Huang Zhijun kicked on the incoming foot, only to feel as if he had hit the iron, and the bone immediately broke.

She collapsed to the ground for a moment, and bean-sized sweat rolled down her face.

"What are you still doing in a daze, take him down!"

The person who came was in the fog, and he couldn't see it very clearly, but it was vaguely visible that the other party was wearing the most ordinary novice clothes of Taichang Temple.

A little novice dared to care about her dignified daughter's affairs.

Only Xin Lin heard the sound of Amitabha, his eyelids jumped, and he muttered in his heart, how could this sound sound familiar?

The nurses on the side hurriedly stepped forward and shouted.

"Where did the bald donkey come from! Dare to offend my eldest lady! ”

They rushed forward.

These nursing homes in the Yellow Mansion, in terms of strength alone, are still good, and they are all martial artists.

One of them had ten fingers like hooks, grabbed the shoulder of the person who came with one palm, and twisted it vigorously.

There is wind between the legs, and one sweeps the legs and attacks the opponent's crotch.

There are also people who dig out the heart of a tiger and hit the heart of the person who comes to it, and they are fast and ruthless.

Four or five people rushed up, and the other party was three-headed and six-armed, and it was difficult to parry.

But the palm grabbed the other party's shoulder, but the other party's shoulder was a struggle, and the nursing home only felt a strong attack.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Kara, folded.

Those who hit the heart directly felt that they hit a wall, and an invisible force came back, and their bodies flew straight out like a fallen leaf.

The sneak attacker stepped down, and when he stepped down, the other party did not move.

But when he saw the other party stepping on his feet, the ground suddenly cracked, and the surrounding stone chips flew up, and the stone chips flew out suddenly, hitting the front door of several guards behind him.

The latter screamed and covered his mouth and nose, and immediately blood flowed.

It's just the blink of an eye, and several strong nurses have no power to fight back.

Huang Zhijun was stunned, the fog around him dispersed, and the monk's appearance was exposed in front of everyone.

Huang Zhijun saw the appearance of the little novice clearly.

What a handsome monk.

The monk doesn't look very old, his facial features are handsome, his eyebrows and eyes are flawless, and his whole person seems to be bathed in a layer of golden light.

He was just wearing an ordinary little novice monk's robe, but he didn't hide the nobility on his body at all, as if scolding him would blaspheme him.

"Hey, it's him!"

Xin Lin looked at the person, such an eye-catching handsome monk, not to mention Zixiao City, I am afraid that there is only one such a person in the entire Longteng Kingdom.

Isn't it the imperial monk she met in Ping'an County earlier?

Monk Jun should be the best-looking monk Xin Lin has ever seen, he can still stand up to his appearance without hair, if he wants to be placed in modern times, he is definitely an emperor superstar-level character.

On the ground, several nurses were wailing.

Huang Zhijun's face was also ugly, red and white for a while.

At this time, no matter how domineering Huang Zhijun was, he also saw that this little novice was not simple.

In one breath, he abolished a Xuanwu man, several martial artists, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating, this person's cultivation was only afraid of being above the Xuanwu people.

The young monk turned a blind eye to the wounded, and he paid nine points of attention to the palm of his hand.

On his slender and white hands, there is no string of Buddhist beads today, only a small ant.

The ants fell into the hands of the monk, crawling around, unaware that they had just survived.

Huang Zhijun looked ahead, and the exit of the labyrinth had already appeared.

can see Tai Changqing, and it is worth it for her to be offended.