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Chapter 339 Small Characters

"Fa Huazong really has such an idiot?" YangMeng looked at the fat monk rushing over, and laughed happily, "However, a small character like you is not qualified to be my young master's opponent at all!"

"Small character?" The fat monk Fayin squinted his eyes so hard that he couldn't see, his fat face began to tremble violently, he turned his palm into a fist and rushed towards YangMeng, saying at the same time: "Little beast, I hope you can still say that in a while!"

"Oh, you've become angry from embarrassment after just these two sentences? Old guy, you are a monk, remember, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity!" Yang Meng exaggeratedly yelled, but his hands were unambiguous, and he pointed at the head-on man. Fayin came, and he threw it out with a slap.

Just as YangMeng's slap completed the swinging movement, an energy palm completely made of a cyan phantom appeared on the right side of Fa Yin's face, and hit Fa Yin's face almost without any pause.

"Snapped!"

Face slap, this is Hong Guoguo's face slap!

"what!"

With a scream, Fayin's obese body flew hundreds of meters in an instant. At the same time, his right cheek was like a balloon, and it quickly became swollen. The asymmetrical face looks rather funny.

Gently touching the palm of his right hand, YangMeng said: "I said you are a small character, not worthy of my young master's action at all! Look, I just slipped my hand, and you were thrown eight feet away. If I beat you upright, why don't I beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you?"

YangMeng's words are too hurtful, if you hit someone, you can hit someone, and even make a run on him, isn't this clearly trying to provoke the fat monk to get angry?
Sure enough, the old monk Fayin's face turned blue and then white, changing color like a chameleon, and finally turned completely black.

He roared angrily, and said: "Little bastard, you are too deceitful! Even if I put my life here today, I want you to die!!"

"Buzz!"

As soon as the words fell, the momentum on Fayin's body suddenly rose, and a golden brilliance came out from under Fayin's skin, followed by an extremely majestic power, sweeping to all directions .

Inside the gate of the Fahuazong, all the senior officials of the Fahuazong saw this scene, their eyes were tearing apart.

"Senior Brother Fayin, stop!"

"Junior brother, come back quickly! The sect is guarded by a large formation, and the little bastards of the Taiji sect can't do anything to us!"

The old guys are like the cuckoo crying blood, they seem to know what Fayin is doing, it is very bad to let Fayin stop now!
But at this moment, the anger in Fayin's heart had risen, and it was impossible for him to stop.

"Little beast, die!"

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, licked his dry lips bloodthirstyly, and wiped it from his waist, a golden seven-story pagoda the size of a little finger appeared.

"Damn it, another magic weapon! Interesting, it seems that this Fahua sect should know someone who is a cultivator, or maybe he is a cultivator from the secular world!" Seeing the small golden pagoda, a flash of spirit flashed in YangMeng's eyes. mango.

No matter what YangMeng was thinking, the dharma seal over there was not polite at all, and he directly threw the seven-story pagoda in his hand.

The moment he let go of the pagoda, the pagoda suddenly rose to the height of a person, and as it continued to advance, it was still climbing. When it was about to cover the top of YangMeng's head, it had already become a towering tower. It is five feet tall, and the base is half a foot wide.

With the sound of wind and thunder, the tower suddenly covered YangMeng.

YangMeng raised his head and glanced at the tall tower that was about to be enveloped above his head, sneered, and said, "Hmph! A small character is a small character, and you'd be ashamed to use this kind of one-off magic weapon, it's really beyond your control .”

Having said that, YangMeng directly summoned the flying knife 'Qinghong', and slashed towards the top without looking at it.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the flying knife 'Qinghong' struck the middle of the tower, and then saw the tower pause, and then a big gap appeared at the bottom of the tower.

Immediately afterwards, YangMeng struck again.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

There was another loud noise, and there was a sound of tearing, and the tower was split in half by the flying knife 'Qinghong', and the fragments fell to the ground.

Just two knives split the magic weapon he was proud of into two halves. The old monk Fayin became nervous when he saw this scene.

Only now did he realize that Situ Xiongtian's words were true, the power of this little beast from the Tai Chi Sect was truly terrifying, and he began to regret a little, why he didn't listen to Situ Xiongtian's words, why he became so angry when he was provoked by this little beast I rushed out, but it was obviously too late to regret it now.

Almost instantly, he made a decision, turned his head and rushed towards the entrance of the Fa Huazong Mountain Gate.

After smashing down the high tower, YangMeng looked coldly at the fat monk Fa Yin who was flying towards the mountain gate, snorted coldly, and said: "Dare to hand your paws to this young master, do you think you still have life to escape back to the sect?" ?Let’s leave it to Master Ben!”

