The old monk made an embarrassed expression.

"This, hiss. Actually, I don't know, maybe I'm different from them, I can see the trajectory of your life, can you believe it? The old monk's smiling appearance made the little monk feel very kind.

The old monk's words made the little monk not very understanding, and he asked a little cutely: "Then what is the trajectory?" Why can't I understand what you say? The little monk blinked his eyes, and his fan-like eyelashes were long and dense.

"Trajectory, that's..." Before the old monk finished speaking, a young monk just pulled the little monk over, pointed at the old monk with a disgusted face and scolded loudly:

"Don't get close to the little junior brother, the next time you get close to the little junior brother, beware of me breaking your legs!"

The old monk didn't refute anything in the face of his reprimand, just scratched his head, stood up boredly, and continued to look like the old god was there.

The young monk also had the feeling of punching the cotton, and the force made it weak.

Finally, he glared at the old monk fiercely, and then took the little monk away.

The little monk wanted to say something, but when he saw the angry appearance of the young monk just now, he was too frightened to speak. Finally, he glanced back at the old monk and was reluctant. He hadn't known this old monk for a long time, but he could feel that this old monk was a good person.

The old monk looked at the little monk, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and nodded at the little monk with a smile, and the little monk nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not, and left.

The old monk has always been at a distance from the team of Bodhi Temple, and the little monk has naturally been put in the front as a group treasure, which is also the reason why the little monk has just disappeared, and the young monks are angry one by one.

On the other hand, on the ruins, the battle between Ye Zhenwu and Fang Qian had already entered a white heat.

"Hahahahaha, Ye Zhenwu, I want to see what other tricks you have, use them all! I'm going to use my iron fist to crush all your tricks in a circle, so that you have no reason to look for them! Fang Qian laughed wildly, one punch was even more fierce than the other.

Crushing Ye Zhenwu's attack to death, Fang Qian's heart was extremely happy at this moment, Ye Zhenwu was so arrogant before, wasn't he suppressed by himself to this point now? Let's be honest and be beaten by yourself!

Ye Zhenwu's face did not change, and he did not reply, although he was very passive. But he didn't suffer much damage, every time Ye Zhenwu made a sword, Fang Qian, this guy would take out seven or eight or ten punches to suppress Ye Zhenwu, Ye Zhenwu also understood that his attack was no match for Fang Qian, and he honestly made a look of being suppressed by Fang Qian.

In the audience, a young man in heavy armor frowned, watching the battle between Fang Qian and Ye Zhenwu, he already had a judgment in his heart.

Beside the heavily armored young man, a woman with a beautiful face keenly noticed the change in the young man, and asked with some concern.

"Tianheng, did you notice something?" Having known this young man for so long, it was very easy for this woman to discover the subtle changes in the youth.

The young man shook his head, looked at Fang Qian, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that this time Fang Qian lost." It's a pity, I thought he could give me some kind of surprise when I saw him so confident, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. The young man sighed in disappointment, originally expecting Fang Qian to be able to defeat this Dao Sect's new True Martial Immortal Monarch to open their eyes, as a result.

Tut-tut, sure enough, they thought too much, even if they were new immortals in Daomen, it was not so simple to be defeated by them, and these immortals were all the faces of Daomen.

"You said Fang Qian would lose? But no, now he is suppressing Ye Zhenwu to the death, how can he lose? "After all, the woman doesn't know about martial arts, it seems that Fang Qian has indeed suppressed Ye Zhenwu, but why would he say that Fang Qian will lose?

The woman said she didn't quite understand.

"If you don't understand, don't be a doppelganger, continue to watch, and when I return to the God of War Capital immediately, I will study hard by myself." The young man didn't explain the meaning of the explanation to the woman, and the woman also felt bored, she didn't speak, and carefully observed the battle between Ye Zhenwu and Fang Qian, she wanted to see why Fang Qian lost.

On the ruins, the two fought fiercely for nearly two hours, which is four hours when converted into time.

Fang Qian let out a loud shout and knocked Ye Zhenwu back to the edge of the ruins with one punch. Panting and wary of Ye Zhenwu.

"This kid's turtle shell is really thick, I haven't broken it for so long, what the hell is this!" Fang Qian whispered, his hands were already extremely swollen, and the four hours of bombardment were about to knock the audience to sleep.

But it didn't hurt Ye Zhenwu at all, Ye Zhenwu's defense is really strong, I originally thought that Zhenwu Xianjun would lose to Ye Zhenwu It was just a play, but now it seems that this is not a play at all, but a dignified battle between Ye Zhenwu and Zhenwu Xianjun, Zhenwu Xianjun really lost in Ye Zhenwu's hands.

Knowing this news, Fang Qian just felt that he had made a very stupid decision, that is, where would the Immortal Monarch of the Dao Sect be defeated by them so easily?

Even if it is Ye Zhenwu, a rookie Immortal Jun who has just been promoted, it is the same, he can't beat it, but there is no way, he is already representing the Bodhi Temple. If you surrender at this time, you can almost say that you have lost the face of the Bodhi Temple, and no matter what, you can't lose the inside of the Bodhi Temple.

Fang Qian has always been bombarding Ye Zhenwu just to be able to find a flaw in Ye Zhenwu, but unfortunately, Ye Zhenwu is like a sealed king, no matter how Fang Qian makes a move on him, he can't break Ye Zhenwu's defense, but instead his hand is swollen.

Fang Qian: I'm embarrassed like this, it's not okay to continue to attack, if I don't make a move, I will be suppressed by Ye Zhenwu, and I will lose face in Bodhi Temple if I surrender.

It's hard.

Han Xiuchen glanced at the angry Divine Fist beside him, looking at Fang Qian, who was slightly embarrassed, and suddenly didn't know why, he just had such an impulse, he wanted to laugh.

"Ahem, Fury Eye Fist, this kid shouldn't have been taught by you, right? How do you play the same way as you? Han Xiuchen patted the shoulder of the angry fist.

The angry eye fist slapped Han Xiuchen's paw away, and his face was a little red, this is a red of shame, there is no mistake, this guy Han Xiuchen is really right. Fang Qian, this kid was really taught by him in Bodhi Temple, but he didn't teach him to fight like this, such a one-brain attack just doesn't know which demon taught you how to accumulate physical strength?

On the ruins, the smoke and dust were billowing up, but suddenly there was a loud bang, which once again stirred up the dust in the sky, and a figure shot into the sky.