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Wang Fangsheng jumped back and forth and slapped Hu Han with two palms, which can really be described as one go. It all happened between the lights and the fire.

More than ninety percent of the people in the bluestone square of Xiguang Temple only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they didn't see how Wang Fangsheng made a move at all. Even Feng Li only saw half of it clearly, and he really didn't see how he made a move.

But they all felt that Hu Han would be slapped away by Wang Fangsheng's two palms, or seriously injured.

It must be that Wang Fangsheng's strength when he punched Furen Song was so strong. Fu Rensong and Hu Han are equally famous, and their strength is similar. Two palms are definitely better than one punch.

In their opinion, even if Hu Han didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

Wang Fangsheng's two palms with all his strength were definitely enough for Hu Han to drink a pot. This is what everyone thinks in their hearts, just waiting to see the final result.

However, what made everyone feel unbelievable, Hu Han forced Wang Fangsheng's two palms and didn't have any. He stood there with dignity, but his face was full of shock.

Everyone couldn't help but let out an exclamation of "ah". The truth was beyond their expectations. Hu Han didn't have anything to do. Could it be that he is much higher than Fu Rensong's cultivation strength?

Chen Junjie smiled and patted Wang Fangsheng, who was still trying to hug Wan Mier's waist, "You kid did a good job." ”

Wang Fangsheng subconsciously looked at Hu Han, who was still shocked, and stretched out his hand to take Wan Mi'er into his arms domineeringly, "Master, if you can't even guess your thoughts." Is the kid still qualified to be your apprentice?"

Chen Junjie smiled and nodded.

Wang Fangsheng let go of the charming girl who had just been embraced in his arms, and arched his hand to Hu Han, "The kid's skills are not as good as you." Shame, shame. Senior Hu smiled. ”

Hu Han snorted coldly and shouted: "Hu's skills are not as good as others, and he has nothing to say." But you ......."

Chen Junjie flashed around, jumped up to Hu Han at once, and interrupted him: "Brother Hu." What do you want?"

Hu Han was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile, and clasped his fists and said, "Emperor Jie, I am very affectionate!"

Although Chen Junjie did not say it explicitly, he also secretly pointed out that Hu Han should focus on the overall situation. Right now, the biggest enemy in the Heavenly Realm is the Asura clan, not the infighting between the various sects.

Hu Han said and put aside the people from all sects and factions who were still surrounding the old monk who had no chance, and walked to the master with a cold snort.

In fact, there is no need for Hu Han to pull at all. As soon as he stepped forward, those people all involuntarily backed away and gave way. Hu Han's prestige is also absolutely loud in the heavenly realm.

Hu Han walked up to the monk who had no chance, buried his head deeply but didn't say anything.

In fact, Hu Han didn't have to say anything at all. He believed that his master must know what had just happened.

Wang Fang was born menacing, but his two palms were empty, and there was no substantial attack power at all. He was definitely merciful to Hu Han. Otherwise, with his powerful attack power with Lei Yang's glove, how could Hu Han be so easy?

Even if you don't die, you'll be seriously injured!

Although Wang Fangsheng is only a small traffic policeman, he can be exceptionally included in the chief disciple by Chen Junjie, so he naturally has his advantages.

Chen Junjie was reluctant to do it himself, and let his apprentice do it. No matter how stupid Wang Fangsheng was, he understood his master's intentions, and he didn't really want to embarrass Hu Han at all.

The master's intention was very simple, to borrow his own hand to give Hu Han a step down. Regarding this point, Wang Fangsheng's heart is like a mirror.

Although the strength of the Arhats of the Eighteen Guardian Temple is strong, Chen Junjie is jealous. But he really didn't take them seriously yet. It really didn't work, and it caused a fire to burn down Xiguang Temple.

However, now that the Heavenly Realm is in turmoil, Chen Junjie doesn't want to make too many enemies. If you really fight hard with Xiguang Temple, the final result is that no one can get a bargain if you lose both.

What's more, Hu Han's responsibility for his wife and children made Chen Junjie look at him differently and have a good impression of him.

So, Chen Junjie backed down and let Wang Fangsheng make a move.

Moreover, Wang Fangsheng looks extremely fierce, but he has nothing to show for it.

When everyone didn't know why, the monk stopped chanting and opened his eyes, "Amitabha." The ...... of the Jie Di donor"

Chen Junjie drank angrily and lost the monk. For this old bald head, he still has a grudge, and he still hasn't figured out why the other party is an asura clan member at one time, and a human at the other.

"Jie Di is Jie Di, and the donor is the donor. There are words, there are farts. Don't play zen, don't talk nonsense. ”

The monk who had no chance shouted the Buddha name and fled to Chen Junjie.

The old monk said again with a zen machine: "Follow like a shadow." There must be a shadow, and there must be a shadow. The shadows are inseparable. I am the form, and he is the shadow. He is the shadow, and I am the form. The monk is for him, and he is the monk. ”

Yuan Wenyao really pouted on the side, and didn't understand what the monk wanted to say for a long time.

Chen Junjie nodded thoughtfully, "Then you can call him out." The Asura clan is evil, and the heavenly realm must not tolerate it. ”

When the mortal monks of Huaxia flew to the heavenly realm, Chen Junjie learned some Buddhism with the other party in order to restrain the demon god. At the moment, he immediately guessed that the monk had a hard time and had something to say.

