Lao Tzu is Hades

Seven people and one demon, there was a chaotic battle, and the fight was unstoppable!

Jiang Feng knew that he couldn't drag it. There were too many people on the other side.

So he used the drill mountain sect's stunt-the ground-falling dragon, and rolled on the spot, the whole person shrank into a tuft... a big ball of meat went straight to Cao Ren's feet.

Cao Ren complained constantly in his heart, and he couldn't think of Jiang Feng's so many flamboyant moves that made him overwhelmed; when he saw the opponent came to his feet, he slapped him down!

Snapped!

With a palm, Jiang Feng's figure remained the same. After all, he was wearing a defensive suit inside and received a palm.

At the same time, Jiang Feng stretched out his arm, and the golden sword swiped hard!

"laugh!"

With a scream of "Ah", Cao Ren's hamstrings were all severed, and he fell to the ground embarrassedly, holding his bloody ankle, his face full of horror.

...

The four Yan Xianglan forced Nie Lingyu back to rescue Cao Ren.

The four of them gave out their palms at the same time, "ping-pong-pong" four times, all hitting Jiang Feng.

Although Jiang Feng was not injured in these few strokes, because the four of them were too powerful, they shot Jiang Feng away like a big ball bouncing high!

Nie Lingyu snorted, flew up, hugged Jiang Feng, and finally fell to the ground.

"Are you OK?"

Nie Lingyu looked down at Jiang Feng with a look of concern.

"It's okay!"

Jiang Feng stood firm, his chest hurt slightly, but he tried his luck and it didn't matter.

Nie Lingyu secretly wondered, wondering if he might not be able to withstand the full blow of the four, how could he be like a okay person?

Not only Nie Lingyu, but Yan Xianglan were all dumbfounded. They looked down at their palms, not knowing what went wrong.

The two sides are in a stalemate, and no one dared to act rashly.

...

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, an old monk in plain clothes entered the courtyard and broke the deadlock.

I saw him holding a broom in his hand, bowing his head and sweeping the floor, deaf to everything in front of him.

Seeing this sweeping monk, Jiang Feng and Nie Lingyu looked at each other and were shocked!

The two knew that the Sweeper's cultivation was unfathomable, and if he was also the rescuer invited by Cao Ren, it would be over!

On the other hand, Yan Xianglan and the four of them were also confused, wondering where this weird old monk came from, how could they have never seen it before...

The sweeping monk swept around, piled up the fallen leaves in the yard, and turned around and said, "Abbot, you can collect the net."

As soon as the voice fell, an old monk with a red face and a hand holding a bergamot walked into the courtyard: "Amitabha, it is not easy to find out all of you. It is really hard work for Dean Cao!"

The visitor is no one else, but the abbot of the Jinshan Temple-the authentic old monk.

Seeing him, Cao Ren looked horrified, and said in astonishment: "Aren't you...were locked up by me? Why did you come out?"

The authenticity smiled and said: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! If you don't lock up, how can you get all five of you out?

Seeing the authenticity show up, Yan Xianglan and the others were a little jealous.

Cao Ren still refused to admit defeat. After all, he was the mastermind and said: "Palace Master Yan, five of us, four of them, and one of them are stinky, don't be afraid of them!"

Yan Xianglan looked at his ankle and frowned, "Can Dean Cao still hold it?"

"Nothing wrong!"

After saying a word, Cao Ren bit his head and went on.

I saw him supporting the ground on one foot, flying up and turning into a spinning top!

This trick is called flying sand and wind transfer, and the yellow sand on the ground is attracted and swept toward the authenticity. Cao Ren's arms are like an electric drill, straight to the authenticity chest!

...

The authenticity remains untouched.

But the sweeping monk suddenly moved, and saw his broomstick hit the ground hard!

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, the fallen leaves piled up on the ground flew up, forming a wall, first blocking the yellow sand, and then shooting out like a flying sword, all shot on Cao Ren.

boom!

Cao Ren fell directly from the air, his eyes, face, and body... were covered with leaves, and he hung up without making a sound...

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Picking leaves from flying flowers is very common to hurt people, but using flying flowers to pick leaves to kill a fourth-rank saint monk is too exaggerated!

"Amitabha!"

The authenticity looked at Jiang Feng and said, "Donor Jiang, don't you want to take Dean Cao's head, please!"

Although it was confirmed that the authenticity was Su Mei’s son, it was Xiaowei who used to hold his thighs and shouted his superman uncle, Jiang Feng still felt very strange, froze for a long time, and suddenly said: "That night at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it was your secret words. Transsion lets us go, right?"

It's a tacit agreement to laugh and say nothing.

Jiang Feng walked forward with the golden sword in his hand, "cracked", cut off Cao Ren's head, wrapped it in a bag that had already been prepared, and placed it in the Qiankun bag.

After doing this, Jiang Feng took a long breath.

Jinshan Temple and his party have finally completed their task!

Yan Xianglan and the other four watched Cao Ren's head cut. None of them dared to speak. They were uneasy. They didn't know how the abbot would deal with him...

"Bah! Dog stuff!"

After a moment of silence, the Dean of the Bodhidharma Academy suddenly stepped forward and slapped Cao Ren's corpse fiercely, saying: "Fortunately, the abbot is safe and sound. You are a dog to death, so it's not in vain for me to lurch!"

The dean of the Holy Spirit Hospital hurriedly followed, took a sip, and said, "I was about to do it. I didn't expect the abbot to get ahead!"

Immediately afterwards, the dean of the Bodhi Academy and Yan Xianglan of the Lingjiu Palace went up to spit to express their opinions.

The face of authenticity was grinning, and after a few people finished speaking, the monk turned and nodded.

Sweeping the monk's heart understands, holding a broom, swept the ground fiercely!

brush!

With this sweep, strong winds are everywhere!

Falling leaves flying all over the sky, overwhelming the sky, no way to dodge, hit Yan Xianglan four people!

Because Nie Lingyu was standing near Yan Xianglan, even she was not spared!

Jiang Feng was shocked in his heart. Another trick was to go to the ground. He came to Nie Lingyu, hugged her with open arms, and blocked the sky with fallen leaves with his back...

For a long time, the wind was calm.

Jiang Feng's coat was cut to pieces by fallen leaves. Turning around, Yan Xianglan and the others fell in a pool of blood, with leaves all over their bodies.

Jiang Feng and Nie Lingyu looked at each other and were afraid for a while.

...

After processing the corpse in the room, the authenticity walked to Jiang Feng and said: "My mom is okay?"

"Ok... alright!"

Jiang Feng looked at the authenticity with lingering fear and nodded in despair.

With an "um" sound, he looked at Nie Lingyu again and said, "Today, I can catch Cao Ren and others all at once, thanks to Palace Master Nie! In the future, Misty Palace, Lingjiu Palace, Yihua Palace, and the Three Palaces will all return Nie Gong is in charge!"

Nie Lingyu had mixed feelings in her heart and could not speak.

Had it not been for Jiang Feng's protection, she might have been killed by Fallen Leaf; therefore, she felt disgust in her heart when she looked at the hypocritical gaze of authenticity.

Jiang Feng also found it very boring.

I thought that when I saw Xiaowei, I could tell him about the past and talk about the world, but I didn't expect that Xiaowei was no longer there, only the authenticity of the moment.

Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory, packed his things, holding the last flying button in his hand, ready to go to Chengdu.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Nie Lingyu standing behind him with a bit of dismay, and said, "I will send you down the mountain."