Seeing this disciple who was caught in his hands, a familiar bronze bell phantom appeared above his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

Then, he grabbed one of the inner disciple's legs, lifted him into the air, lifted it up like a sandbag, and then slammed it to the ground. A punch was blasted out, and with the power of the countershock, a punch was blasted out again.

After repeating this several times, the monk was unscathed under the protection of the "Vajra Talisman". He glanced at the bronze bell above the disciple on duty.

"Sure enough, it's you, old man, it looks like we're going to get together again, but I'm not the same person I used to be, I'm going to give you a new chance to let you know how good I am."

Zhan Wuji couldn't help but sigh.

He stepped on the phantom of the bronze bell with one foot, stopped the monk, and then activated the spiritual power in his body to pour all the cultivation that had reached the ninth level into his fist.

Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, raised his fist, and used his strength to suck the milk, and bombarded it wildly.

A loud "clang" sound came from the phantom of the bell, and the surface of the bronze bell was covered with circles of ripples, which began to become blurred and shaking.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...... Ten punches, one hundred punches......

As Zhan Wuji blasted out more than a hundred punches in a row, the phantom of the bell finally made a "click" sound, began to crack, and finally shattered.

It is said that it can withstand the attack of any monk, that is, the 'Golden Bell Jar' that the bandit leader Jia Nixian regarded as a treasure, but was smashed to pieces by Zhan Wuji's punch.

I have taken out all my hole cards, but the opponent is still so relaxed, so direct, so violent.

The rotation disciple never dreamed that one day, he would be so miserable, being trampled on by the other party's foot, beaten fat, and even the only defensive talisman left on his body was crushed by the other party.

The other party didn't use any powerful treasures, nor did he use any amazing exercises, not even a piece of rune paper, just naked with his two small fists.

The repeated attacks did not make these monks on duty give up resistance completely, and when they saw their bronze bells shattered, they were all startled by this scene, but these monks of the Great Gate Sect still had a lot of backbone.

Suddenly, he struggled to get up, but with a wave of his hand, more than ten runes appeared in his hand, and the spiritual qi in his body was about to be urged.

However, Zhan Wuji did not stop after breaking the bronze bell, he knew very well that it was better to use the remaining strength on the blade, rather than on the blade, on the blade.

Moreover, Old Man Zhan also told them that they must not stop until they confirm that the other party has no strength to fight back.

Then, he stepped out, and the broken sole of his foot fell heavily on the monk's chest, and the monk let out a scream, his breathing was a little disordered, and the spiritual power in his hand also collapsed.

He stopped the monk from urging the talisman, and then slapped his palm on the monk's two wrists, only to hear a "crackling" sound, and the monk's two palms were immediately distorted.

The monk guarding the door let out a terrible scream, his arms were broken in an instant, his hands were not under his control, he trembled involuntarily, and the spirit talisman that had been clutched tightly in his hand also fell to the ground.

After abolishing the cultivation of those disciples on duty, Zhan Wuji punched and punched again, beating all those disciples on duty and crying, and those who spoke unpleasantly were even beaten by Zhan Wuji, breaking all their teeth, and their lips were swollen like sausages.

After defeating the disciple, he reached out and grabbed the disciple's throat again, and with the strength of his arms, he directly lifted the disciple from the ground.

"Right now! You think I can't do anything about you? The predecessors of the Hall of Merit? Zhan Wuji said as he brought the disciple on duty to his side.

How could those few on duty easily admit defeat? He immediately turned his head sideways and said nothing. However, he had some doubts in his heart, he had been fighting with that little thing for so long, why didn't the two people around him make any moves?

If Rod has the advantage, they just sit on the sidelines, so why didn't Rhodes and Serek make a move?

Although this demon is terrifying, there is no need to be afraid, even if it is three people together, it is not impossible to win, why stand still?

This disciple on duty, who was beaten by Zhan Wuji, has now had both hands smashed and his body is even more swollen, and he has no ability to resist at all, he is puzzled, the two people on his side actually watched him take such a fat beating, and the two people on his side actually watched like this, and he was naturally very unhappy in his heart.

When you get cheap, you sell well, and when you take advantage of it, you rush up in a swarm, and now others come to the door, but you stand aside like a coward. What a jerk! This girl really doesn't know how to lift!

In fact, he still misunderstood the other two monks on duty, and when Zhan Wuji's punch shattered his defenses and knocked him to the ground, the two monks immediately realized that something was wrong, and with words in their mouths, one after another spiritual power arrows shot towards Zhan Wuji, wanting to attack Wei and save Zhao.

I'm afraid that my attack strength is not strong enough to stop Zhan Wuji. The two chief disciples, after casting the spell, took out several spirit runes, and at the same time urged, overwhelming the spirit runes, overwhelmingly smashing towards Zhan Wuji.

He works hard and he works hard.

However, with so much magic, it didn't even fall on Zhan Wuji's body once.

Slender palms poked out of the void, grabbed the attacks, and squeezed them hard.

Those spells that were supposed to be powerful and consumed a lot of runes to cast had no effect at all in front of that little hand, and could only let out a miserable scream, emitting dazzling green smoke, and disappeared like fireworks.

Clusters of flames exploded, and the more than ten moves performed by the two rotating monks were all blocked, and they didn't even touch a single move.

That's right! Right!

There were two people next to the person who was beaten, but don't forget, there was another person next to that person! This time, there were fifteen, not to mention the combat effectiveness, just the number of people, it was already far more than the others.

Sixteen Zhan Wuji, each of them has the same strength, just one person is enough to crush everyone, let alone fifteen.

Find someone to help, and he won't be afraid. Together, one-on-one, bastards are not afraid!

The battle Wuji and the others next to him are still worried about how to make a move, but it is also a sect, sixteen to one, it would be too embarrassing.