He Zhixing is in dire straits at the moment, the aura is entering his body in waves, with the deepening of the aura, the speed of the true qi is increasing step by step, and the meridians are continuing to strengthen and grow, accompanied by bursts of intense pain all over the body, He Zhixing still insists on holding back, his lips moving slightly with dense honey......

At this time, the five of them had already come in, He Zhixing was at a critical juncture at the moment, the gradual approach of the five made him feel dangerous, at that moment he was already powerless to do anything, the last moment of breaking through the juncture could not be distracted by him to do anything first, where was he going to absorb the last trace of aura of the elixir powder and the weak aura around him, and when the master of the severed hand slapped a palm on the top of his head, the middle-aged monk who knocked on the wooden fish moved-

Quick, soon! The wooden fish hammer turned into lightning and hit the old man who attacked He Zhixing, and the middle-aged monk also opened his mouth at this time: "No! ”

With the middle-aged man and his hand, the old man's dangerous blow to He Zhixing was also resolved, and at this time, all the spiritual energy of He Zhixing was inhaled into his body, and the elixir turned into black smoke and powder overflowed from the scattered wrapping.

He Zhixing shouted "Ah ......", dropped the little beauty carved by wood, and pushed with both palms - a fierce wind! The five people in front of him all gave him a palm, and all fell five meters away, Liu Tian and the uncle who broke a wrist vomited blood on the spot, and couldn't get up for a while, and the other three martial arts cultivators were also embarrassed for a while, and their steps were messy for a while, and it took a long time to freeze their bodies and suffer a small slight injury, He Zhixing picked up the little beauty of the wood carving and stood up.

He said to the middle-aged monk, "Thank you Master for saving me just now!" ”

The middle-aged monk folded his hands and saluted: "The donor is polite, it's just a gesture, and besides, the donor has a fate with my Buddha, so he came to the rescue" At this time, the five of them have been adjusted, and they are approaching the two of them, everyone is ready to kill absolutely, as long as there is the best opportunity, they will definitely be like a pack of hunting wolves, waiting for them to speak distracted when a blow will be broken.

He Zhixing glanced at the middle-aged monk, the monk's hand twisting the Buddha beads was making a strange movement at the moment, while twisting a Buddha bead, he raised his thumb and pointed his fingers behind him, what was behind him? Behind him was the windowsill, He Zhixing immediately understood, and when they were gradually approaching various important directions, the middle-aged monk and He Zhixing quickly jumped behind them and flew out of the window-

Their good calculations failed to succeed, and the two of them were no longer so unwieldy when they got outside, and the wide place became an excellent place for the two of them to perform any martial arts, no longer restrained, they could fight freely, and He Zhixing, who had broken through to the middle of Hinayana , would not be afraid of them, and when the time came, they could still run if they couldn't win.

The five people also came out of the window after them, and the two of them faced the five people, but they didn't see any trace of panic on He Zhixing's two bodies, the two of them smiled slightly, and preemptively hit the five of them, the five of them were slightly surprised, what they didn't expect was that He Zhixing and the middle-aged monk didn't greet them and rushed directly towards them. They haven't established themselves yet, so they can't think of giving He Zhixing and the two of them a preemptive strike.

All of a sudden, six or seven figures were entangled together, sometimes splitting and merging, and each time they hit each other, they would bring out bursts of bangs......

Several people who fought were engaged in a terrifying duel between life and death, like a life and death enemy, and would never give up without fighting a dead wound and mutilation, gradually came many tourists and monks, He Zhixing felt that it was not good to go on like this, while a few people were besieging the middle-aged monk at the same time, he himself took off and flew onto the roof, stepped on the roof tiles and eaves and quickly flew out of the mountain gate from the roof, far away.

The master with the severed hand and the Korean monk Park Tingzhen were a little higher in martial arts, and the two also flew up to the roof and followed to catch up with He Zhixing, and the others who couldn't fly to the roof quickly went towards the exit of the mountain gate of Puzhao Temple, and they had to pass through the mountain gate to get out of the temple, and the other roads were impassable mountains and forests or difficult mountains.

He Zhixing ran very fast, and when the master with the severed hand and the Korean monk Park Tingzhen flew up to the roof to chase He Zhixing, He Zhixing was flying over the front roof, and he quickly jumped off the roof and escaped.

When they came to the front roof, He Zhixing didn't know where to hide, and when they found it again, He Zhixing had quickly flashed into the big forest outside the temple, and there was no one to be seen.