My luck can go against the sky

Han Zirong couldn't believe whether the old abbot could clean up these monks who had become evil monks.

This old man with old arms and legs can beat him

It’s fine to have a fracture within a few steps!

Han Zirong glanced at the monks who were still chanting, and said, "Thirty-five golden pills."

"You brag about trouble and make a draft, okay?"

The old abbot glared, the golden light on his body became more and more dazzling, and he looked at Han Zirong's body that was obviously the Buddha's golden bell, and he curled his lips: "Old monk, I am also an infant, I can't beat it, can't I run?"

"But you can't practice at home with Golden Bell."

"It's all gold cores, why is the golden bell jar still the power of foundation building?"

The two of them were talking like no one beside a group of monks.

"Have you found the person who seduce your apprentice?" Han Zirong asked.

The old abbot replied: "Nonsense, if I find it, what will happen to you."

"It must be a Golden Core Stage cultivation base, so I dare not show up in front of the monk, otherwise the old monk will let him know how powerful the Dawei Tianlong is!"

Han Zirong glanced sideways at the head of the Buddha who was smiling evilly, and backed away a few steps in shock: "You are so powerful, but the Buddha head laughed and didn't care?"

The old abbot patted his head awkwardly: "It's too expensive, no money, who will fix it after it is broken?"

After that, the old abbot waved his hand: "Go out, go out, look around, take advantage of my good apprentices are here, you look carefully."

"By the way, your friend can't give it to you now. Good apprentices like me are looking for it."

Han Zirong nodded and didn't shy away. The old abbot said so. Tie Zhongyun must have not died yet and was hid by the old abbot.

Turning around and walking towards the gate, Jian Yi and Jian Hui immediately got up and followed Han Zirong as soon as they walked out of the gate.

Han Zirong's steps suddenly stiffened: "You don't recite the scriptures?"

Jian Yi put his hands together in a salute, and said calmly: "Brother Jianshi ordered me to wait for the donor, so that the donor should not lose his life in the small temple."

Han Zirong was not annoyed, but calmly folded his hands together and walked out.

Han Zirong inspected every room and wing, walking around in the temple, almost turning the temple upside down.

Jian Hui looked at Jian Yi and said in a low voice, "Why isn't he going out yet?"

"If you don't go out to night, you won't have our share?"

Jian Yi calmly looked at Han Zirong who was searching on the rockery, and said in a low voice: "No hurry, no hurry, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"The old monk was saved last time and I haven't found it yet. We must be optimistic about this this time. The old monk was seen by Jianshi in the Buddhist hall. This time he can't get out."

Jian Hui twisted his face, smiled, and looked at Han Zirong's back: "Hey, Jindan, after eating him, we are not far from Yuan Ying."

Jian Yi chuckled, nodding his head, throat surging up and down, swallowing the saliva in his mouth vigorously.

"No hurry, no hurry."

Until twelve o'clock at noon, the sun was hanging in the middle, and Han Zirong rummaged through every corner of the temple and found no signs or traces in the temple.

Instead, he found a pile of bones in the kitchen.

This caused Han Zirong's heart to get angry.

But still carrying Jianyi with a calm face, Jianhui ran around everywhere.

Stepping out of the mountain gate, Han Zirong immediately felt a heat in his back, but still walked forward.

Jian Hui looked at Han Zirong's back with hot eyes: "Go out, he's out!"

"Do you want to do it? Do you want to do it?"

Although Jian Yi was already eager to the extreme, he calmly shook his head and said, "No, wait a little longer, then go a little further."

"We didn't repair the mountain gate last time. It was too troublesome to do, and it would delay chanting. We should wait for him to go a little farther before doing it."

Jianhui wiped his saliva and nodded fiercely: "I have to listen to me this time, the steaming is not good, this time it's braised in brown sauce, it has a smell."

"The braised one is good."

