Seeing this scene, the three low-level monks unanimously locked their eyes on the monk who held the fan, which clearly meant to say, are you still cutting corners?

This injustice in the heart of the fan monk? He directly cried and said, "Why do you look at me like this? I swear I didn't cut corners just now, I did the best I could? ”

Although the monk who held the fan had put on an expression of wanting to cry, and cursed and swore to defend himself, it had no effect at all, after all, this matter was too unbelievable, how could there be a Jindan monk who couldn't break a Xuantie bell with one blow? Therefore, the other three monks all believed that it was the fan monk who did not exert his full strength in order to save spirit stones.

has been misunderstood again and again by others, but he has no strong words to justify, after all, the facts are here, and what he says is unconvincing. In the distrustful gaze of the three of them, the fan-holding monk finally became angry, and simply stopped talking nonsense, and directly launched attacks again and again on the big iron bell controlled by Xiao Si.

In an earth-shattering explosion, the big iron bell was knocked away again and again, and the dark iron on the outside was shattered and burned red like rain. After several successive times, the appearance of the big iron bell was beaten down by a layer more than a zhang thick, not to mention that millions of catties of dark iron were knocked off. But that's it, and I still can't do anything about this thing.

You must know that the dark iron accumulated by Xiao Si over the years is calculated in millions, piled up like a mountain, all of which are pasted on the appearance of the big iron bell. And now it's just been knocked out by more than a zhang, which is really nothing.

And just when the fan-holding monk took out the power of milk and desperately bombarded the big iron bell with the five spells of earth and fire. Xiao Si was very leisurely drinking the tea brewed by the Five Elements essence water in his own space, and at the same time, he also had the leisure to roast eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade to eat. At this time, although he was no longer in danger and had long since lost the embarrassment he had just now, he was still wearing the pitiful robe torn into strips, and he didn't even bother to wipe the dust off his face. He just wanted to return to the mountain with this picture, so that Shi Boqing Chengzi would know how hard he fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.

Compared with the idleness of the little four, the four monks were almost miserable. After the fan monk fired seven or eight shots in succession, there was no need for him to explain, and the other three monks could see that he must have done his best. After all, the five spells of earth and fire are too valuable, and if they can solve it with one shot, who wants to bombard so many cannons? The cannons fired by the fan monk added up to nearly a million spirit stones, which was enough for him to buy a few good high-grade magic weapons, which could definitely be called a heavy loss. In this case, it is obviously impossible for him to hide any strength.

Seeing this, the red-clothed monk was first surprised and said, "Senior brother, isn't the situation right?" After so many cannons, let alone a tattered Xuantie bell, it is a serious magic weapon, but I am afraid that it will be broken by you, right? Why doesn't it have anything to do with it? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?" The fan monk said angrily: "It's all this time, you should always understand that I'm not lazy, right?" It's not that I don't contribute to my brother, it's really this big iron bell of this dead fat man who is too strong! ”

"What's going on?" The guy riding the golden eagle exclaimed, "That doesn't make sense? ”

"There is no doubt that this big bell must be greasy! It's just that we can't guess for a while! The monk riding the leopard suddenly turned his face and asked, "Senior brother, how many Earth Fire Five Spells do you still have?" ”

"It's not much, I lost a lot of money in the last battle, and I didn't have time to replenish it, and I almost finished it all just now!" The monk said in distress.

"Then you better save it, I look at this posture, no matter how much it hits, it's like this!" The red-clothed monk suddenly said: "By the way, you see, that dead fat man has never seen anyone, will he have been killed by the eldest brother?" Now it's just that the primordial spirit is attached to it and flies? ”

"Definitely not, his realm is so low, the Yuan Shen is weak and pitiful, if the body is killed by the five spells of earth and fire, there will definitely be no Yuan Shen left. Moreover, the magic weapon attached to the primordial spirit of the innate monk, if it was hit like this, it would also shatter the primordial spirit. And you look at that clock, the flight is extremely smooth, and the speed is very fast, almost catching up with the low-level flying sword, this is obviously caused by someone controlling it, and the person who controls it is stable and full of true energy, otherwise this situation will definitely not occur! "Fan monk.

"But what about the dead fat man?" The monk riding a leopard asked.

"Maybe it's hidden under the big iron bell!" The fan monk guessed.

"Isn't that right? In that case, the roar of the five spell explosions would be enough to stun him to death. The red-clothed friar said, "Why don't you not suffer any injuries at all?" ”

"Maybe he has another treasure to protect his body!" The fan-holding monk suddenly said: "A person who can use the five spells in the innate realm, and can also come up with a magic weapon to defend against such a perverted Great Iron Bell, it is not surprising that there are a few powerful body protection treasures!" ”

"This guy has so many high-level treasures, and he can also use five spells, shouldn't we have offended the precious grandson of a certain Yuanying-level elder in Half Moon Mountain Villa?" The monk riding the golden eagle said with some horror.

"Definitely not, if it's the grandson of the Yuanying Monk of Half Moon Mountain Villa, I don't know how famous it is, we must have heard of it!" The red-clothed monk said, "Besides, such big people are all doing penance in the mountains, how can they come to such a place where birds don't to be what kind of watchman?" ”

"Even if it's the kids of big shots, there's no way back for us! He killed the master's own son, and we killed him again, and we have already formed a great feud, if we can't kill him today, and he sends the news back to Xingyueguan, then we will be in big trouble! The fan-holding monk said solemnly.

"But that dead fat man is nowhere to be seen, and we can't do anything about his tortoise shell, how can this be good?" The red-clothed nun said anxiously.

"Let's go together, no one should hide their secrets, hit under that bell, I guess he's hiding there! In short, you must force that dead fat man out! The fan-holding monk glared.

"Yes! Big brother! When the other three monks heard this, their faces immediately turned pale, and then they took out their flying sword magic weapons again and attacked the big iron bell together.

As the fan monk spoke, he also took out a flying sword, and then shouted, "Everyone, more than half an hour has passed, we have chased him for thousands of miles, and this place is only about two thousand miles away from the Xingyue Temple, you may meet the people of the Xingyue Temple at any time, you know what the consequences are, anyway, time waits for no one, give me all my life!" As he spoke, the fan-holding monk grinned and rushed towards the big iron bell.