The old monk's eyes shone when he saw the young man looking like he was in a fairyland.
In the eyes of the old monk, it seems that the young man's life and death are no longer important. What is important is that this young man must have a lot of treasure and make a lot of money.
The old monk's eyes were as bright as a torch and he said in a gloomy voice:
"My little friend is only in the third level of cultivation, but he has also cultivated his fist skills and has become a martial arts master."
"The talent is as good as the direct disciples of those giant sects."
"It's a pity that I have always had a hobby of killing geniuses and monsters. It would be a pleasure to break the bones and luck of geniuses."
"Old monk gives you a chance to hand over the magic weapon to me. Maybe I can be lenient to you."
"I will kill your soul directly without having to suffer the pain of refining the spirit slave."
Fan Yi just snorted coldly and took the first step forward, punching the rickety evil monk.
Fan Yi's speed was as fast as lightning, and he was already close to the old monk in an instant.
boom!
He punched out and hit the old monk's abdomen without any deviation.
The old monk's rickety body looked even more rickety after being hit by this punch.
His body was bent like a prawn, and he hit the altar table.
The altar table was smashed to pieces by him, and even the stone statue behind was shattered by the shock.
The old monk laughed ferociously and said mockingly:
"The little master of martial arts is nothing more than that, he can't even hit anyone...!"
The word "qi" has not been uttered yet!
Fan Yi rushed in front of the monk again, and hit the old monk's jaw hard with his iron fist carrying the power of his fist.
The old monk was hit by this blow, and his entire body was lifted off the ground by Fan Yi's fist.
Fan Yi punched the old monk in the abdomen again.
The old monk's back was completely embedded in the stone statue.
One punch, two punches, three punches...!
A total of eighteen punches continued without interruption, like thousands of meteors hitting the monk's internal organs.
Fan Yi stopped his fist and suddenly took a few steps back.
"Plop!"
The stone statue completely shattered, and the old monk slid down and sat on the ground.
at this time.
The old monk spread his legs and lowered his head to his chest. A stream of bright red blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth to the ground.
Fan Yi, however, was very alert and stared at the monk warily.
"Haha...! Hahahaha...!" The old monk chuckled softly at first, and finally laughed loudly.
This laughter has completely covered up the heavy rain outside the temple gate, and the monk seems to be crazy.
Fan Yi frowned and stood ready!
The old monk slowly raised his ferocious face, stood up slowly, and said jokingly:
"You said you don't have the strength to hit anyone, so this should be your strongest move."
"Ants are just ants after all. No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it's useless!"
The old monk immediately changed his attitude and said:
"Now it's time for me to take action!"
The words just fell.
In an instant, the old monk disappeared from the spot. Fan Yi secretly said something bad and was about to retreat suddenly.
boom!
Fan Yi's lower abdomen felt as if a century-old beast had hit its head with all its strength, and his whole body flew backwards.
The two wooden doors were smashed by Fan Yi, and his body flew dozens of feet away.
When Fan Yi hit the ground, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth!
In his body, the operation of force became very chaotic!
This strange force was so strong that it shattered the robe Fan Yi was wearing.
Even though Fan Yi was protected by Dou Ye's golden energy.
But the black-scaled python armor Fan Yi wore had a large piece missing from his lower abdomen.
The old monk's punch just now was so overbearing. Even though his body was perfectly tempered and his armor was hard, he still couldn't stop it.
This was just a casual blow from the Seventh Realm monk using his physical strength.
Thoughts can only flow for a moment.
Fan Yi just stood up and had not yet started his fist posture.
boom! Another punch!
Fan Yi felt a chill on his back, and then his body flew forward.
An almost fainting pain hit his forehead.
Don’t wait to adjust your breath.
I saw a black shadow constantly changing its position and punching the young man's body.
A total of eighteen punches!
The old monk was imitating the young man's punch just now, and returned it to the young man in full.
Seeing Fan Yi fall to the ground, all the armor he was wearing had been shattered.
The young man exposed the slightly bulging muscles of his body, and his skin was already covered in bruises and bruises.
The old monk glanced at the young man with contempt, then walked towards the young man step by step.
The old monk was convinced that the boy in front of him had broken his body and bones.
The old monk even became a little worried, worried that the young man would die.
The matter of refining spirit slaves must be put aside for a later time.
This is how powerful the Seventh Realm monk is, not to mention that his opponent is just a small master of martial arts.
Even if Fan Yi is a great martial arts master, his cultivation level is too low, so he can only be beaten to death by this monk.
Because from the perspective of a great cultivator, there is no way to compare with the realm of a powerful monk with a strong body or a fist field.
A monk in the Seventh Realm can achieve the level of mental observation. Image is the essence, and image is also the law of heaven and earth.
Fan Yi lay down in the muddy water, letting the rain beat on his body. There was no part of his body that was not feeling pain.
Fortunately, it was only flesh and blood damage, and the bones and meridians were not broken. This was thanks to Xiao Shengdou's body tempering method in the past few months.
Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have been beaten to a pulp by the old monk.
The old monk walked slowly in the rainy night, but suddenly stopped.
The scene in front of him shocked him. The young man was slowly arching his limbs and torso, trying to stand up with difficulty.
The old monk was surprised when he saw it:
"This kid is really experienced in beatings. Not to mention a hundred-year-old hybrid beast, even a two-hundred-year hybrid beast that has transformed into a human form will have all its muscles and bones broken, and it can't move anywhere."
The old monk just wanted to see how strong the young man in front of him was, so he could try it out for himself. Maybe it would be of great benefit to his own practice.
Seeing that the young man stood up straight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked over steadily.
The old monk chuckled and said:
"My little friend, this body of muscles, bones and skin could be transformed into a hybrid beast, right?"
Fan Yi wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely calm, and he said:
"Old dog, you hurt me today! I will remember it in my heart and I will definitely kill you in the future!"
The old monk had an incredible expression on his face and said with a smile:
"Later? Do you think you still have the life to leave here today?"
The old monk looked ferocious, took a step forward, and shouted:
"I'm too lazy to waste my time with you, just die!"
at this time.
A huge roulette wheel more than ten feet long suddenly blocked the old monk.
A round of golden light suddenly shot out from the roulette mirror, enveloping the monk.
After the old monk fell into the light curtain of the roulette mirror, he felt that his body seemed to be stuck in the mud.
The movement of spiritual energy in the limbs and bones also became extremely slow.
The old monk only felt that even his soul was trembling a little.
It was as if there was an invisible force trying to pull his soul out of the sea of consciousness.
The old monk hurriedly raised his hands and began to form strange hand seals.
But at this moment, the golden light curtain disappeared.
Also disappearing was Fan Yi.
The old monk cursed secretly: "That's bad, let this kid escape!"