Jian Yi calmly and hotly looked at Han Zirong's back, who was gradually moving away: "One and a half, you get yours, I'll get mine."

Jian Hui took steps to keep up with Han Zirong: "Good idea, good idea."

"Where's the golden core? How is his golden core divided?"

Speaking of dividing Jin Dan, Jian Yi immediately glared at Jian Hui: "Of course Jin Dan is for Jian Shi, this is the rule!"

"Where can we have a good life without him?"

Jian Hui stretched out his hand and gestured: "Just a little bit, just a little bit."

Jian Yi hesitated again, swallowed, and agreed: "Okay, just a little bit, Jian Shi should have nothing to say."

Not far away, Han Zirong turned calmly and looked at the two of them: "I will go far if you don't come again."

After that, he moved forward again, came to the edge of the cliff, and flew in the air a little bit, and flew into the distance quickly.

Jian Yi, Jian Hui suddenly became anxious: "Hurry up, he wants to run!"

The three of them rushed into the distance one after another.

About Mofei disappeared one by one, feeling that it was far enough from Baohe Temple, and then Han Zirong stopped and turned to look at the two people who had been following him closely.

No nonsense, he drew the peach wood sword from his waist and slashed it.

At the same time, the left hand pinches.

"Huang Huang Tianwei, cast my god thunder!"

"Anxious as a law, Nine Heavens Profound Thunder!"

The whole body's aura was arrogantly mobilized, and with Han Zirong's left hand, the thunderclouds in the sky gathered rapidly, and a thunder light suddenly struck down.

The thunder exploded in horror!

A thunder snake rushed down from the thundercloud, but in an instant, it arrived in front of Jian Yi.

The two looked at Han Zirong appallingly.

"Impossible, how could it be the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder? Didn't it mean it has been lost?"

next moment.

Jian Yi and Jian Hui suddenly folded their hands together, and evil spirits gushed out of their bodies, and their smooth faces were suddenly covered with black patterns.

"Golden Bell!"

"Fudo Mingwang Curse!"

Razer swept across, the golden bell jar, and the newly formed Fudo King phantom suddenly shattered and dissipated.

The two figures also fell rapidly toward the ground.

Bang!

The ground was smashed and cracked, and within a radius and a half of a mile, there were flying sand and rocks constantly turning outwards.

Two plumes of black smoke floated in the air, on the ground, Jian Yi lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

The robes on Jian Hui's body were completely ashes, and his upper body was naked, revealing sharp and bulging muscles.

Jian Hui looked up at Han Zirong. His face was grim, but did not rush to Han Zirong. Instead, he bowed his head, pierced Jian Yi's abdomen with a palm, took out a black gold pill from his dantian, and swallowed it without hesitation.

With a stroke of Han Zirong's hand, the peach wood sword stabs it in the air. Han Zirong followed closely, and the golden bell started.

A thousand meters away, six streamers flew in quickly.

A thick and boundless voice rang from the heavens and the earth.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao, dare to kill the monks of Baohe Temple!"

A ray of sword light flew rapidly from a kilometer away and stab Han Zirong.

Han Zirong didn't hide, he had to be bold when things came, not to mention these two monks, now how can they be considered the monks of Baohe Temple!

The evil monk is almost the same!

When he moved his body just to avoid the point, Han Zirong stretched out his hand to grab the peach wood sword in front of him and stabbed Jian Hui fiercely.

On the ground, Jian Hui's body suddenly swelled, his feet heavier, and he rose into the sky and rushed towards Han Zirong.

"Presumptuous, didn't you hear my uncle's words!"

A young man dressed in a gray robe flew up and cursed.

100 meters above the ground.

The sword pierced Jian Hui's chest.

Jian Hui makes a fist with one hand, Mojia, Vajra!

Han Zirong let out a stern cry, stabs with both hands hard!

The two faced each other, bombarded each other, and then hit the ground heavily!

The mountain shook for a while, and flying sand and rocks continued to sweep outward.