"Master is too bad. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Sha Wanjing laughed softly, and the women were overjoyed to watch it on the side.

Lao Dao also felt that he was being tricked by Tang Sanzang, he didn't know what the ginseng fruit was, but the peach was the treasure in the peach orchard of the legendary Queen Mother, the treasure of heaven and earth, not to mention mortals, even if the gods in the sky wanted to eat one, it was extremely difficult, this little monk actually asked himself if he had it, didn't he deliberately make fun of him.

"Girl, fairy fate can be met without seeking, if you miss it today, there will be no chance in the future, but don't listen to people's gossip and miss your life. The life span of mortals is only a few decades, if you enter the immortal gate, hundreds of years will pass by, no matter how handsome you are, a hundred years later it will be just a handful of loess. ”

But after all, he is a figure who has been cultivating for three hundred years, and his mentality is much better than the previous Ling Tiangongzi, although he is annoyed in his heart, he does not show it on his face, since Tang Sanzang can't work here, he turned to look at Sha Wanjing and launched an offensive, and he didn't forget to belittle Tang Sanzang between his words.

"Dao Chief, if the master doesn't nod, it's not good for me to find another teacher, and ask the Dao Master to find someone else, my master is strict, if I nod casually, I'm afraid of being ...... by him" Sha Wanjing kicked the ball back to Tang Sanzang with a word, and her pitiful appearance pulled a wave of hatred for him by the way.

"Ahem......" Tang Sanzang couldn't help but cough dryly twice, what do you mean by being very harsh, the omitted words sounded as if he usually beat or scolded them, he was completely wronging him.

"Yes, yes, Dao Chief, our master often says that he is a sweeping monk, although he has not practiced any spells, his foreign kung fu is supernatural, what demons and monsters, immortals and gods and Buddhas, he is definitely not an opponent in front of him. On the side, Zhu Tianpeng was not afraid of big things, and nodded again and again, looking bitter and hateful, like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied and abducted.

As soon as Lao Dao heard the accusations of the two, he was completely sure that Tang Sanzang was a fake monk who was abducted and deceived, and brought all kinds of fake monks who forced the girl to stay by his side.

Glancing at Tang Sanzang, there was a little contempt in the expression of the old man, but he was a fake monk who had practiced a few mortal kung fu, with his three hundred years of cultivation, he could shoot him away with just one finger, but now if he wanted to show it in front of Sha Wanjing, he stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Girl, don't panic, although your master boasts of some kung fu, but in front of my immortal means, he is just a papier-mâché tiger, you look at my four taels of thousands of catties, how to retreat him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the palm of his hand flipped over, and the loose Dao robe suddenly bulged, and the back of his hand gently pushed towards Tang Sanzang's chest, and a breeze also rose at the same time, blowing towards his chest.

Tang Sanzang said that he was very helpless, this is completely a lying gun, without saying a word, he will be used to show his strength, to tell the truth, this is too unreasonable.

However, Tang Sanzang didn't flinch, he didn't even move, he just looked at the old Taoist hand pushing towards his chest, he wanted to see how heavy this old Taoist four taels were, and whether he could push his thousand catties.

Tang Sanzang was stunned and motionless, this fell in the eyes of the old Dao, and the contempt was even stronger, considering the rules of this Happy Ridge, he had already suppressed his shots, and these four or two thousand catties were just small means, but it seemed that it was enough to deal with this fake monk.

Sha Wanjing and the others also watched this scene, even Zhen Yuanzi's palm was followed by Tang Sanzang, this old Taoist whose strength was not in the realm of the earth immortal naturally couldn't hurt Tang Sanzang with a palm, so the women didn't have any worry on their faces, but they were a little worried about the old way.

The back of the thin palm fell in front of Tang Sanzang's chest, and the robe on Tang Sanzang's body bulged all of a sudden, as if it was blown up by a gust of wind, making a rattling sound.

However, as soon as the wind passed, the robe fell again, and the back of his hand was still pressed on Tang Sanzang's chest.

Then, there is no then.

Lao Dao's palm slapped it, it was like putting a wind technique in front of Tang Sanzang, not to mention hurting Tang Sanzang, he didn't even let him retreat a single step.

"It's cool. Tang Sanzang looked at the old way, nodded with a strange expression, this old way is also sincere, saying four taels, it is really four taels, and it can't even compare to the itching power that falls on the chest.

Lao Dao looked at Tang Sanzang, who was not moving, and was also stunned, and after hearing his words, he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Although this is not a fairy method, but when he used this trick before, in order to achieve the desired effect, he had secretly injected a trace of spiritual power into it, if it was an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes, even if he was not injured before, he should retreat more than ten or twenty steps in a row is a normal reaction, this guy actually stood in place like no one else, and said that it was quite cool.

Lao Dao secretly glanced at Sha Wanjing, and Na Nizi's face showed a little surprise just right, as if she was sighing that Tang Sanzang was so powerful, and a little annoyance suddenly rose in her heart, and she didn't stop it, and a stream of aura poured into her arm, although this level would not make this monk seriously injured, but it was definitely not something that a mortal could bear.

The wind rose again, and Tang Sanzang's robe fluttered again, and the momentum was even stronger than the first time.

However, after the wind passed, Tang Sanzang still stood motionless, looked down at the hand pressed on his chest, and said a little helplessly: "Dao Chief, if you have something to say, I'm not that kind of person." ”

The old Taoist blushed, and suddenly retracted his hand, looked at Tang Sanzang, and then at his own hand, his face was full of puzzlement, and he had to wonder if he had used fake mana, why couldn't even Tang Sanzang push it.

Looking at Zhu Tianpeng from the side, they all laughed, this old way ran into Tang Sanzang, his luck was really bad, if he could shoot Tang Sanzang away with a light press like this, then those monsters who were defeated in Tang Sanzang's hands would probably climb up from the ground.

The laughter of the women made Lao Dao a little anxious, but he still didn't think about how powerful Tang Sanzang was, but blamed all this on not using this kind of mundane martial arts for too long, so it led to a lack of strength.

"Ahem...... These four or two thousand pounds are just warm-up movements. Lao Dao coughed twice, forcibly warmed up, and then said with a solemn face: "Look at my move, little master, take it!"

"Overwhelming?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows.

"Well, I'm afraid, if you admit defeat now, it's still too late. Lao Dao nodded a little proudly.