There are only three people on the other side, and they only care about whether they can grab the head or not, and whether they will miss the opportunity to curry favor with the Peng family.

Peng Guangming raised his arms and shouted, leading these monks of the Immortal Cultivation Association to rush up.

Before they got closer, they saw Yun Shen and Qian Mo, who were moving in unison, rushing towards them with tacit understanding.

Qian Mo hooked the corners of his lips towards Peng Guangming, and quickly flew out with a kick, kicking him out with a middle-aged monk who ran behind him and rushed over with him. I don't know if Qianmo did it on purpose, the place where Peng Guangming and the monk who served as a backstop for him flew away was still the pork stall that was scattered.

Peng Guangming: "......"

He hates pork stalls, he hates pork sellers, he hates that yellow-haired stinky boy who kicked him to the pork stall three times in a row!

Peng Guangming roared angrily, regardless of the monk who was his back, he was pressed by him and vomited blood, like the wind like a madman, took out a big knife from the storage bag, waved the big knife, and rushed towards Qianmo.

"Yo, you got up so quickly, but the master underestimated you." As he spoke, Qian Mo jumped up, one in mid-air, turned around flexibly, and flew towards Peng Guangming's back, kicking him ten meters away for the fourth time, and this time he was still face down.

Since Peng Guangming became the president of the Linjiang City Immortal Cultivation Association, his life has been smooth, where has he been humiliated like this! He became even more furious, his eyes were red, his face was as hideously twisted as a ghost, and he rushed towards Qian Mo again.

Before he could rush to half the distance, he saw that Elder Feng was actually knocked away by Yun Shen's punch, flew into the air and fell down quickly, swooping back several steps backwards, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then barely stabilized his body.

Elder Feng's tragic situation made Peng Guangming, who was about to rush towards Qianmo, feel a little calm and sanity in his heart.

There were more than 20 people on their side, and they all made a move, but they couldn't beat the two people on the other side.

Still lying on the ground not far away, Liu Gui and the Peng family's dogs, who fell to the ground and couldn't stop moaning: Master, your old man has finally opened his mind! That's how they just fell!

To the surprise of everyone present, Peng Guangming rolled his eyes and actually rushed towards Ling Yuan, who was standing on the periphery of the battlefield, holding the little white cat Yun and watching the battle lightly!

In Peng Guangming's view, there were only two people on the other side.

This shows that the status of the man holding the little white cat should be higher than that of those two people, and those two people are just his subordinates.

In this case, that master is a weakness for those two powerful and brave subordinates who are one to be ten.

As long as the master was controlled, those two subordinates naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Controlling the person holding the little white cat is equivalent to controlling the entire battle situation.

In that case, then what else is there to hesitate about.

As soon as he saw that Peng Guangming, who was originally rushing towards him, suddenly changed direction and rushed towards Ling Yuan's side, Qian Mo couldn't help but become anxious: "Hey, your opponent is me!" ”

Seeing that Qian Mo was in a hurry, Peng Guangming felt that his guess just now was correct.

He hurriedly shouted to the monks closest to him: "You stop him, I will go and capture the thief and the king!" ”

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