The Great Storm

The golden light that bloomed from Master Jinghai's palm seemed flawless, but in fact, in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, there were traces of imperceptible black threads in that golden light.

It's just because the black silk thread is too weak, no one can see it clearly under the cover of the golden light.

"Buddhist monks, the Buddhist exercises they practice are all authentic exercises. It is reasonable to say that there should be no hostility in the power gained through cultivation... This Buddhist disciple probably killed too much, so he was contaminated. If he does not correct it, and continues to act in this manic and murderous way, he will go mad, sooner or later I am not related to this bastard, so there is no need to meddle in his business and help him eliminate his anger..."

His eyes flicked past Master Jinghai's palm, and then he punched directly, smashing at the faintly visible "卍" character that emerged from his palm.

boom!

When fists and palms collided, a loud bang erupted.

Then, the berserk force immediately swept away, only sending the two of them flying more than ten feet away, and then they both stopped.

"This kid's cultivation level is not high, but his combat power is so great. He even threw a fist with his bare hands, and received a heavy blow from me... It seems that this bastard is far from as simple as we saw... At such an age, He has the capital to compete with us, he is not a child of a great family, but also an inner disciple of a great sect, if he kills him, it may bring disaster to the sect." Thinking of this, Master Jinghai stared at Luo Xiaoyan and looked him up and down , and then asked him, "Who are you? Where did your teacher come from?"

"Why did I tell you?" Luo Xiaoyan said coldly.

"Damn bastard, are you looking for death... Don't think that being able to hold Master Jinghai's palm is very great... Answer Master Jinghai's questions quickly and truthfully. If the answer can satisfy Master Jinghai, Maybe I can spare your life." A disciple of Xuanming Temple wearing a monk's robe not far from Luo Xiaoyan saw that Luo Xiaoyan was rude to Master Jinghai and ignored him, so he immediately shouted at him shouted.

"Since embarking on the road of cultivation, I have never been afraid of anyone. If you think you have the ability to take me down, go ahead and do it. I want to see how powerful you cats and dogs who are not even worthy of being human..." Luo Xiaoyan sneered.

"You're looking for death..." The monk, hearing Luo Xiaoyan's words full of insults, suddenly trembled with anger. While shouting at him, he directly took out a piece of black gold with faint golden rays blooming from the treasure space. Swinging the iron rod quickly, using the club technique ultimate move, Luo Xiaoyan's head was covered with a single blow.

"Monks are forbidden to kill. When you group of people make a move, it is a murderous move that kills people. How can you look like a monk... If the Buddha knew that his followers were such a group of people, he would definitely vomit blood because of this... Since If you don't want to stop, I won't be bothered to chat with you bastards..."

At the moment when the black gold iron rod was about to hit his head, Luo Xiaoyan shook his head slightly, sighed, then directly stretched out his right hand, and firmly grasped the black gold iron rod that fell down, a burst of strength surged out, and at this point, the black gold iron rod was smashed down. The killing power carried on the iron rod was completely defeated.

After doing this, he gave a strong shock, shaking the monk who was holding the black gold iron rod out of his hand, snatching the black gold iron rod from his hand.

Then, using a stick as a gun, he stabbed directly at the monk's chest.

The monk did not expect

Luo Xiaoyan's strength would be so strong, and he did not expect that he would really dare to kill with heavy hands.

It wasn't until he noticed that the body of the black gold iron rod pierced straight through his body, and a tyrannical force gushed out from the body, rushing into the flesh and blood cells, killing his vitality, that he realized the feeling of fear, fear, Quickly came to my mind.

"Kill!" The monks who besieged Luo Xiaoyan saw their comrades being killed. They didn't know who it was. Stick, rushed towards Luo Xiaoyan.

"Just because you cats and dogs want to kill me, you're really overwhelmed..." When the monks came to kill me, Luo Xiaoyan smiled coldly, and quickly swung the iron rod in his hand to fight back.

The cultivation level of the monks is relatively low, most of them are at the perfect level of Tianpin, and only a few are at the initial level of the emperor level. Facing such a group of opponents, there is basically no pressure for him.

bang bang bang...

A series of impact sounds sounded.

The iron rods waved by the crowd didn't even touch the iron rod in Luo Xiaoyan's hand, they were hit by Luo Xiaoyan's stick moves first, blood spurted from the mouth, and they flew upside down.

In just an instant, all the monks who participated in the siege of Luo Xiaoyan were repelled, either severely wounded or killed...

Seeing the scene in sight, Master Jinghai was dumbfounded, and immediately pointed at Luo Xiaoyan and shouted: "You devil, you actually killed my Xuanming Temple disciple, this hatred is irreconcilable, you wait for me, even if you escape in the future To the ends of the earth, you have to pay the price for today's behavior..."

After speaking, Master Jinghai was worried that Luo Xiaoyan would rush over and kill him, so he immediately turned around and fled away as if flying.

"The monks will die and run away. You evil Taoist priests, what are you going to do? Do you choose to fight, or run away immediately?" After Master Jinghai escaped, Luo Xiaoyan's gaze changed from besieging himself, but there was no treasure to participate in the battle before. The Lingzong Taoist passed by, and then said coldly.

"I think you have great potential for cultivation. If you want, I can let go of the past and introduce you to my sect." Tong Yuqin put away her weapons, turned her head to signal to all the disciples of the Baoling Sect to put away their weapons, and looked at him with a pleasing expression. Luo Xiaoyan said.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested... If you insist on continuing to entangle, let your horse come over immediately. If you choose to compromise, just get out of here... But I have to warn you, if I see you appearing in my hostile camp again, Or if you find out that you have bullied the weak and acted kindly, you will not be lightly forgiven." Luo Xiaoyan said coldly.

"Hmph..." Tong Yuqin had seen Luo Xiaoyan's killing methods with his own eyes, and knew that if he confronted him head-on, there would be no good fruit to eat. When Luo Xiaoyan's words fell, he snorted coldly with a gloomy face, and then shook his head for a long time. Sleeves, go straight away.

All the disciples of the Baoling Sect saw that the head was gone, they didn't dare to stay behind, they hurriedly followed and left quickly.

After everyone left, Luo Xiaoyan began to clean the battlefield, deal with the bodies of the slain monks, and took the valuables they carried with them.

After the body was buried, Luo Xiaoyan was about to leave when a figure flashed over and stopped two meters away from him.

The person who came was a skinny old man, wearing a gray loose robe, with a goatee, and his hair was tied up on the top of his head, but he still looked a little messy.

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