As soon as Mo Xiaochuan finished speaking, all the Buddha Source Country cultivators in the treasure hall changed their faces.

"Boy is arrogant, do you really think that there is no one in our Buddha Source Country?" Babur slapped the arm of his chair and shouted angrily.

"If the voice is high, it means that there are people, then there are indeed many people in the Buddha source country. However, this is not the case, even if you think that you Buddha Source has no one?" Mo Xiaochuan finally said sharply.

"Boy, you're mad at me. "Solomon on the side was already a temper tantrum, and he didn't dare to let go of the old madman's fart just now, and he was already panicked in his heart, but now he was stimulated by Mo Xiaochuan, and he flashed, and his golden hand slapped towards Mo Xiaochuan.

"Solomon, you old bastard, do you want to bully the small?" The old beggar was closest to Solomon, and the moment Solomon got up, the old beggar's stinky feet had already kicked in front of him.

Solomon couldn't dodge, and he was about to be kicked by the old man's stinky feet. On one side, Babur slashed at the old beggar's leg with a hand knife. Although the hand knife was condensed from the true element, the cold light was still dazzling. If the old man didn't have any protective powers, this leg might be cut off.

"It's good to come. Babur, you finally can't hold back your shot. The old beggar shouted. I saw that his true yuan was running, and on the leg that was kicked out, a yellow-brown color like oil sludge appeared, and he held the knife like a quagmire. Hand knives are constantly being worn out in the mud.

"Bang" The old beggar's stinky feet kicked Solomon in front of him without hindrance, and his big toe was stuck in Solomon's nostrils.

Solomon didn't know whether it was because of the smelly feet or the pain, and for a while he burst into tears.

The old man smiled and returned to his chair. Solomon looked at him with an annoyed look on his face, but Babur looked calm as if nothing had happened.

Mo Xiaochuan touched his nose and smiled helplessly at the old man's beard.

"Now, boy, who do you want, and who do you want to kill?" said the old beggar, who took out a wet towel out of nowhere, and carefully wiped the big toe that had been inserted into Solomon's nostrils.

Mo Xiaochuan turned his head to look at Yu Zhengqi and found that Yu Zhengqi's wolf-like eyes were staring at a bald old man about sixty years old who was sitting on the side. said word by word: "Ye Beiqiu, but you also came out to fight with me." ”

Ye Beiqiu is now just a mid-stage cultivator of Jindan, and he is the opponent of Yu Zhengqi, who is perfected in Jindan. But in this case, you can't refrain from fighting, after all, everyone is watching. Even if he is not afraid of falling into his own name, he is afraid of weakening the reputation of Mantuo Temple.

"Boy, I was kind enough to let you go, but you didn't know how to be grateful, and even came to make trouble again and again, and now you are leading people to attack Mantuo Temple. You must not be allowed to get away with it today. "What Ye Beiqiu said sounded good, but it was just to give himself courage.

"Thirty years of grudges are now over, and Grandpa Huang's family can rest in peace underground. Yu Zhengqi said that he would strike first, and one move was to defeat the enemy's hidden shadow slash. Hit Ye Beiqiu's right arm. Burdened with the grudges of thirty institutes, how could he allow Ye Beiqiu to die so easily.

"Well, let's let you go and see Old Man Huang's family today. Ye Beiqiu also shouted, the banditry in his bones was fully stimulated, and his luck shattered his shirt, revealing his strong muscles, and on his two arms, each with more than a dozen metal rings. But judging by the color and the momentum it emanates, this ring is not ordinary.

Ye Beiqiu saw that the dagger in Yu Zhengqi's hand was almost on his arm, so he shook his hands, and when he heard a loud sound, the rings on his arms all moved, and they each turned around to protect Ye Beiqiu's arms.

In the blink of an eye, the Hongtu in Yu Zhengqi's hand had touched the ring on Ye Beiqiu's arm. There was no sound of gold and iron resonating, only Ye Beiqiu could be heard screaming. With a "snap", half of Ye Beiqiu's arm fell to the ground with a few rings. Immediately afterwards, there was a chaotic sound of "clang", and the rings on Ye Beiqiu's remaining half of his short arm also slid down and fell to the ground.

Ye Beiqiu held the broken arm with his other hand, sweating profusely in pain, and howling loudly. "Impossible, impossible, how can you cut off my golden ring of Buddha words. ”

How did Ye Beiqiu know that this Hongtu was no longer the same as the Hongtu.

Yu Zhengqi ignored Ye Beiqiu's screams, tightened his hand, and stabbed at Ye Beiqiu's left arm again.

"Sad autumn. One of the three Supreme Elders of Mantuo Temple exclaimed, his body jumped up, and he struck at Yu Zhengqi with a palm from afar.

That old man was in the early stage of cultivation out of the body, and he was not something that the current Yu Zhengqi could resist.

At this time, Mo Xiaochuan moved, and the people in the treasure hall only saw Mo Xiaochuan's figure flashing, and Mo Xiaochuan had already arrived in front of the old man. The same palm is slapped out.

"You dare. ”

"Boy. ”

"If you hurt him, you will be killed. ”

Seeing this, the old beggar, the red devil, and the old madman shouted loudly.

However, as soon as the three of them finished speaking, they saw that the old man was slapped by Mo Xiaochuan and flew back. Mo Xiaochuan was unforgiving, and once again bullied forward, and slapped the old man's chest with two palms in succession, denting the old man's chest. The blood spurted out one mouthful after another.

The other two Taishang elders of Mantuo Temple also jumped out, one caught the old man, and the other attacked Mo Xiaochuan.

Mo Xiaochuan was not afraid, let out a long laugh, his body did not retreat but advanced, facing the attacking Elder Taishang, and it was a punch in the head. Before the fist reached his body, the violent fist wind had already suffocated the Taishang Elder's breathing. The Supreme Elder was shocked in his heart, and forcibly moved a foot to the side, and at this moment, Mo Xiaochuan's fist grazed his nose. The fist style he brought still knocked his nose crooked.

The Supreme Elder staggered back a few steps, and the fear in his heart was self-evident.

At the same time, Ye Beiqiu's screams reached everyone's ears again. Ye Beiqiu's left arm was also cut off by Yu Zhengqi.

"Good boy, it's really powerful, no wonder you can stir up this Buddha source by yourself. No wonder this Buddha source wants to gather the strength of the whole country to besiege you. China has you, it's a great blessing. The old madman saw Mo Xiaochuan's cleanliness. Seriously injuring one person and lightly injuring one person is as easy as eating and drinking. I couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

And the monks such as Buddha Yuanguo had green faces.

Babur, Solomon, and several of the Supreme Elders of the Buddha Source Temple behind him glanced at each other, and each nodded secretly.

(End of chapter)