Poke, slash, pick, stab, sweep, turn, Mo Zhan continuous normal attacks, no release skills.

The little monk flipped his palm, and the two instantly became a ball, but there was no explosion of skills.

The short fight made Huang Yin see two more points,

The monk's Buddha light is the top three stages, although the heavenly realm is not called so, but in the algorithm of the netherworld, the monk is exactly this rank.

Also, Mo Zhan wants to lose.

It's not that he doesn't want to put his skills, but he is suppressed by the little monk and has no chance to put them;

Even if it is a beginner-level skill, the strength running is short, and Mo Zhan can't release it at this time, to be precise, he shouldn't dare to put it.

This is like a tug-of-war, the monk is like a fat man, the fat man puts all his weight on the rope, Mo Zhan can barely support it by relying on his strength, but he can't do anything else, because as long as there is a slight unload, the balance will be broken in an instant.

What's more, the fat man is only using his weight now, and he hasn't really exerted his strength, and Mo Zhan is under unprecedented pressure.

Huang Yin swung his hands sideways, obviously, he was about to use the Flame Strobe Void to cut into the battle, but he couldn't cast it directly, because he had to wait, wait for the most suitable time, because although the two of them were just ordinary attacks, they were already almost to the point where it was difficult for outsiders to intervene.

Waiting, continuing to wait, Huang Yin calmed down and carefully observed the battle situation,

Just then, there was movement below.

The Three Ghost Kings who were slapped into the ground suddenly rushed out, and the Sen Sen ghost qi flew to this side.

"Fix it yourself. A reminder from Wu Feng came from afar.

Huang Yin ignored it, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Mo Zhan and the little monk, the ghost king, especially the newly formed ghost king, had the same strength rank as Huang Yin, and he was also about a high-level level, so he was not without a threat to him.

But at this moment, Huang Yin suddenly aimed at the bottom, and the flame strobe was released.

Boom!

The flames squirted, and Huang Yin flashed, followed by a regular combo, Purgatory Shackles.

The hand accurately grabbed the throat of a certain male ghost king, and the chain of flames instantly wound and tied.

Before the power of the flame strobe was unloaded, Huang Yin rotated in place several times in the air and threw it.

The ghost king was like a bundled bomb and flew towards the little monk above.

Yes, Huang Yin is not easy to cut into the battle, so it is easy to be injured by the two of them, but it is perfect to use the irrelevant ghost king to affect the balance.

I saw that the little monk who didn't do his best, and the Buddha light around him immediately shook Mo Zhan away, and then turned his hand and slapped it on the ghost king's head.

"Ahh

A Buddha light burst out, a golden straight line.

Thundered!

The Ghost King was slapped into the ground again, and this time, it was not the hard stone of the Netherworld, but the dirt, and a human-shaped pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

Looking at the power of this move, the monk obviously used all his strength.

His eyes were on Huang Yin, and the monk was taken aback.

In front of the left hand frame, the right hand is in a gun position, and the fingertips are white.

Precision strikes.

Huang Yin dropped several invisible flames on the ghost king just now.

Bang!

White flames hit.

The little monk Buddha light shone, the figure was blurred, and under the light, he began to fly all over the field, and the white flame also chased his right hand all the way, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Mo Zhan, these two goods are handed over to you, I will come to that bald man, and this female ghost will help me keep a living. ”

Mo Zhan's brows tightened, and he was depressed.

Mo Zhan rushed out to deal with the ghost king, but he couldn't concentrate.

I'll come to that bald man.

Huang Yin's words just now hurt Mo Zhan's self-esteem a little.

Yes, he lost the battle with the little monk, but he didn't think he would definitely lose.

In battle, there is no absolute win or loss, he doesn't want to give up like this, but think about it from another angle, who doesn't grow from life and death again and again?

Thinking about it further, I am the top stage, you are the top stage, I am so much stronger than you, I can't deal with the opponent, can you deal with it?

Well, even if you can deal with it, do you mean that you are better than me by doing this? In front of my three partners in Muyun Village, is this considered a deliberate loss of face for me?

Mo Zhan was entangled in his heart, very entangled, the good impression that Huang Yin had just given him was being consumed little by little at this time.

"Mo Zhan, be serious. Huang Yin's voice came from afar.

"I know. Mo Zhan's tone didn't become very good.

He was already unhappy in his heart, but when he heard that it was Huang Yin's instructions, he was even more unhappy.

Who is going to listen to you? Who are you?

Manipulating the war spear in his hand, Mo Zhan's attack continued to twist and pinch, and even deliberately attacked the female ghost king confessed by Huang Yin with high injuries to vent his dissatisfaction.

He was born in the small village of Muyun Village, he is simple, he is ignorant, his vision is not high, but he also has his own bottom line, and he also has his own things that he can't give up, at this time, he is like a deserter, in the face of battle, fled to the safest place on the battlefield, which makes him feel very ashamed, shameless and shameless.

And the person who gave him orders just now was like pulling his cheek and beating him and making him obedient, is he a fool?

Don't fight, shame, don't submit.

