Mu Hanyan actually couldn't help it, she didn't know what level of divine priest the power contained in this fireball was equivalent to, and what kind of magic could be cast, but Sikong Qinglan threw her so many pamphlets, except for this fireball, she had no other tricks. Oriental Reading Network

Seeing Long Wudang being blown away by this terrifying fireball, Long Wudang's gang of followers were all dumbfounded and stayed in place.

Mu Hanyan was not in a daze, although after a few drills, her fire control magic technique became more and more proficient, and finally cast this amazing fireball, but the spiritual power accumulated in her body was also exhausted, if Long Wudang was relieved, she would no longer have the strength to resist.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you! This truth, Miss Mu has already gained the essence.

"Bang" muffled sound, Long Wudang had already slammed to the ground, only to feel dizzy and his eyes were full of stars, and before he could wake up, Mu Hanyan had already rushed to his side, rolled up his sleeves, and crackled with punches and kicks.

"Didn't you just say what's wrong with bullying us? I'll tell you what's wrong, it's nothing, we're bullying back. Mu Hanyan took the time to mock while fighting.

The spiritual power is exhausted, but she still has martial arts skills, and she has pure strength that is not weaker than the ninth order of a swordsman, and she is just as handy when she moves her fists and feet.

Although since there were a few gold medal fighters in Huayue Zirong, Miss Mu has rarely done this with people, but under the influence of her ears and eyes, her experience is still unusually rich, and her tricky shots and ruthless attacks are still not ordinary people.

Soon, in front of the ruined temple, the screams of Long Wudang's ghost crying wolf sounded.

"Stop, stop, you dare to beat up the son of Wudang!" Seeing the ferocity of Mu Hanyan's attack, the group of followers only felt numbness in their backs, but they still rushed forward, and several priest magic with different lights also blasted towards Mu Hanyan's back at the same time.

Suddenly, a figure rushed to the scene, carrying a large stone slab like a turtle's shell. Those few priest magic slammed into the stone slab like a stone sinking into the sea, and it didn't even set off the slightest ripple.

"Hahahaha, it's exactly what I thought. With a smug laugh, Ling Baobao had already lifted the big turtle shell. With a bang, the five-short follower had been smashed to the ground, and two nosebleeds rushed to the sky.

"It's noisy, it's noisy, and I don't want anyone to sleep. Immediately, the angry voice of the little rui beast sounded, only to see a streamer flash, a thump sound, and the crowd of followers who had gathered around fell to the ground.

Just like this, it was obviously not possible to vent the anger of the little beast, and the little guy jumped and jumped, facing the few followers who had not yet understood what was going on.

Ling Baobao also rolled up his sleeves, held the turtle shell, and happily joined the battle group. Don't look at this guy's strength, but as soon as he moves, he is also extremely experienced, every punch and kick falls on the part that is not fatal but the most sensitive to pain, and when he rises, he raises the turtle shell and smashes it without a head or brain.

As a result, wails outside the temple door came and went, and Long Wudang and the gang of followers he brought were beaten and crawled, all with blue noses and swollen faces like pig's heads, if it weren't for the cloud patterns embroidered on the sacrificial robes, they would almost be unable to tell who was who.

Looking at the violent two people and a pig, An Xiaxin and the others were already stunned, or rather, frightened, with their mouths slightly open, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

"These two guys, where did you find them?" After a long time, An Xia Xin rubbed her eyes and asked Sikong Qinglan a little blankly.

Sikong Qinglan shook his head, he didn't expect that this would be the result in the end. This Mu Hanyan, this Ling Baobao, by the way, and that little piglet, is really too tough, too fierce, too violent!

He likes, though!!

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