Originally, this gray-clothed monk was the same as Yan Zhaowu, he was in the realm of a junior grandmaster, and in terms of real combat power, he was much stronger than Yan Zhaowu. Wu Zhiwen didn't take advantage of him so easily, but this monk was merciful, and mistakenly thought that Wu Zhiwen's strength was just the level of internal strength to the peak, and he didn't expect his moves to be so magical, so he was suddenly broken by Wu Zhiwen's sleeves.

"The donor is good at kung fu, but our temple is an important place for Buddhism, you can't break in, the donor has injured so many monks, I can not blame the past!

"Old monk, you may think that I am not your opponent, but let me tell you, if you don't hand over the person I am looking for today, let alone break in, even this temple, I will demolish it for you!" Wu Zhiwen opened his eyes and said nonsense to the acquaintance just now, he was already really angry, after all, he really saw from the monitoring of the Public Security Bureau that the person had entered the temple, but he refused to admit it, if this was in ancient times, there was really no evidence, but in modern times, there is surveillance and photography, and everything is hidden.

Of course, the Purple Yang Immortal Saint doesn't need any evidence or evidence, if you insist on talking nonsense with your eyes open, then he just goes in.

"Donor, what the guest said just now, there is not a word wrong, and no outsiders have entered this temple for more than ten days...... old monk said slowly: "Did the donor misunderstand somewhere?"

"Hmph, and said that the family doesn't speak...... It seems that you are deliberately shielding them, even if I come up with real evidence, so what, in that case, speak with strength!" Wu Zhiwen saw that he looked loose and approachable on the surface, and he looked like a bit of a high-ranking monk, but the words he said were still one thing on the surface and one thing behind the scenes. If the old monk said that he needed to find out, it would be a good excuse, although there was still a suspicion of delaying time, at least it was not openly covered. But the old monk's expression didn't look like he was lying at all, which made him even more angry, did he take others for fools?

"For a ...... of days" Wu Zhiwen stroked his hands in a circle, and the momentum of the whole person quickly rose, like a god of creation, suddenly a finger slashed like a Pangu giant axe, and the white qi on the fingertips spit out half a foot, and slashed towards the gray-clothed old monk.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed old monk looked solemn, and his palms were erected, like a strong King Kong, although he slapped it lightly, it was as thick as a mountain.

"Hmph, Mighty King Kong Palm!" Wu Zhiwen of course knows the goods, Ziyi classified this move as a novelist's description when he was collecting martial arts, but now it seems that the novelist is not groundless. Of course, the moves in the novel are completely different from those used by this old monk, but the power is almost the same, the same stele cracking stone, infinite power!

Wu Zhiwen's Dayan Fist method is based on subtlety, but this old monk's powerful vajra palm is like a shield, and the defense is extremely tight. If you talk about the strength of the two alone, Wu Zhiwen is still a lot worse, although his qi is barely released, but the distance cannot reach a foot away, his true qi is only better than condensation. If the two of them are reversed, the old monk attacks, and he defends, Wu Zhiwen's advantage will be greater, but at this time, he is full of anger, and in order to save Huang Fuzhen, he must also fight quickly.

So in this case, Wu Zhiwen's and the old monk went through three or four moves, and his Dayan boxing method not only did not take advantage, but suffered some small losses. No matter how ingenious his moves are, the old monk's powerful vajra palm is like a turtle shell, leaving him with nowhere to find flaws, so he can only fight hard.

Wu Zhiwen quickly understood this, but he was a dignified immortal saint, how could he change his tactics because of an old monk in the Qi refining period? He had always done things by force, so instead of changing his strategy, he let out a long roar and shouted, "The reincarnation of the sun and the moon!"

I saw him holding his hands in his arms, one palm yin, one palm yang, suddenly both palms reverberate, illusion of an afterimage, as if rivers, lakes and seas, all things in the world have appeared from them, what is more peculiar is a bright moon and a virtual shadow of the rising sun rose from it, Wu Zhiwen's momentum suddenly soared, the old monk's face suddenly changed greatly, just the air flow agitated, and his powerful King Kong palm bounced away, making him stagger and unsteady.

"Donor, stop!"

Wu Zhiwen was about to use this move, when suddenly someone in a Zen courtyard in the depths of the temple shouted.

Wu Zhiwen was shocked in his heart, this person is also a grandmaster, but it is much higher than the realm of the old monk in front of him, it should be the realm of grandmaster Xiaocheng, that is, the eightfold qi refining. In terms of the division of the immortal cultivation realm, it is the Chaoyuan Realm Xiaocheng. And at this time, the other six strong or weak auras all rushed into the sky, obviously angry at him, and they all knew what the consequences of Wu Zhiwen's move were.

"Hmph, the seven grandmasters, the people I want to teach are not able to stop the God Refining Realm here!" Wu Zhiwen snorted lightly, without hesitation, the sun and moon reincarnation in his hand was pushed out with all his might, and with a loud bang, the old monk was blasted out of the three zhang, knocking down the mahogany gate of the temple, spurting blood from his mouth, and fainting on the ground.

And Wu Zhiwen is not much better than him, his clothes are shocked by the uncontrollable true qi everywhere, and the skin between the holes is also a piece, a rotten piece, and the blood is dripping, and he can't help it, with a mouthful of blood. This move of the sun and moon reincarnation is extremely powerful, and he can only reluctantly use it, and in order to attack the old monk's powerful vajra palm, he is even more desperate to urge it, so he loses both.

At this time, he is basically equivalent to a wasted person, and his strength is completely lost, and it is already very good to be able to barely support himself from falling.

Shangguan Qingya had been standing behind watching the battle between the two, she saw that Wu Zhiwen's trick was only strong and not weak compared to ordinary bombs, and she was secretly shocked in her heart, thinking: "Is this his real strength?" Seeing that he was covered in injuries and spurting blood, she screamed in fright and hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Sure enough, Wu Zhiwen was weak and leaned softly on his body.

At this moment, the seven figures rose from the temple and instantly fell in front of Wu Zhiwen, the first old monk had a thin face, a tall figure, and was also dressed in gray, but his eyebrows and beard were not white, but yellow. As soon as Wu Zhiwen saw it, he knew that he was the Grandmaster Realm Xiaocheng who had just spoken.

Two of the seven were lay men, and the other five were monks, all of whom were at least eighty years old. The two people dressed as laymen just glanced at Wu Zhiwen, and then hurriedly leaned over to show the old monk who was injured by him the injury, and the other five grandmaster-level monks blocked Wu Zhiwen aside.

"Why is the donor so vicious? Beat the abbot master of this temple to serious injury?" The thin old monk's eyes were like spitting fire, and he shouted angrily at Wu Zhiwen.

"Poof......" Wu Zhiwen was about to speak, but he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.