranged an internal response in our Fulong Temple." Shi Ming sighed softly in his heart and said softly.
"Everyone, don't you Fulong Temple also have spies in our Thousand Hands Temple?" Balihe sneered and said, "Shi Ming, stop talking nonsense. We, the Thousand Hands Temple, are here today just to capture you.
Completely destroy Fulong Temple and take back everything Bodhidharma took away."
Hearing this, Shi Ming put his hands together and said resolutely: "Even if the entire Fulong Temple is destroyed, I will never let you take away anything."
"Oh?" Balihe glanced at everyone with disdain and said proudly: "Just you guys?"
Balihe's cultivation strength is even stronger than that of Shiku. At this time, everyone in Fulong Temple is no match for him even if they swarm him.
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