The fat monk's body was still in mid-air, and Wu Feng had already arrived, that is, at the same time as the seven-star dragon yuan sword landed, Wu Feng slapped the fat monk's chest fiercely, this palm is a feminine palm, a feminine palm that can shatter a thousand catties of boulders, but Wu Feng's strength is only five or six percent, mainly when he controlled the sword just now, it took up a part of the internal force.

Rao is like this, the fat monk's fat body was also shocked by this palm and flew out, and before his body landed, he let out a muffled snort, and suddenly felt a sweet throat, his chest and abdomen rolled for a while, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Then, the fat monk's body fell heavily to the ground, and he rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, and the monk's robe on his back was worn out, revealing a bloody back.

"Helmsman ......"

The seven old Taoists exclaimed in unison, their surprise and worry overflowing, and they all walked towards the fat monk with their peachwood swords.

However, the old Liu Tou, who had been silent, let out a cold snort, took a step forward with the yellow-haired monkey, and said coldly: "What's the matter? Do you want to break the rules of the rivers and lakes and attack them in groups? ”

At this moment, they were still afraid of Lao Liu, and the yellow-haired monkey squatting on his shoulder, just looked at the fat monk from a distance, and the expression on his face was very sad.

After a long pause, the fat monk stood up tremblingly, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, it seems that Wu Feng's palm is really not light, the fat monk is seriously injured, if he hadn't used his true qi to protect his lifeline in advance, it is estimated that he would not be able to stand up at this time.

Wu Feng is not the kind of villain who takes advantage of people's danger, and he did not take the opportunity to attack again with this palm, but stood there like an iron tower, clapped his hands very easily, and looked at the fat monk with mocking eyes.

However, this fat monk still made Wu Feng a little surprised, his feminine palm was already very hot, and he didn't even shoot the fat monk to stand up, which greatly surprised him.

After the fat monk stood up, he reached out and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at Wu Feng, his eyes became cold and ferocious.

"Helmsman...... Helm owner...... Are you seriously injured? An old Taoist asked with concern.

"It's okay, old man, what's the point of this little injury?! It's just a momentary negligence on the part of the old man. The fat monk's mouth was hard, but his heart was like a river overturning the sea, and he couldn't help but wonder; When did such a rising star emerge on the rivers and lakes? The cultivation is so high, the strange tricks are frequent, and the sword technique will be used, if there is such a young man on the rivers and lakes, it would have spread a long time ago, Wu Feng in Xiangxi is still the descendant of Maoshan, and now, the fat monk has begun to doubt whether Wu Feng's identity is true or false.

"What? You weren't heavy enough for that slap just now? Do you want to eat me again? Wu Feng asked casually.

"Haha......" The fat monk suddenly laughed, laughed very arrogantly, and then said after laughing: "Just this little bit of ability, still embarrassed in front of the old man, then the old man will let you see what the real big spell is, the ignorant yellow-haired child, wait to die!" ”

After that, the fat monk hung the string of Buddhist beads around his neck again, grabbed his monk's robe with both hands, and "stabbed" it, tearing the monk's robe into pieces, revealing a body of fat.