The old monk looked at the young man's appearance like a fairyland, but his eyes lit up.

In the eyes of the old monk, it seems that the life and death of the young man is no longer important, the important thing is that the young man must have a heavy treasure and have something to earn.

The old monk's eyes were like torches, and he said in a gloomy voice:

"Xiaoyou is just a cultivator of the Three Realms, but he has also cultivated his fist intent and stepped into the ranks of the little martial arts masters."

"The talent is good, not weaker than those disciples of the giant sect."

"It's a pity that the old man has always had a penchant for killing geniuses and demons, and it is only by breaking the bones of Tianjiao that the luck is fast."

"The old monk gives you a chance to hand over the divine soldiers to me, and maybe I can open up to you."

"Directly kill your divine soul, and you don't have to suffer the pain of refining the spirit slave."

Fan Yi just snorted coldly, and had already stepped out first, smashing his fist at the evil monk with a stiff figure.

Fan Yi's speed was as fast as lightning, and he had already approached the old monk in an instant.

Bang!

A punch came out and hit the old monk's lower abdomen without any deviation.

The old monk's rickety body, after being hit by this punch, looked even more rickety.

His body was bent like a prawn, and he slammed straight into the offering table.

The offering table was smashed by him, and even the stone statue behind it was shattered.

The old monk laughed fiercely, and said mockingly:

"The little martial arts master is nothing more than that, he can't beat anyone...!"

The word "gas" has not yet been spoken!

Fan Yi rushed in front of the monk again, and with an iron fist with fist intent, he slammed heavily on the old monk's jaw.

The old monk was hit by this blow, and his whole body was also lifted off the ground by Fan Yi's fist.

Fan Yi punched the old monk in the lower abdomen again.

The back of the old monk is completely embedded in the stone statue.

One punch, two punches, three punches...!

The eighteen punches were uninterrupted, as if thousands of meteors were hitting the monk's internal organs.

Fan Yi retracted his fist and suddenly retreated a few steps back.

"Poof"!

The statue was completely shattered, and the old monk slipped down and sat on the ground.

At this time.

The old monk spread his legs apart and his head drooped to his chest. A stream of red blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth to the ground.

Fan Yi was in a twelve-point spirit, staring at the monk vigilantly.

"Hehe...! Hahahaha......! The old monk first chuckled softly, and finally laughed out loud.

The laughter had completely overshadowed the heavy rain outside the temple gate, and the monk seemed to be crazy.

Fan Yi frowned tightly and waited for the battle!

The old monk slowly raised his hideous face, slowly stood up again, and said jokingly:

"I don't have the strength to beat people, this should be your strongest move."

"Mole ants are ants after all, no matter how powerful the divine soldiers are, they are useless!"

The old monk instantly changed his declining trend and said:

"It's time for me to make a move!"

As soon as the words fell.

In an instant, the old monk disappeared from the same place, Fan Yi secretly said that it was not good, and was about to retreat backwards.

Bang!

Fan Yi's lower abdomen was as if he had been hit with all his head by a hundred-year-old beast, and his entire body flew upside down.

The two wooden doors were smashed by Fan Yi, and his body had already flown out dozens of feet.

When Fan Yi smashed to the ground, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth!

On his body, the energetic operation has become very disordered!

This strange force was so strong that it had already smashed the robe Fan Yi was wearing.

Let Fan Yi have the golden energy protection of Dou Ye.

But the black-scaled python armor worn by Fan Yi was missing a large piece in the lower abdomen.

The old monk's punch just now was so domineering, Rao is quenching the body perfectly, Rao is armor is hard, and it still can't be stopped.

This was just a random blow from the Seven Realms Cultivator with the strength of his physical body.

Thoughts don't flow for a moment.

Fan Yi just stood up, and he hadn't yet put on a fist posture.

Bang! Another punch to!

Fan Yi only felt a chill in his back, and then his body flew forward.

A feeling of fainting pain hit his head straight up.

I don't wait to adjust the breath.

I saw a black shadow constantly changing its position, and smashed into the young man's whole body with a fist.

Eighteen punches!

The old monk was imitating the punch that the young man had just made, and he returned the same amount to the young man.

Seeing Fan Yi fall to the ground, the armor he was wearing had all been shattered.

The young man showed the slightly bulging muscles of half of his body, and his skin was already blue and purple.

The old monk glanced at the young man with contempt in his eyes, and walked towards the young man step by step.

The old monk was already convinced that the young man in front of him had broken his bones.

The old monk was even a little worried, worried that the young man would die on this end.

The matter of refining spirit slaves has to be put back for a while.

This is the strength of the Seven Realms cultivators, not to mention that the opponent is just a junior martial arts master.

Even if Fan Yi was a great martial arts master, his cultivation realm was too low, and he could only be beaten to death by this monk.

Because in the eyes of the great power of cultivation, the strong physique or the fist intent domain field has never been able to compare with the realm of a powerful monk.

A monk of the Seven Realms can reach the point of contemplating the image of the mind, the image is the essence, and the image is also the law of heaven and earth.

Fan Yi lay on his stomach in the muddy water, letting the rain lap his body, and there was no place in his body that did not suffer pain.

Fortunately, it was only flesh and blood damage, and the bones and meridians were not broken, thanks to Xiao Shengdou's quenching method in the past few months.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be beaten into meat sauce by the old monk a long time ago.

The old monk walked slowly in the rainy night, but suddenly stopped.

He was a little shocked by the scene in front of him, the young man was slowly arching his limbs and torso, struggling to stand up.

The old monk secretly looked at it and said to himself:

"This kid is really beaten, not to mention a hundred-year-old bastard, even if it is a two-hundred-year-old bastard beast that has turned into a human form, his whole body should be broken, where can he still move."

The old monk just wanted to see how strong the young man's physique was, so he could figure it out for himself, maybe it would be of great benefit to his own cultivation.

Seeing that the young man really stood up straight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at him steadily.

The old monk laughed and said:

"Xiaoyou's muscles and bones, aren't they made by bastards?"

Fan Yi wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely calm, and said:

"Old dog, hurt me today! Lao Tzu must remember it, and he will definitely kill you in the future! ”

The old monk had an incredible expression on his face and said with a smile:

"Later? Do you think you still have the life to leave here today? ”

The old monk looked hideous, took a step forward, and shouted:

"Too lazy to waste words with you, die!"

That's when it happened.

A huge roulette wheel that was more than a foot long suddenly blocked the old monk's approach.

A round of golden light suddenly shot out from the roulette mirror, enveloping the monk in it.

After the old monk fell into the light curtain of the roulette mirror, he only felt that his body seemed to be stuck in the mud.

The spiritual power of the limbs and bones also became very slow.

The old monk only felt that even his soul trembled a little.

It was as if there was an invisible force that wanted to pull his soul out of the sea of knowledge.

The old monk hurriedly raised his hands and began to form strange handprints.

But at this moment, the golden light curtain disappeared.

Fan Yi disappeared with it.

The old monk scolded secretly: "It's bad, let this kid escape!" ”