When the words fell to the ground, YangMeng dodged and disappeared above the blue cloud.

In just one breath, when he reappeared, he had already come to Fayin's side, raised his hand and grabbed his fat neck, looked at him, and said coldly: "You think you can escape Is it? Even if you can escape back to the sect, this young master can still kill you."

"You, you can't kill me! If you want to kill me, you will break the oath made by your Taiji sect ancestors back then. When the time comes to lead out the elders' association, your Taiji sect will also be doomed!"

Fa Yin, the fat monk, did not expect that Yang Meng could catch up to him so quickly. One must know that the distance between them was nearly 200 meters. At a distance of 200 meters, he unexpectedly appeared beside him in an instant. Is this still the speed a human being should have?
When Yang Meng heard Fa Yin's words, he felt it was very funny, how could a member of the Fa Hua Sect use the oath of the past to talk about things?Will his Tai Chi Sect be wiped out by the Zong Laohui, and it will be none of Yang Meng's business?He, YangMeng, is not a disciple of the Tai Chi Sect!

The more he thought about it, the more funny Yang Meng felt, he lifted Fayin in front of him, stared at his eyes that were too small to see, and said, "Leading out the Zong Laohui? What a joke! Even if the Zong Laohui doesn't take action, I will I will personally go to trouble with the Elders’ Association! However, you won’t be able to see this, because you are going to die soon!”

After finishing speaking, YangMeng wanted to directly kill the fat monk.

But just when YangMeng was about to pinch Fayin's neck with his hands, he heard a slightly hoarse old voice: "Young man, stop! You have to spare and forgive, why bother to kill? "

This old voice came from the direction of Fa Huazong, and the voice was so loud that it seemed to be able to spread throughout Scarlet Maple Ridge.

Everyone heard this voice, and YangMeng heard a hint of real energy from this old voice, so he stopped his hands and looked down at the gate of Fa Huazong.

In that circle of golden light curtain, fifteen figures suddenly flew out, the leader among them was an old monk who was wearing a linen robe, bare feet, old and almost out of shape, looking at the energy fluctuations around his body, It turned out to be the cultivation base of the peak foundation establishment with half a foot in the Golden Core Realm.

Among the people behind the old monk, there were ten men and five women, among whom five men and four women were in the half-step foundation establishment stage, but the remaining five men and one woman were all masters in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Seeing such strength, YangMeng also knew that all the top masters of Fa Huazong should be dispatched.

But what made him rather strange was that if seven out of ten disciples of the Fa Hua Sect had been eliminated in the great battle 57 years ago, there should not be many left!

And according to what Yang Tianshuo described to him, in the great battle at that time, except for the head of the sect, Situ Xiongtian, all monks above the innate realm should have been wiped out.

The old guys who suddenly appeared in front of them are about a hundred years old at first glance, and their cultivation bases are all above the foundation-building stage. It is impossible for the Fa Huazong to train a group of old men and women in 57 years. Become a master in the foundation period, right?
Obviously, they escaped the punishment of the Elders Association back then!
"What a Dharma Huazong, he really can evade responsibility!" As a party involved in the great war, Yang Zaitian obviously thought of this.

Fayin, the fat monk whose neck was tightly held by YangMeng, saw the old monk who took the lead, and shouted: "Master Uncle, save me!"

In just such a short time, those masters of the Fa Huazong all broke through the shackles of the formation, and flew in front of YangMeng.

The old monk's muddy eyes moved, he stared at YangMeng and the others for a few times, and said, "Young man, give the old monk some face and let this little fat man go!"

Seeing the old monk flying over with a large group of people, YangMeng didn't feel worried at all, because these guys were not enough in his eyes, they were all war scum.

Hearing the old monk's words, YangMeng curled his lips secretly, looked at the old monk and said, "Old guy, why should I give you face? Who do you think you are, a person like me who relies on the old to sell the old?"

Hearing YangMeng's words, the old monk's face turned green. He has lived for more than 200 years. He has been in the Huazong for so many years. Although he seldom walks around outside, no matter who sees him, he has to call out respectfully. Old ancestor, who dares to speak to him like that?
Now he can be considered to understand the state of mind of Fa Yin just now.

Suppressing the rising anger in his heart, the old monk looked at YangMeng calmly, and said, "Who are you? I don't know why my Fa Huazong offended you, so that you let everyone kill me? "

In fact, the old monk met Yang Zaitian 57 years ago, but now Yang Zaitian's appearance has changed a lot since he broke through to the middle stage of foundation establishment, and after so many years, he has already forgotten Yang Zaitian's appearance.

Otherwise, the old monk would definitely not ask this rather idiotic question again.

(End of this chapter)