For Zhou Daoran's temper, Monk Zongru has a deep understanding, once he Zhou Daoran decided that the eight horses can't pull back, whoever disagrees, who is in a hurry, just because of his stubborn temper, his senior brother Zhang Daoxing didn't say much about him.

Now that Zhou Daoran had already spoken, Monk Zongru also broke off the idea of stepping forward, but stood obediently in the back, watching the duel between Zhou Daoran and He Mao Baoxian.

He Mao Baoxian looked at Zhou Daoran covering his stomach and bending his knees, and couldn't help but mock: "What, I just made a move, can't you do it?"

When Zhou Daoran heard this, he immediately wiped his mouth with his wrist and said disdainfully: "Heh, your fist just now is really fast, but unfortunately you don't have much strength, you learned it from a woman!"

"I hope you'll be able to laugh for a while." After He Mao Baoxian said this, the casualness in his eyes disappeared, and he was replaced by fierceness and sensitivity.

When Zhou Daoran saw this scene, he also knew that it was He Mao Baoxian who began to get serious, so he immediately began to pay full attention to He Mao Baoxian's every move, so as not to appear again when he was hit before he could punch.

said that it was too late, and Zhou Daoran immediately saw a black shadow suddenly flash out from He Mao Baoxian's side, and hit him directly at the door.

Seeing this, Zhou Daoran immediately waved his arms to block this black shadow, and then only a muffled sound was heard, and Zhou Daoran's arms just responded to the next black shadow????. When the black shadow stopped, Zhou Daoran found out that this black shadow turned out to be He Mao Baoxian's left arm, but before Zhou Daoran could think about it, He Mao Baoxian's other arm came one after another, hitting Zhou Daoran's lower abdomen just injured again.

For a while, Zhou Daoran's mouth was wide open, his eyes bulged out and covered with all kinds of bloodshots.

However, even if Zhou Daoran was hit again, he did not cover his stomach and bend his knees again, but took this opportunity, his arms were folded forward, and his two hands immediately grabbed He Mao Baoxian's left arm, and then a Tai Chi right finch tail, intending to move He Mao Baoxian's whole person back and forth.

But it was just that Zhou Daoran did his best to pull He Mao Baoxian's whole person backwards, and he found that it was difficult to move it even further.

Like a tall pillar, Kamo is hard to shake.

As soon as He Mao Baoxian saw Zhou Daoran's face, his face showed a surprised expression, and the corners of his mouth immediately showed a hint of mockery, and he immediately dragged Zhou Daoran forward towards his position.

Zhou Daoran didn't expect that He Mao Baoxian had such a great power, but he knew very well that he would never be dragged by He Mao Baoxian, because once he was dragged over and lost the initiative, then he would only be more passive in the future.

For this reason, Zhou Daoran immediately stopped his waist and dismounted, and firmly took a horse step on the ground.

Sure enough, after Zhou Daoran got off the horse, when He Mao Baoxian pulled him, he obviously felt a little difficult.

Zhou Daoran didn't dare to pause at all, for fear that He Mao Baoxian would seize the gap and launch another attack on him, so Zhou Daoran hurriedly clenched his palms into a fist and attacked He Mao Baoxian's armpit ribs.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, He Mao Baoxian didn't expect Zhou Daoran's reaction to be so fast, and while preventing himself from pulling, he could also free up his hands to attack himself.

Seeing Zhou Daoran's punch, he hit He Mao Baoxian's armpit ribs hard.

For a while, He Mao Baoxian couldn't help but let go of the big hand that was holding Zhou Daoran, and at the same time reached out to gently soften the position of his ribs, and it could be seen that Zhou Daoran's blow really made He Mao Baoxian feel pain.

When Zhou Daoran saw this scene, his heart immediately made up his mind, although He Mao's speed and strength were beyond ordinary people, but the weak parts of his body were still there, and this was Zhou Daoran's next chance to turn defeat into victory.

Zhou Daoran didn't care about the pain in his lower abdomen, so he immediately lowered his body and rushed forward with his fist towards He Mao Baoxian.

I saw Zhou Daoran's punch unusually broken, either towards He Mao Baoxian's chest and abdomen, or according to He Mao Baoxian's jaw, or straight to the sides of He Mao Baoxian's head.

For a while, the two immediately scuffled together, during which He Mao Baoxian was faster than Zhou Daoran, so Zhou Daoran did not eat He Mao Baoxian's fist.

Despite this, Zhou Daoran still didn't dare to relax, and he didn't check the extent of his injuries, he just swung his fist at He Mao Baoxian, wanting to take advantage of this breath to beat He Mao Baoxian.

After this round, Zhou Daoran had a lot of bruises on his face and body, and He Mao Baoxian didn't see any injuries on the surface, but his slightly bent legs and sweat-soaked forehead showed that he was not having a good time.

After this round, He Mao Baoxian immediately pretended to be indifferent, and started a psychological war with Zhou Daoran: "What, is that what you can do, you have punched, but I haven't contributed yet!"

"Yes, are you okay, are you okay, what are you sweating, what are you doing against the wall, come on, do it again, I'll see how long you can last." Zhou Daoran was not to be outdone, and shouted directly with He Mao Baoxian.

Suddenly, when He Mao Baoxian looked at Zhou Daoran, the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a strange smile.

Just when Zhou Daoran was curious about this, He Mao Baoxian didn't wait for him to think about it, and he had already rushed towards Zhou Daoran, and Zhou Daoran also clenched his fists and rushed forward in response to He Mao Baoxian.

Seeing that Zhou Daoran and He Mao Baoxian were inseparable, Monk Zongru was anxious, because according to this form, the possibility of Zhou Daoran's defeat was very high.

However, Zhou Daoran did not allow himself to interfere, which is called how good is Monk Zongru.

Just when Monk Zongru was worried about this, a strange cold suddenly came from behind him, and the hairs on Monk Zongru's back stood on end.

Monk Zongru felt something in his heart and didn't dare to slack off, so he turned around immediately without saying a word, only to see that Ye Feng and the three of them walked behind him at some point, and together they put on an attack posture.

Monk Zongru was shocked when he saw this scene, looking at the appearance of the three of them, it was obviously a manifestation of being scared by the green ghost again.

But the three of them obviously have a talisman drawn by Zhou Daoran on their foreheads to deter Xiaoxiao, and there is a circle of demons around them, how did the Qing Ghost run in?

Seeing this, Monk Zongru immediately looked at the eyes of the sky, leaned over and glanced at Ye Feng's original lying position, only to see that the ground was full of cyan phantoms, as for the cyan phantoms in the house at this time, there were obviously more than ten or twenty fewer than just now.

Seeing this, Monk Zongru realized that He Mao Baoxian had just said that accepting the duel with Zhou Daoran was actually just a false flicker.

The real purpose was to attract the attention of him and Zhou Daoran, so that those intimidating ghosts could forcibly break through the protection set by Monk Zongru and Zhou Daoran regardless of their injuries.

Seeing this, Monk Zongru had to admire He Mao Baoxian's mind and scheming, and he actually calculated so clearly that he took him and Zhou Daoran by the nose and turned the two of them around.

At the same time, Monk Zongru also began to doubt the true identity of those cyan phantoms.

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