Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu's strength was eliminated, and they were both stunned on the spot.

Xiao Feng had already reacted and quickly stepped forward to separate the two people, waved his head left and right and said, "Dad, Uncle Murong, please postpone the war and listen to the monk's disposal."

Li Jiang was also anxious to step forward and pretended to support Murong Bo.

Murong Bo did not allow him to get closer, so he quickly twisted his body and avoided his stretched hands. However, this movement was a little bigger, which attracted everyone's surprise eyes.

Li Jiang instantly became the focus of the audience.

However, this is a pediatric for Li Jiang, who has experienced countless storms and waves.

He looked slightly embarrassed and said aggrievedly: "Dad, I'm not stopping you. If you want to leave, you will leave. If this disease is not cured, it will not be cured. At worst, I will take some effort in the future. Even if I travel to the ends of the world, I will find the supreme elixir for you."

I am touching God!

The onlookers sighed.

Murong Bo's whole body trembled and he was about to vomit blood. However, no one thought to Li Jiang, and he thought he had a secret disease.

The monk Heshi of the sweeping monk said: "Amitus Buddha! Murong's donor's admiration is touching, but I have already said that to resolve the internal injuries of the two lay Buddhists, one must seek from the Dharma. Buddha is born from the heart, and Buddha is awakening. Others can only give guidance, but they cannot do it for them."

Li Jiang asked, "Master, isn't the snow lotus on the top of Tianshan Mountain okay?"

The sweeping monk shook his head.

"A hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum? Thousand years of ginseng? Thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum?..."

The sweeping monk shook his head every time he heard it.

Every time he shook his head, the disappointment on Li Jiang's face became more and more. Even after finally scraping his stomach, he couldn't remember any other magic medicine. He exclaimed in a burst of voice: "What...what should I do?"

The sweeping monk smiled slightly and asked Xiao Yuanshan: "Mr. Xiao, if you have the ability to cure injuries, then will you be willing to treat the internal injuries of the old donor Murong? "

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and said, "I...I'll treat the injury for Mr. Murong...the old man?"

Murong Bo snorted angrily.

Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said, "Murong's old man killed my beloved wife and ruined my life. I wish I could cut him into pieces and chop him into meat sauce."

The monk sweeping the floor said: "If you don't see the old donor Murong die in a bad life, will it be difficult to relieve the hatred in your heart?"

Xiao Yuanshan said angrily: "That's right. I have been thinking about it day and night in my heart, and I have only this blood hatred."

The sweeping monk nodded and said, "That's easy." He slowly walked forward, stretched out his palm, and slapped Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo was shocked. Even if he used various techniques to resist, whether it was his family martial arts or Kobayashi's unique skills, he would be like ice and snow meeting the sun when he met, and would melt before he could touch it.

No one can control this person!

At this time, he no longer dared to resist or fight back. He retreated and avoided his palms while raising his breath to look for opportunities.

The sweeping monk stepped on a piece of gravel when he walked, as if he was slowing down. Murong Bo was overjoyed, and then he emitted all the true energy accumulated under his feet. He stomped his back and prepared to float backwards and then turned around to escape.

But things went against his wishes. He seemed to have stepped on cotton under his feet. Not only did he not have the power of recoil, but he fell forward because he used too much force.

The onlookers saw a strange scene at this time. After Murong Bo struggled hard for a while, he seemed to have given up and then took the initiative to put his head towards the bottom of the old monk's palm.

Li Jiang shouted, "Master, show mercy."

He flew over, but he was one step late.

The sweeping monk gently patted his palm, and with a "wave", it hit the "Baihui acupoint" above Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he immediately became angry and fell backwards.

Li Jiang rushed to support him and said sadly: "Dad, Dad..."

The onlookers were stunned, and the father and son of the Xiao family were dumbfounded.

Li Jiang whistled up to the sky: "Ah!"

Then he hugged Murong Bo with one hand and pressed out at the sweeping monk with a thumb.