A battle spear poked out, a fighting spirit of mid-level skills, thunder.

The thunder roared, and under a thunderbolt, the female ghost king was pierced through the abdomen by a spear, and after letting out a scream, she flew upside down and hit the stone wall.

Mo Zhan vented his anger and glared at the male ghost king.

I saw that the male ghost king's body was shocked, and he was startled by Mo Zhan's eyes.

At this time, a calm tone in the distance said in a very light voice,

"We are a team. ”

Mo Zhan was stunned, then turned his head.

I saw a man, his hands resisting a palm that was much stronger than him, his eyes also looked this way, and after finding that he was looking at him, he nodded heavily.

I don't know why, when he saw the man's gaze, Mo Zhan instantly understood everything, and his heart suddenly felt some remorse.

Yes, Mo Zhan heard it very clearly, team.

This man sees himself and himself as a team, an inseparable existence on the battlefield.

He's not trying to save face, he's not deliberately pretending to be 13, he's not trying to prove how good he is, he's just going to contain the most difficult opponent, let himself solve the easy opponent as quickly as possible, and then help him, go to fight together, it's just that, it's that simple.

Mo Zhan remorseful, really remorseful, others treat each other with sincerity, what do you think blindly? To misunderstand his kindness like this.

Fighting spirit intermediate skills, dragon tour Qiankun.

The three thunder dragons roared, and they all rushed towards the male ghost king, and in an instant, they burned black.

The thunder dragon didn't stop, and one of the dragons turned around, turned around and rushed towards the little monk.

"I'm coming. Mo Zhan shouted in a firm tone.

"Okay, take down this hypocritical bald man in the heavenly realm. Huang Yin said.

Fighting spirit intermediate skills, tiger roaring in the sky.

A huge Baiyan tiger was slapped out by Huang Yin's palms, and three dragons and one tiger roared and rushed out.

The monk's brows tightened, his hands folded, and the Buddha's light flashed.

Golden bell jar Buddha cover.

Clang!!!

A Buddha bell rang, melodious.

The little monk was surrounded by Buddha light and formed a golden cover, blocking the attack of the two.

Thunder and fire collided, colliding with fierce light effects, and the little monk was buried deep in it.

The light faded, and the monk looked up to see that there was no trace of two people in front of him.

Shocked, he turned around and saw that Huang Yin was already approaching behind him at this time, followed by a punch.

Although it was sudden, the little monk's reaction was also extremely fast, and he hurriedly raised his palm, but above his head, thunder was rolling, Mo Zhan's war spear fell from the sky, and a thunderbolt penetrated, fighting spirit mid-level skills, thunder.

"Demons, evil is invincible. The little monk roared, as if he was struggling helplessly.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was an explosion underground, countless dirt waves were raised, and a golden light shot at the three of them.

Then, a huge golden light Buddha hand grabbed it, and its fingertips contained extremely strong power, pinching it towards Huang Yin and Mo Zhan.

Oops, too late to avoid.

Huang Yin, who was restrained by the little monk, and Mo Zhan, who couldn't release his skills and recruit him, suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Poof!

It seems to be...

Listening to the faint voice, Huang Yin felt familiar, and raised his eyes to look.

Excalibur devours the sun, unsheathed.

Wu Feng had frost on half of his body, and a sword slashed at the Buddha's hand.

Bang! Bang!

Various explosions exploded around the Dementor Tree, the ice condensed rapidly, and the temperature dropped dramatically.

In just an instant, the 10,000-year-old ice under the devouring sun froze the entire sinkhole.

"Retreat. Wu Feng said.

Huang Yin Mo Zhan comprehended, and his strength accelerated and flew back to the sinkhole.

Just landed.

The ice shattered, and a Buddha light flew out, and when the little monk saw it, he also followed the Buddha's light and stopped next to the sinkhole.

"Master Wu Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time. An old monk with willow eyebrows and a long beard said to Wu Feng.

"It turned out to be you, bald donkey. Wu Feng said angrily.

"Master Wu, I said goodbye in a hurry, can you come unharmed?" said the old monk.

"I haven't changed much, but you're a lot older. Wu Feng said with a slight sneer.

The old monk shook his head and said, "Master Wu has demonic roots, and he will do more good deeds in the future to atone for his sins." ”

"You don't have to worry about it, if it's okay, let's take your apprentice away. Wu Feng took out the appearance of the master and immediately issued an eviction order.

"Amitabha. The old monk said, really took the little monk and left, but when he passed by Huang Yin, he still stopped.

"Donor, you don't look like you're from the Netherworld, turn back as soon as possible. The old monk suddenly cared about Huang Yin again.

Huang Yin smiled and said disapprerovingly: "Master, some people don't like to be on the shore, because the water can be freer. ”

The old monk shook his head again, and left without saying anything, obviously accustomed to not getting a satisfactory answer to such persuasion.

Seeing the figures of the two monks drifting away, Huang Yin asked, "Who is the old monk?" ”

At this time, the little monk also asked a sentence with the same meaning.

Not only Wu Feng, but the old monk's answer was also the same two words.

"Bastard. ”