Han Baiyi, who was immersed in the pain at the moment when his head was pressed into the floor, somehow, Yongzhen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Look at her gentle face, bright eyes, delicate red lips.

Then whisper to yourself:

"Anyway...... Be sure to come back alive. ”

"!!"

The nightmare woke up instantly.

Han Baiyi jumped up and jumped to his feet, and slammed the long hand and hundred feet in his hand into the ground.

The strength is so great that it even makes the old face of others' reckless and reckless fall a little more abstract.

Gus stood next to him, his eyelids jumping.

Did he take the wrong medicine?

Han Baiyi had red eyes, and he was called a grievance in his heart.

He said how he was so unlucky!

I died twice in less than an hour after going up the mountain!

And the deaths are inexplicable.

At first, he thought that it might be Miyazaki's old thief 800 foreshadowing that harmed him.

Now that I think about it, Yongzhen has such a flat little chest, and he has set a big FLAG for himself, who can stand this?

Lao Tzu went back alive, how can you marry me?

Han Baiyi suddenly paused when he thought of this.

I was inexplicably grateful to Miss Yongzhen.

Thankfully, she didn't say much at the time.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gus looked at him with a frown.

From the very beginning, this guy behaved strangely.

"It's fine."

Han Baiyi took two deep breaths, looked up at the door in front of him, and calmed down.

Looking at the door in front of him that was pushed open by the two of them, Han Baiyi looked at Gus beside him seriously:

"The old man inside is very powerful, although there is only one person, but you have to be careful."

Gus's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Didn't you just say you didn't know what's inside?"

Han Baiyi didn't have the heart to explain this to him, maybe this time he would die for a second, rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily:

"I just remembered."

Gus gave him a deep look, but he still listened and pulled the big sword off his back, ready to go.

Han Baiyi didn't dare to be as careless as in the previous round, and pulled out the door to open the door, covering his pupils with a pale white spiritual machine, cautiously.

After all, it was a death once.

That kind of power and speed has long been deeply engraved in his heart.

It's just that although he still feels irritable about the last abrupt death in his heart, Han Baiyi's rational instinct makes him unconsciously think about the words of the green-robed old monk.

'Master Xianfeng...... Fake. ’

In other words, the last time I saw the Venerable Master of the Purple Cloth Immortal Peak in the Bodhisattva Valley, is it real? ’

What's the difference? ’

'Why distinguish the true from the fake?' ’

Since he thinks that I, the Dragon Yin Guard, will not be resurrected, and he has the confidence to kill me, then he should not deceive me in this matter. ’

'So, who created a fake Immortal Peak Master?' ’

'Who is that guy in the mouth of the false master?' ’

Although Han Baiyi did get through the wolf many, many times, he suddenly found that the players who stood in the identity position of 'wolf' could really not get much information about the plot world.

In addition to being able to know that the final boss of the wolf world is probably the cherry dragon who lives in the fairy town, the rest is all rare and incomplete information, and they can only guess to find out the plot.

What's even more uncomfortable is that because the wolf's game freedom is low, he can only choose the opposite camp of Ashina, and the ending is only fixed four, so many side plots seem a little clueless.

This makes it difficult to get the exact context.

For example, why did the Senfeng Temple, which was supposed to protect the famous place of Reed, become the infamous Xianfeng Laboratory? Why did the energetic ninja group 'Ranbozhong' of Senfeng Temple become the 'rat' that everyone shouted at in the land of Ashina?

There are many, many questions in my head, but I don't have time to say them.

His eyes were full of pale white spiritual power, and his whole body was wrapped in white thunder and lightning, emitting a continuous stinging and static sound.

Suddenly, Gus around him seemed to be sucked by the pure white lightning.

Peng –

The footsteps landed on the ground, and the cyan slate exploded with a bang, leaving several deep cracks in place.

The legs and feet are as laborious as stepping in the pool just by stepping on water, the habitually raised tip of the door opener cuts through the air, the electric straight ponytail forms a straight line under the pressure of air resistance, the abdomen is close to the knee raised when running wildly, and the upper body is pressed down tightly.

Pointing forward at the tip of the knife, Han Baiyi's whole person was like facing a huge current, dividing the flood and breaking the waves.

"Oooooooooo......oo

The Fake Master pretended to deliberately show off his acting skills in front of the two, probably to show his sadness for the tragic experience of the son of Change.

But his originally extremely slow voice, in Han Baiyi's ears at this time, it was like a five-dollar stall wireless earphone machine on the video smooth 360p, and the sound of every frame was full of noise and stuttering.

The spirit wrapped around his eyes, blocking the pressure of the air on the eyeballs, and making his nervous reactions barely synchronize with the speed of his body.

