Mo Qianjun smiled and said: "Zhao Dahe is practicing again after his martial arts was abolished by the disciples of Haicang Mountain. He will recover soon. By then, he will be able to deal with the Supreme Monk!"
Jing Guinian said: "Brother Mo, please don't interrupt. We have to ask about business. Let me ask you, Zhao Dahe, how did you escape from the pursuit of the Supreme Monk and come back safely with such low martial arts skills?"
After listening to Mo Qianjun's words, he finally felt relieved.
In the past, various temptations were used to cover up one's purpose with foolish and unwise actions. Even if no opportunity was found, others would not trust him and would just laugh at him.
The sect used a beauty trick to deal with Zhao Dahe, which was able to stabilize him, but everyone in the sect was still full of murderous intentions towards Zhao Dahe, but they just held back.
He now finally concluded that Zhao Dahe was not using secret techniques to hide his cultivation, but that he had really lost his martial arts.
This is a rare opportunity. If you can take this opportunity to kill Zhao Dahe, everyone in the White Tiger Sect will look down on you and gain supreme prestige!
Chu Li said coldly: "Do you think I can survive because I took refuge in Zhuanlun Temple?"
"Not bad!" Jing Guinian hummed.
Chu Li suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Jing Guinian at the same time. He patted the back of his head. When Jing Guinian turned around and punched him, he appeared at his original position again and looked at him coldly: "This time
Do you know why I was able to escape?"
Jing Guinian's face was gloomy and his whole body was cold.
Chu Li sneered: "You are such a fool, you still want to kill me to achieve meritorious deeds, you think so beautifully!"
Jing Guinian's face turned darker and he said in a deep voice: "Your Qinggong may not be better than Supreme Shan!"
"Can Zhishan take off your head so easily?" Chu Li snorted: "If it were so easy, he would have taken it off long ago, and you wouldn't be talking nonsense here!"
"You——!" Jing Guinian stared at him.
"Junior Brother Jing, forget it!" Another middle-aged man from the White Tiger Sect stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Stop being ridiculous!"
"Senior Brother Zhu..." Jing Guinian gritted his teeth and let out a breath of evil breath.
Zhu Wenhan clasped his fists at Chu Li and said, "Master Zhao, don't be offended. Junior Brother Jing speaks openly. He is just such a person. Don't be the same as him!"
Chu Li glanced at him sideways: "One fights and the other makes a fight, what a good trick!"
Zhu Wenhan was secretly angry, but he smiled and waved his hands and said: "Master Zhao has indeed misunderstood."
Mo Qianjun smiled and said: "Okay, Dahe, don't be rude. There will be bumps and bruises when there are too many people. Just say it's open. But when he said that you took refuge in Zhuanlun Temple and became an internal agent, he was really talking nonsense."
Block it!"
Chu Li said: "Master Mo wouldn't be so suspicious, would he?"
"Absolutely not!" Mo Qianjun waved his hand and said, "I have never doubted the loyalty of our Holy Cult disciples!"
Chu Li clasped his fists.
This Mo Qianjun looks heroic and majestic, but he is actually a man with a sinister mind. He talks about ideas, fanning the flames, and finally comes out to put out the fire, controlling everyone at the palm of his hand.
"Namo Amitabha..." Suddenly, the sound of the Buddha's trumpet from the bronze bell resounded throughout the world and filled the entire hall.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
The red monk's robe fluttered, and Zhishan stood in the center in a flash. The broad monk's robe moved automatically without the wind. Heshi saluted everyone: "The poor monk is here again!"
Chu Li frowned and looked at him.
Monk Zhishan also looked over and smiled: "They say that a monk who runs away cannot escape from the temple. This is indeed true. The poor monk has indeed found you, Benefactor Zhao!"
Chu Li said: "Are you here to find me?"
"By the way, I will send these donors away and send you all back to the West together." The Supreme Monk glanced at everyone and said together: "I will recite sutras for you and save all the donors and go to the Paradise of Paradise in the West!"
Bai Feng's bright eyes were like spitting fire, but she didn't move quietly. Her murderous intent was like a sealed volcano, which would burst out at any time. She winked at the young woman beside her, who shook her head. She didn't want to escape alone.