The monk sang the Buddha horn again and again, and squinted his eyes and began to hum the scriptures.

Everyone couldn't figure out the situation as if the second monk was confused, and looked at Chen Junjie from the east to the right of the monk.

Yuan Wenyao shouted directly, sacrificed the Kunyue sword and angrily pointed at the monk and shouted: "Old bald head, can you not ink? ”

The monk still squinted his eyes and chanted the scriptures there, completely ignoring Yuan Wenyao.

Yuan Wenyao lost his temper suddenly, and stabbed at the monk with the Kunyue Sword and scolded: "Give the old bald donkey with a shameless face." The old lady will kill you first. ”

In her opinion, the monk has not yet cleared the suspicion that he is an asura.

How can the wickedness of a foreign race be tolerated?

The eighteen Arhats behind the monk who had no chance to protect the temple shouted out one word in unison, "Om!"

The majestic Buddhist talisman gathered a golden "swastika" character and hit Yuan Wenyao in the chest.

Yuan Wenyao subconsciously retracted his sword, opened his mouth and burst out with a word, "Get out!"

In the next second, Yuan Wenyao's face changed gloomily and he took a few steps back. Chen Junjie dodged and moved, holding her up, and the pure wood mana was instilled.

On the other hand, the eighteen temple protectors all looked shocked and took two steps back.

The power of Yuan Wenyao's soul was far stronger than that of the eighteen of them joining forces.

Chen Junjie laughed, "Fang Sheng, beat them up." ”

"Haole!" Wang Fangsheng dodged and moved, swinging his fist and slashing his legs to jump into the middle of the Arhats of the Eighteen Guardian Temple.

"Arhat Formation!" the eighteen Arhats let out an angry shout. Eighteen people retreated one after another, and the wooden sticks in their hands whirred and waved.

Immediately afterwards, nine up and nine down, eighteen people folded into two layers and surrounded Wang Fangsheng.

The nine sticks were horizontal and the nine sticks were oblique, all exuding the majesty of the golden Buddha Gang and facing Wang Fangsheng domineeringly.

Wang Fangsheng smiled, turned his face to look at Chen Junjie, who was holding Yuan Wenyao, and asked loudly, "Can the master kill people?"

Although his words were relaxed, the cold sweat on his back was already oozing. The strength shown by the Arhats of the Eighteen Guardian Temples is definitely not something he can deal with.

However, Wang Fangsheng is confident that as long as he fights hard, he will be able to pull ten or eight bald monks on his back. He is afraid of death, but many years of actual combat in Infinite Paradise have cultivated his fierce concept of killing one without losing two and earning one.

Not only Wang Fangsheng is like this, but the entire Mengjie Army also has the same concept.

"Beat them all over the ground to find teeth!" Chen Junjie said coldly, hugged Yuan Wenyao and took a few steps back.

At this moment, Fu Rensong shouted violently and brandished the dim glaive knife at Wang Fangsheng and cut it down.

"Ahh

Seeing that Wang Fangsheng's brain melon seeds were about to be invoiced.

I saw Wang Fangsheng tilt his head slightly, and the ten thousand heads of the half-moon-shaped glaive knife slashed on his shoulder.

Boom!

Wang Fangsheng shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the menacing Glaive Knife was shaken out with a metallic sound.

Fu Rensong exclaimed "ah", and the glaive knife rolled backwards and flew away. He took several steps back, along with himself.

In the next second, Wang Fangsheng flashed, his fists flashed with purple-red light, and he smashed towards the Arhat of the Eighteen Expansion Temple at an extremely fast speed.

Eighteen long sticks covered with the true gangs of Buddhism were swung towards Wang Fangsheng almost at the same time.

At this moment, Chen Junjie flashed and moved. For the safety of his apprentice's life, he had to take action. In the face of the Arhats of the Eighteen Guardian Temples, he was sure that he would win. What's more, Wang Fangsheng?

The Sky Devouring Sword flashed with a turquoise glow. In the blink of an eye, the Sky Devouring Sword instantly glowed with a dark light of demonic energy.

Chen Junjie stabbed the Sky Devouring Sword into the crack of the bluestone strip two feet away from the monk's feet.

The Sky Devouring Sword "buzzed" with a sword roar, and the dark demonic energy instantly spread and overflowed.

It was as if the air around him had dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Amitabha!" The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and with the chanting of a Buddha horn, the rich demonic qi overflowing from the Sky Devouring Sword instantly disappeared.

Wang Fangsheng had already sacrificed the black tassel spear and was about to start killing. The sudden change made him stunned, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Chen Junjie.

Chen Junjie shook his head slightly at Wang Fangsheng, signaling him to be restless for the time being.

"Jiedi, don't be impulsive. ”

The monk didn't move, but the person flashed in front of Chen Junjie like a ghost.

Chen Junjie's heart froze, and he looked at the monk who had no chance, "Call him out." ”

The monk who had no reason to sing the Buddha's horn again and again, and then nodded solemnly, "That's it, that's it." ”

After being glanced at by the unfortunate monk, Hu Han nodded knowingly, turned around and walked towards the door. While walking, he looked at his wife and son with great sadness, and sighed lightly in his heart.

Yuan Wenyao jumped out, pointed at the monk and shouted: "Dead old bald donkey, don't give the old lady an explanation today." The old lady killed all the monks in your temple. As she spoke, she angrily sacrificed the Sun-Shooting Bow.