Ping Junhua was furious when he heard this and jumped three feet high: "Who said I'm a coward?! When your grandpa and I came out to hang out, you were still at home chewing your toes! Looking for death!"
With rage flashing in his eyes, he actually snatched the magic weapon from the monk who rushed forward with his bare hands? !
The flat-headed monk was a real early-stage fifth-grade monk, and he used his own magical weapon, the mountain-collapsing stick. Just by looking at the name, you can tell that this stick is a heavy weapon. It is said that it weighs a thousand kilograms. No one with a fourth-level cultivation can even think of wielding it easily.
In the past in Penglai Pavilion, this flat-headed monk used his stick to uproot countless thousand-year-old trees. Later, he actually created a clearing in front of his cave. Since the stick is heavy, it has infinite power, not to mention speed and weight. If a low-level practitioner accidentally passes by the door and encounters him practicing with the stick, he can directly experience the feeling of traveling through the troposphere on the spot.
It was such a stick that was caught by the opponent with his bare hands and snatched away?
Not to mention other people, even the flat-headed monk himself was frightened and froze in place, looking at Ping Junhua as if he were a ghost.
The furious Ping Junhua had already jumped up to Lao Gao, and swung the heavy stick horizontally. He would rather kill by mistake than let go, and started the group attack and rampage mode on the spot: "Looking for death! Everyone is looking for death!"
The huge wave of spiritual power brought by the stick made the Penglai Pavilion monks scream on the spot and run as far as they could. Unfortunately, the broken bones that were hit fell to the ground and vomited blood.
When a clearing was cleared, Ping Junhua stood still in the air, and his unattractive face actually showed a bit of coolness and coolness: "Who said I was a coward just now?"
The monks who fell to the ground looked at each other in shock, and none of them spoke.
Ping Junhua raised his chin, his pupils glowed fiercely, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Probably because his face was completely dark, the teeth exposed under his evil smile looked particularly white and shone with a cold light.
"No one admits it? Then, everyone, die!" He said, raising the big stick and swinging it down.
"Wait!" A white-faced monk shouted tremblingly, which made Ping Junhua brake suddenly in the air.
The stick was too heavy, and the inertia made his shoulders extremely sore, but he relied on his acting skills to reach the full level of the fifth level, and looked at the monk expressionlessly.
The white-faced monk closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pointed in the direction of the crew-cut man in the distance.
"Oh, very good." Ping Junhua flew directly in front of the crew-cut man: "Are you saying I'm a coward?"
The crew-cut male cultivator looked at the other side and cursed that beast in his mind. Even if he was always against me, he still wanted to use me as a backstop in a life-or-death situation, so he shamelessly pointed back: "It's him! He said it!"
When the white-faced monk heard this, he became anxious and cursed: "Niu Pingtou, you piece of shit! Do you dare to scold me or not?"
The flat-headed cow is probably his nickname.
The one who was scolded immediately retorted: "Ma Baimian, you coward!"
"Stop!" Ping Junhua's ears twitched and he stared at the guy named Niu Pingtou: "It's you! That's the voice!" After saying that, he picked up the stick and hit the man on the head!
"Who do you think is a coward! Who do you think is a coward! Today I want to let you know what your great-grandfather's rage is like!" Every time he cursed, the stick hit the ground once, and Niu Pingtou's body was buried a few inches deeper into the soil. It was quickly smashed into the earth's crust and completely invisible.
A cold smile appeared on the face of the monk nicknamed Ma Baimian. Before the smile disappeared, he felt a huge cylindrical shadow coming from above his head. Looking up, the huge collapsing stick was already floating on top of his head.
"Excuse me! It wasn't me who scolded you..."
Ping Junhua was too lazy to listen, so he hit the man with a stick and wedged this man into the soil, and went to "love the same hole" with Niu Pingtou.
"You are not a good person for betraying your fellow disciples." After Ping Junhua said this, he threw the heavy stick away, turned around and rubbed his sore arm with a grin on his face - Gan Lin, damn it, really It's so heavy, my arm won't be dislocated...
In front, Gu Qianning and Ren Jinghua were still fighting. Jiang Yunchen's whip-wielding hand didn't stop, knocking down dozens of buildings. Endless treasures fell into the big net bag, and Zhao Yisu was buried tightly.
Seeing Jiang Yunchen's whip rising all the way up and almost collapsing the pavilion master's palace, a disciple finally cried out: "Where is the pavilion master! Why don't you come out to seek justice?"
——"Yes, who invited the people! Why haven't the elders shown up yet?!"
——"The pavilion master and the elders attended the saint's tomb last night. Could it be that they all stayed in the tomb vigil and were killed by the bomb, right?"
——"Fart! With just a few of their fifth-grade monks, can they defeat our Penglai Pavilion?"
——"What about the bans? Aren't there bans everywhere in our sect? There aren't any that are usable?"
——"What's the use of asking these questions now? They must have been plotting for a long time and used some small means to close the ban! Since the elders can't find it, open all the bans now!"
——"The restriction can be easily opened or closed. If there is no Level 6 in charge, I am afraid that if the restriction is fully opened, we will all be trapped inside. This is a trick that kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred, so it cannot be used!"
——"No need now, why don't we just wait for that Jiang Yunchen to blow up the Pavilion Master's Mansion?"
--"ah!"
Someone's scream broke the quarrel. Everyone looked up and saw that Jiang Yunchen had flown to the top of Penglai Pavilion and was standing in front of the Pavilion Master's Mansion. His white clothes were swaying in the wind. Her hair spread like a waterfall behind her, her aura was fully activated, and the lightning whip in her hand was already raised...
——"Don't hesitate, open the ban!"
Several monks immediately dispersed and rushed to the four directions of southeast, northwest and to open the restrictions hidden in Penglai Pavilion at the same time.
But how could Gu Qianning, Ren Jinghua, and Ping Junhua let it go? They were not deaf. They sensed that someone was about to open the ban, so the three of them tacitly chose a direction to catch up.
More Penglai Pavilion monks rushed forward to stop them. This group of low-level cultivators were desperate for their lives. Wuyang Wuyang rushed up to block the monks who were going to open the restriction. This was to build a human wall.
But Jiang Yunchen was faster than them, and he threw down the whip without hesitation!
"Boom!" Along with a roar, the Penglai Pavilion built on the mountain shook violently. It seemed that the whip struck not the palace of the pavilion master, but the foundation of Penglai Pavilion.
The pavilions, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings all seemed to burst apart at this moment, and the beautiful Penglai Pavilion seemed to melt and pour down...
All the disciples were dumbfounded - how is this possible?
The pavilion master's mansion didn't even have basic protective measures, so he was whipped to pieces? Could it be that those orchids that the pavilion master loved so much were submerged in the mud?
"Hahahahahahaha! You are young and promising, and you are all young talents who are well-deserved!" A loud and powerful voice suddenly came from the ruins.
The disciple below was at ease: "It's the Pavilion Master!"