Mo Qianjun shouted coldly: "Zhishan, don't think we are afraid of you!"
Two moon wheels flew out of the broad sleeves of the Supreme Monk. Amidst the whistling sound, one of the moon wheels turned to the right and the other to the left.
Mo Qianjun said hurriedly: "Ksitigarbha Chakravartin can use your strength to fight. He will use your strength to deal with others, so try to dodge and don't force yourself!"
Everyone immediately backed away after hearing this.
One moon wheel whirls towards Jinggui Nian, and the other moon wheel spins towards Bai Feng.
Zhishan could sense the murderous aura in Bai Feng, so it was best to remove it first. Besides, she was so beautiful, so she had to be removed.
Jing Guinian hurriedly retreated, Yuelun seemed to be able to sense the wind he was driving, and caught up with him. A white silk flew out of the white phoenix sleeve and wrapped around Yuelun.
This white silk looks weak, but it is made of a special material. It is extremely tough and indestructible to swords and guns. It looks like cotton wool under the moon.
The moon wheel silently tore through the white silk, speeding up suddenly and spinning towards the white phoenix.
"Chi!" Amidst the whistle, a flying knife hit the moon wheel.
The moon wheel suddenly swung into the sky, still whirring at high speed, and slowly fell, losing its fierce murderous aura.
Chu Li left the other moon wheel alone and let it entangle Jing Guinian.
The year of Jing Gui is becoming more and more difficult, and the moon wheel is getting closer and closer, like a maggot attached to the bone, which cannot be shaken off.
"Ding..." Zhu Wenhan next to him couldn't look at him and punched out, hitting the moon wheel far away.
The moon wheel suddenly accelerated and turned into a black shadow whirling past the thorns to return to the new year.
"Poof!" Jing Guinian's head flew up, and the column of blood was more than ten feet high.
The moon wheel whirled past Jing Guinian's neck without any hindrance, spinning towards Zhu Wenhan.
Chu Li raised his voice and said: "Deal with Zhishan!"
After he said that, a sword energy shot towards the Supreme Monk.
The Supreme Monk shook his head, and a silver-white round wheel appeared in front of his throat, blocking the sword energy.
"Ding..." The ringing sound was endless. The material of this round wheel was strange, like jade or stone. People couldn't help but be silent when they heard the sound. The murderous aura suddenly subsided a little, and the anger dissipated.
Mo Qianjun and others shot at the Supreme Monk together.
The Supreme Monk faced everyone and suddenly waved his silver-white wheel, and a ball of white light suddenly shot from the wheel towards everyone.
He kept waving the silver-white round wheel, and streams of white light shot out like rounds of the sun. Some people caught him, some avoided them, but all of them were blocked.
Chu Li did not dodge in the face of the white light and punched out.
The white light collided with the power of the fist and penetrated into his body without any hindrance. It was extremely strong and overbearing. He hurriedly used the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra to transfer the power out. The green bricks under his feet cracked like a spider web.
His body was strong and strong, but he only suffered a few injuries when transforming his internal energy. It was not serious and he recovered quickly.
He transferred half of his internal energy, and the other half turned into his own internal energy, and punched again into a ball of white light.
"Bang!" The two forces collided. He took two steps back and turned to his feet at the same time. The three footprints seemed to be imprinted in the blue bricks.
Monk Zhishan stepped in front of Bai Feng. The silver wheel disappeared from his hand and appeared on Bai Feng's chest.
"Ding!" Yinlun was suddenly hit by a flying knife and flew out, grazing Bai Feng's ear.
Bai Feng broke out in a cold sweat and almost ended up like Jing Guinian.
The Supreme Monk made a move with his hand, and the silver wheel flew back to his hand, waving out several balls of white light towards everyone, and then stepped in front of Chu Li.
"Ding..." Yinlun blocked his throat, the air knife was knocked away, and the other hand printed towards Chu Li.
"Bang!" After Chu Li intersected with his right palm, he flew straight backwards, spurting out a stream of blood in the air, and then suddenly turned in the air, spurting out another stream of blood. This palm force contained several changes.