"Senior Brother Huicong, Zen Heart Master and Nephew, you can help the two donors up and take care of the injuries......" Master Huikong still said unhurriedly, his body was motionless, and his robe was stirring without wind, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes.

Over there, Monk Huicong and Zen Heart had already helped Wu Feng and Lao Liu, who were paralyzed on the ground, Wu Feng just glanced at the two of them gratefully, and he couldn't say a word in pain.

Master Huikong confronted the masked old Taoist for a moment, and Huikong said again: "Dao Chief, Poor Dao has no intention of being an enemy of you, just wants to save the lives of the two of them, why are you so obsessed, as a person in Buddhism, you can't fight bravely with others, if Dao Chang you continue to be obsessed, the poor monk is not afraid, why don't we go our separate ways, how about peace?" ”

"Hmph" The masked old Dao Yin laughed twice, looked at Master Huikong, opened his mouth and scolded: "The old thief is bald!" Poor Dao said, these two people must be killed, since you want to save them, that is to be the enemy of Poor Dao, what else is there to say, then let's do it, the evil ghost trick of Poor Dao has been waiting impatiently for a long time, and the practice of a few of you old monks is also good, everyone in this evil ghost trick has it, but there is no monk...... Haha......"

After that, the masked old man didn't say a word, he pushed up a palm and slapped it towards Master Huikong's chest, this palm was strong and heavy, and the eyebrows and beard of Master Huikong who carried the wind flew up, Master Huikong's eyes widened, revealing a look of horror, I didn't expect that this masked old man's skill was so profound, he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and he also raised his hand, gathered the long-accumulated internal force on the palm, and fought against the masked old man.

The palms of these two people were on the same page, only making a crisp sound of "pop", and after a while, the surrounding aura was fluctuating, a gust of wind blew on the ground, the leaves rattled, and everyone's clothes were also blown floating, and there was an inexplicable sense of horror in their hearts.

Master Huikong took a step back, his face became flushed, and a blood line overflowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering a lot of shock, just at this time, the great monk Huiming behind him had already been unable to hold it, brandished the Zen staff that was less to say a hundred and ten catties, and shouted, and smashed his head to the top of the masked head, but the masked old Taoist who had just fought with Master Huikong was not affected at all, and raised a hand unhurriedly, and it was very easy to hold the Zen staff of the great monk Huiming, and sneered: " Poor Dao still thinks that you old thieves are so capable, and at this moment you look like a chicken and a dog, and you are clearly here to die! ”

"Phew! The bull's nose is old, the Sprinkle family has long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye, don't brag first, eat a few Zen sticks! ”

Hui Ming said, the muscles of the whole body were tight, two hot breaths erupted from the nostrils, and he struggled to press down the Zen staff in his hand, this Hui Ming monk has a brute force, a hundred or ten catties of Zen staff dancing tiger and tiger wind, this Zen staff is pressed, not to mention the weight of a thousand catties, the masked old way seems to be thin, but there is a strong internal force blessing, but under the weight of this thousand catties, there is also a trace of hard work on the face.

The two of them competed here, and Master Huikong, who had just fought against each other, eased his strength, and immediately waved his Zen staff to fight the masked old way with Huiming.