The wind blows the candles in the Buddha hall,

Green Lantern Ancient Buddha.

But the green-robed old monk in front of the Buddha is more and more demonic and treacherous.

Although Gus behind him roared and rushed forward with his sword, his slow speed was basically negligible in Han Baiyi's eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the old monk.

The tip of the knife almost pierced his neck.

The monk suddenly smiled weirdly.

"Soon."

"But not fast enough."

The voice didn't come out, but Han Baiyi understood the shape of his mouth.

At the moment when Han Baiyi stabbed the door open, the old monk suddenly shook, his body was low, his steps were bent, and his body was arched, stretching hard.

In Han Baiyi's pale white pupils, the spiritual power quickly climbed.

Boom –

There was a violent vibration in my ears.

Without the slightest warning, the old monk, who was almost curled up in a ball, suddenly stepped on the ground, the bluestone floor under his feet shattered inch by inch, and the stones splashed up in the spiritual explosion as if they had lost their gravity, and one foot seemed to be stepping on the water.

The huge reaction force brings speed and strength beyond the limit, the body is facing Han Baiyi, and the whole body leaps up like an upside-down golden hook, obviously resisting gravity, but the speed is so fast that it makes people feel a sense of contradiction like time and space.

There was a fluctuating white wave of air in his feet, and there was an irresistible sharp sound in his ears.

Almost a sonic boom.

Han Baiyi responded calmly, deflecting the blade to make a forward cut, and the blade was pointed straight at the knee.

The old monk reacted very quickly, his hands were in the air to support the ground, and the whole person immediately jumped three points higher, and happened to fly along the top of Han Baiyi's head, and the majestic inertia flew far away with his dry body, his footsteps rubbed on the ground and almost burst into flames, and the soles of his feet rubbed and smoked.

Gus's eyes widened, and he was optimistic about the old monk's landing early, and the big sword swept by.

The old monk was not in a hurry.

With a twist of his body, his left elbow was slightly raised, and he slammed into the hilt of Gus's greatsword, making the blade two points higher, and his body just drilled through the gap.

The momentum in the hand is raised, and only one action becomes a posture.

【King Kong Combo Fist: Hum Ha Shape】

Exhale and make a sound.

"Hmph."

Step forward, the foot becomes a bow, the strength starts from the ground, passes the waist, twists the back, enters the arm, and opens and closes with a fist.

'Boom-'

It was obviously a body that was almost rotten, and it rushed against Gus along the invisible force, but it was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, booming.

Gus can be called invulnerable iron armor, under the old monk's withered and thin fist arm, it is actually concave like a devastation, the iron armor creaks, and the thickest and hardest breastplate of the entire armor is even worse than a piece of paper in front of this punch.

Gus vomited a mouthful of blood.

Han Baiyi's eyes were about to split, and Bai Lei stimulated his muscles to twist his body and was about to rush in the direction of the two.

However, how could the old monk let him disturb, the essence of Xianfeng Temple's bow and punch is that one punch is faster than one punch.

In the blink of an eye, Gus's already deformed breastplate was hit three times, each louder than the other.

Han Baiyi's speed, which can be called lightning, seemed so slow in this second.

"Hah!"

As the old monk fell down the iron mountain for the last time, Gus's whole person flew out with that transparent strength, and dozens of catties of big swords swirled into the ground, and Gus spurted a mouthful of blood in his mouth, along with countless fragments of internal organs.

Turning around, he slapped the black knife chopped by Han Baiyi with one palm, and with a leg under his feet, his big arm leaned closely, and Han Baiyi suddenly rolled and flew out.

The wrist holding the knife was twisted into a twist under that lean.

Basically, it doesn't work.

Seeing this, the old monk did not rush forward and turned out to be two.

Instead, he patted the monk's robe leisurely, and his voice was completely different from the previous hoarse and slow.

It was an old woman's voice.

"The taste of the dragon yin on your body is already very weak, how did you pick up the immortal slash?"

"Is it the water of change?"

"How did you hear about me?"

"Even if the girl doll escaped from me back then, there should be only one breath left before leaving, and it is impossible to tell anyone about it."

As she spoke, the old nun stepped forward and grabbed Han Baiyi's neck, jamming him so that he couldn't exhale.

There was no expression on his face, which had lost muscle and skin, but his tone was full of doubt.

"Tell me, who told you that?"

Han Baiyi didn't care about what she said, his right hand was curled into a twist that was about to hurt him, and he was about to open the system panel to read a file, when a progress bar suddenly appeared in front of him.

【Senfeng Temple Boxing: 1.5%】