Everyone could only hear a "swoosh" roar, and the monk's face was solemn and his palms were raised in front of him without moving or shaking.

I can't understand what these two people are doing. However, there are many masters in the field, and I quickly understand that a monk and a Taoist fight in the air.

This time Li Jiang tried it himself, and it was immediately very different from what he felt when he was watching.

Just now, the sweeping monk separated Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's strength. Li Jiang was itchy through his boots, and he could only notice that it was a wall of air. Now that he met him, he wanted to take the true energy into his eyes and see through the secrets.

The sweeping monk's air wall is located two feet in front of him. It is not only an invisible air wall that blocks the attack, but also a fishing net that tightens and tightens. The true energy emitted by Li Jiang is confined in it, and he can neither make any progress nor retract it.

This net disperses Li Jiang's sword-shaped true qi evenly through the "knots, dots, hooks, and connections" in it, so that the Six-Meridian Divine Sword cannot break through the surface and break through the air wall with points.

It also has the function of accumulating power. The larger the enemy's true energy, the more it will store. This point is similar to the seventh level of the Qiankun Dafa. Li Jiang estimated that its rebound will be overwhelming.

I don’t believe it anymore!

He let go of Murong Bo's body with his right hand and let him slide to the ground. With a swaying hand, a dark little sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

The small sword is three inches long and three minutes long. It is controlled by three fingers, and the blade is buckled into the palm, and the tip of the finger is exposed from the tip of the finger, and the monk from the sweeping floor is pointed from the monk from the distance.

The spirit is radiated in a bunch, and the tip of the head extends toward the target's neck in a straight line.

The sweeping monk felt this momentum, his face changed drastically, his white eyebrows trembled, and he closed his eyes.

Li Jiang used his heart and used the six-mechanical divine swords one by one with his left hand. He held the sword in his right hand and closed his eyes, and entered a spiritual competition with the sweeping monk.

Lock, unlock, lock again, unlock again...

After going back and forth many times, Li Jiang could not lock the Sweeping Monk for more than one second.

If you can't lock it, Xiao Li's Feijian can't be fired, and even if you force it, it will only be off the target.

Just when everyone thought the two were performing a pantomime, Xiao Feng was so anxious. He had the highest cultivation level among all the remaining people and could vaguely feel the danger.

He was not thinking of any of these two people. Murong Fu was a friend of eight worshipers, and his righteous brother who made an appointment to live and die together; the monk was the only hope to save his father, and without his father, he could only suffer and die.

So he stood between the two of them and split his hands to both sides to "Shock Baili" a move from the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing.

Xiao Feng's idea is very simple. He can bear the energy of two people with one person, and he will do whatever he wants even if he dies.

But how could the power emitted by the two masters at the top of the world be idle? If the situation remains unchanged, Xiao Feng will be killed into a fan in the surging true energy.

The sweeping monk sighed quietly, and divided more spiritual solidification walls to prevent it from bounced over.

That's now!

Li Jiang suddenly cut off the true energy of the six meridians divine sword. I don’t want it anymore!

The right hand then raised.

The sweeping monk leaned slightly.

At this time, a muffled thunder sounded in the air.

The onlookers were puzzled and couldn't figure out what was going on in the middle.

After careful observation of the two sides of the battle, Murong Fu was depressed and a hidden weapon of I-shaped characters was inserted on the shoulders of the monk, and blood flowed down, dyeing his green robe red.

Xiao Feng had already processed the six true qi ejaculation emitted by Li Jiang. He looked at Li Jiang first and saw that he had nothing to do for the time being, so he flew to the monk who swept the floor and asked with concern: "My Monk, how are you? My second brother on behalf of you have apologized for you."

The big sweat beads of the sweeping monk slowly flowed down his forehead, and he put his uninjured left hand and smiled bitterly: "Master Xiao, I have not met an opponent for many years, so I have developed a crush on you. Don't blame others, and you don't need to admit your mistake."
Chapter completed!