The Great Storm

　　　　 The golden light bursting out of Master Jinghai’s palm seemed flawless, but in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, the golden light contained invisible black threads.

　　 Because the black thread is too weak, under the golden light, no one can see it clearly.

"The Buddhist monks, they practiced the Buddhist techniques, they are all authentic techniques, and in the power gained through cultivation, it is reasonable to say that there should be no hostility... This Buddhist disciple, it is estimated that the killing is too heavy, which is contaminated. If he does not correct it and continues to act in such a manic, killing-loving way, and become insane, it will be sooner or later. It’s. I’m not close to this bastard, so there’s no need to be nosy to help him get rid of his hostility..."

　　 his gaze swept across the palm of Master Jinghai, and then he directly threw his fist, slamming the looming "卍" character text that appeared on his palm.

boom!

　　 Fists and palms collided, and there was a loud noise.

　　 Then, the violent power immediately swept away, only to shook the two people out more than ten feet away, and then both stopped.

"This kid's cultivation level is not high, but his combat power is so good. He even swung his fist with his bare hands and took a heavy blow from me... It seems that this **** is far from simple as we have seen... at such an age, I have the capital to contend with. I am not a disciple of the big family, but also an inner disciple of the martial arts. If you kill him, I am afraid it will cause trouble to the teacher." Thinking of this, Master Jinghai stared at Luo Xiaoyan and looked up and down. , Then asked him, "Who are you? Where does the teacher go?"

　　 "Why should I tell you." Luo Xiaoyan said coldly.

"Damn bastard, are you looking for death... Don't think that it is amazing to be able to hold Master Jinghai’s hand... Answer Master Jinghai’s questions quickly and truthfully. If you answer, you can satisfy Master Jinghai. I may be able to spare your life.” A disciple of Xuanming Temple in a monk's robe not far from Luo Xiaoyan saw that Luo Xiaoyan was rude to Master Jinghai, so he didn't put him in his eyes and immediately shouted at him. Scream.

"Since I embarked on the road of spiritual practice, I have never been afraid of anyone. If you think you have the ability to take me down, just do it, I want to see how good you guys and cats are not worthy of being..." Luo Xiaoyan sneered.

"You're looking for death..." The monk, who heard Luo Xiaoyan's words full of insults, immediately trembled with anger, and while yelling at him, he took out a faint golden light blooming mysterious gold directly from the treasure space. The iron rod swiftly waved and used the cudgel technique to kill Luo Xiaoyan's head with a stick.

"The monks are afraid of killing. Your group of people is a killer move that kills people. There is no way to look like a monk... If the Buddha knew that his followers are such a group of people, he would definitely vomit blood because of it... If you refuse to give up, I won’t bother to grind 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, and then directly stretched out his right hand, firmly grasped the black gold iron rod that had been dropped, a strong force emerged, and he took the black gold. The killing power carried on the iron rod can be defeated.

　　 After finishing this, he shocked hard, and shook the monk holding the mysterious gold iron rod into his hands, snatching the mysterious gold iron rod from his hand.

　　 Then, using a stick as a spear, he pierced the monk directly in the chest.

　　 The monk did not expect that Luo Xiaoyan would be so strong, nor did he expect that he really dared to kill people with heavy hands.

When he noticed that the body of the mysterious gold iron rod pierced straight through the body, a tyrannical force poured out from the body, rushed into the flesh and blood cells, and killed his vitality, then he realized the fear, the sense of fear, Quickly came to my heart.

"Kill!" The monks who besieged Luo Xiaoyan saw their companions being killed. They didn't know who they were. After shouting a murderous word like this, the monks took the treasure, the mysterious gold iron rods, scrambled and waved the iron. Stick, pounce on Luo Xiaoyan.

　　 "Just because you group of cats and dogs want to kill me, it's really a little self-defeating..." When the monks came to kill, Luo Xiaoyan smiled coldly and quickly waved the iron rod in his hand to counterattack.

　　 The monks have a low level of cultivation, and most of them are at the perfect level of heavenly rank, and only a few are at the early level of the Emperor. Facing such a group of opponents, for him, there is basically no pressure.

　　 bang bang bang...

　　 A series of knocks sounded.

　　 The iron rods that everyone waved, even Luo Xiaoyan's iron rods weren't touched, but Luo Xiaoyan's first-to-fight stick technique was beaten with blood and flew out.

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

Seeing a scene in the line of sight, Master Jinghai was dumbfounded, and immediately pointed to Luo Xiaoyan and shouted: "You demon, you have killed my Xuanming Temple disciple. This hatred is not shared by the sky. Wait for me, even if you escape in the future. To the ends of the world, everyone has to pay for today’s behavior..."

　　 After finishing the call, Master Jinghai was worried that Luo Xiaoyan would rush over and kill him. He immediately turned around and fled away like Fei.

"The monks die and flee, what do you plan to do with the evil Taoists? Choose to do it, or run away immediately?" After Master Jinghai escaped, Luo Xiaoyan's gaze, from besieging him, had no treasure to participate in the war before. Lingzong Taoist passed ~www.ltnovel.com~ and then said coldly.

"I think you have a lot of potential for cultivation. If you want, I can give up the previous suspicion and introduce you to my sect." Tong Yutan put away the weapon, turned around to indicate that all the Baolingzong disciples had also put away the weapon, and looked at them with joy. Luo Xiaoyan said.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested... If you insist on continuing to struggle, you immediately let go, choose to compromise, and quickly get out of me... But I have to warn you, if I see you again in my hostile camp, Or if you find that you have bullied the weak and kind, you will not be merciless." Luo Xiaoyan said coldly.

"Huh..." Tong Yutan has personally seen Luo Xiaoyan's killing methods, knowing that there will be no good fruit to face him right now. When Luo Xiaoyan's voice fell, he gave a sullen face with a cold snort, and then gave him a long shake. Sleeve, go straight away.

　　 The disciples of the Baoling Sect saw that their heads were gone, and they dared not stay behind. They pulled their legs to keep up and left quickly.

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

　　 After the corpse was buried, Luo Xiaoyan was waiting to leave, and a figure flashed over and settled two meters beside him.

　　The visitor is a scrawny old man, wearing a loose gray robe, with goatee, and hair tied on the top of his head, but he still looks a little messy.

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