Nie Fan's humble words detonated the entire battlefield.

Even with the heart of a fat monk, he couldn't help but get angry: "Little doll, I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, are you so sure that you can win me?"

Unexpectedly, Nie Fan nodded seriously: "It's okay!" With his simple expression, it made the fat monk angry enough.

Feeling the fire in his body, the fat monk also sneered, at first he was still ready to put some water, but now he has no intention of keeping his hand at all: "Little doll, then I will teach you how to respect the teacher!" A white tiger figure behind him looked up to the sky and roared, and as soon as he made a move, he was the Bodhi Temple's trick of subduing demons - Fuhu Jue.

Nie Fan still has that simple appearance: "You are indeed not my opponent. The tone was extremely sincere, and with that honest face, the fat monk's heart soared infinitely.

"Then take me a move!" The fat monk already ignored the fact that the person in front of him was just a junior, and after performing his skills, his toned and majestic figure flickered, and his right fist slammed towards Nie Fan.

Nie Fan's eyes narrowed when he saw this, and the pale golden light flowed all over his body, and the glazed golden body technique was running, but his heart was full of blood! Ever since the glazed golden body technique entered the fourth layer and was able to play a role in battle, Nie Fan had always wanted to find a body refining master to fight and see how far his physical combat power had reached after the glazed golden body technique reached the fourth layer.

And the appearance of the fat monk gave him a chance to taste this wish, so he spoke to anger the other party.

Rumble!

The right arm flowing with pale golden light suddenly met the fat monk's right arm after becoming huge, and the two disproportionate arms slammed together. But it is a performance of parity.

"Okay, Sixth Senior Uncle, since the fight has already started over there, let's start too!" Nangong Yeming said slowly.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged Taoist looked at Nangong Yeming for a long time, and finally asked this question.

"Hehe!" Nangong Yeming smiled lightly when he heard this: "Sixth Senior Uncle, who am I, don't you know after the fight?" I really want to see how big the gap between my final strength and you older generations is in the past few years!"

At this moment, Nangong Yeming is indescribably evil, where is there still the usual harmony.

"Okay, since you want to fight me so much, then I'll do what you want!" and pointed with his hand, the middle-aged Taoist took the lead in attacking. A brilliant sword aura took shape at his fingertips. Suddenly hit Nangong Yeming!

With a wave of the folding fan in his hand to disperse the sword qi that struck, Nangong Yeming walked through the scattered points of light and approached the middle-aged Taoist on the opposite side: "Sixth Uncle, this is not right! I still want to ask you for a lesson or two! You have disappointed me so much." How can you bear it. ”

Between words. The folding fan in his hand was already pointing towards the middle-aged Taoist below.

With the advent of this blow. The middle-aged Taoist's originally calm face finally changed: "Who are you?" asked this sentence again, but his mood was completely different, and he found that under the blow of the other party. The void around him was completely locked, giving him a feeling that he couldn't escape.

In the field of vision, the small folding fan continued to grow larger, turning into a huge fan shadow and falling towards the middle-aged Taoist, Nangong Yeming's voice became a little ethereal: "Sixth Uncle, don't think so much, as long as the battle is over, then you will be able to know who I am!"

"Hmph, open it for me!" The middle-aged Taoist roared angrily, a long sword appeared in his hand, and the cultivation of the worldly realm of the heavy heaven all exploded, completely breaking through the strange confinement, and attacking Nangong Yeming with a sword in his hand: "No matter who you are, since you call me Sixth Senior Uncle, then I have the obligation to teach you to respect your elders!"

"Oh, then I'm going to ask the sixth uncle for a few more advice!" Nangong Yeming chuckled, his right hand opened and closed continuously, facing the middle-aged Taoist, and for a while, the sword qi on the battlefield of the two was horizontal, and the sword chanted constantly.

Another battlefield.

Nie Fan, who was covered with pale golden brilliance, had lost that simple face at this moment: "Fat monk, just like this, I can't teach me how to respect my teacher, show a little real ability!"

"Wow, yes, yes!" The fat monk roared angrily, he really couldn't stand the anger of Nie Fan's serious face, and roared again, and the phantom of the green dragon behind him flashed: "Descend the dragon!"

The fat monk's already inhuman figure skyrocketed again, breaking through the ceiling of the inn, turning into a three-zhang tall figure, and striking at Nie Fan with his right fist.

"It's a good time!" Nie Fan's eyes flashed, his qi and blood swelled, and the extreme pale golden brilliance converged on his right hand, and he struck towards a fist that was bigger than others above: "Drink!"

"Bang!"

With a bang, the entire inn exploded, and Nangong Yeming, the middle-aged Taoist and others on the side suddenly retreated, avoiding the aftermath of the battle between the two.

"Monk Peng, you give me to be careful, use such a great force, aren't you afraid of beating that kid to a cripple?" The middle-aged Taoist roared angrily, the most important thing is that it is estimated that the whole city knows that the two of them are bullying children here!

"Sixth Uncle, you should care more about yourself!"

The middle-aged Taoist heard that the junior's hairs tightened, but Nangong Yeming didn't know when he suddenly came behind him, and pointed towards his vest, and the extremely dramatic energy had already torn through his protective armor before he was ready.

"Drink!"

At the moment of crisis, I saw the middle-aged Taoist turn around and make a sword, which was just on the top of the folding fan, and the sword qi exploded, splitting the folding fan into confetti.

"Hmph!" Nangong Yeming took off his hand, snorted coldly, his right hand became a sword finger, and invisible fluctuations echoed in the void around him: "Sixth uncle, my nephew likes this folding fan very much, and afterwards, you have to compensate me!"

The battle here is gradually heating up, and the battle is also rapidly heating up over there!

was angrily reprimanded by the middle-aged Taoist, Monk Peng also regretted a little, he shouldn't have been so provoked by that kid, and used all his strength, after all, he was still a child, and he was still a simple child, he was wondering if he was doing this a little too much!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, among the collapsed ruins, a figure surrounded by a pale golden luster slowly walked out, and the steady pace showed that the owner didn't seem to have received any damage!

This! How is this possible! What kind of body refining technique is that!

Not to mention Monk Peng's surprise, the innkeeper on the side was extremely calm.

Let's fight! Let's fight! The bigger the fight, the better, anyway, in the end, the city lord's mansion will give compensation, the more fierce you fight, the better! The more you destroy, the more compensation I get! The innkeeper's eyes are already full of golden light! (To be continued......)