The fist roared.

The surging power of the Crimson Dao Intent flowed above the fist body.

Chen Changan felt an undisguised killing intent, and Pan Mingkui's punch was actually going to kill him.

Pan Mingkui's eyes flashed with a crazy light, and his fist was facing Chen Changan's face, wanting to try to blow his head directly.

As far as he is concerned, Chen Changan is just an ordinary disciple of the Beihai Sword Pavilion, if he kills him, he will kill him, and even if the people from the Beihai Sword Pavilion want to come to find trouble, he can just find someone to take the blame for him.

Anyway, he felt that no matter what he did, his father would take care of the aftermath.

"Humph!"

Chen Changan's eyes were cold, since he had murderous intent against him, there was no need for him to be polite.

The Ghostless Sword instantly appeared in his left hand, and his body turned.

Zheng!

A white sword light illuminated the antechamber of Kunbaoju.

With a muffled sound, Pan Mingkui's right arm that slammed towards Chen Changan was actually cut off in response, blood splattered, and the broken arm flew into the air, crossing a not graceful arc and falling to the ground.

The power of the sword qi exploded, shaking Pan Mingkui to the point of staggering backwards.

He only felt a cold shoulder, and his whole arm was unconscious, and when he looked down, he saw that his right arm had been neatly cut along the shoulder, and blood was gushing outward at the mouth of the blood.

It was then that a sharp pain came from his shoulder.

"Ah——!h

Pan Mingkui stumbled and did not stand firmly, and fell directly to the ground, his face was pale, and he let out a scream like killing a pig.

The cultivators who had been attracted to watch all around were stunned when they saw this.

"Oh my God, Pan Mingkui's arm was actually cut off!"

"Who is this young man who dares to come to Kunbaoju to be so ruthless to Pan Mingkui?"

"He's finished, Pan Mingkui's father is the outer gate elder of the Kunlun Daomen, and Elder Pan Pan is a well-known spoiled son, if he knows that his beloved son has been cut off by someone in Kunbaoju, I'm afraid he will be chopped into meat paste!"

Everyone looked at Chen Changan with surprised eyes and discussed in a low voice.

In the same instant.

The two Divine Cultivation Realm guards behind Pan Mingkui also changed their faces greatly, and they looked at Chen Changan in great anger, and said in unison.

"You're looking for death!"

When the words fell, their figures flashed, and they all pulled out their long swords, condensing two sword qi, one red and one blue, and slashed towards Chen Changan.

Chen Changan's pupils condensed slightly, and then the Wuyun Sword in his hand was slightly raised, and the Wuzhi Sword Intent was instantly urged, and a white sword qi shot out from the pitch-black blade.

The white sword qi collided with the red and blue sword qi.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

A terrifying wave of air swept out, and the aftermath turned into a gust of wind that rippled around, blowing everyone's robes into a hunting sound.

Chen Changan did not retreat.

The two cultivators of the Divine Cultivation Realm took a step back at the same time.

They glanced at each other, both of them seeing a look of shock in each other's eyes.

They were all sword path cultivators in the realm of cultivating gods, and the sword qi released just now not only fused with Dao intent, but also used all the sword moves of the Kunlun Dao Sect that they had learned from Elder Pan Pan.

However, even so, he was still repelled by a sword from the young young man in front of him.

Who the hell is he?

The eyes of the two revealed a solemn look, and they clenched the long swords in their hands one after another, and the spiritual power on their bodies was running to the extreme.

Wang Chuyuan, who was beside Pan Mingkui, trembled when he saw this scene, and hurriedly bent down to help Pan Mingkui, who was howling in pain on the ground, to three zhang away, and after making sure that Chen Changan would not make a move on him, he said to the brother with the broken arm beside him: "Brother Pan, don't worry, I have an elixir!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a jade bottle from the storage ring.

Pour out the elixir, crush it and sprinkle it on Pan Mingkui's severed arm.

The elixir in this jade bottle can treat external injuries, but the most important thing is to relieve pain.

The pill powder fell on the broken part of Pan Mingkui's shoulder, instantly calming his body that was almost spasmodic in pain.

The two exposed women on one side, who were originally brought by Pan Mingkui, were so frightened that their legs went weak at this moment, and they carefully touched the door of Kunbao Pavilion.

They just came for Pan Mingkui's money, and they didn't have any friendship with him, so there was no need to stay here at all.

"Who dares to make trouble in my Kunbaoju?"

At this moment, a deep man's voice came from the back of Kunbaoju.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a middle-aged man in a gold-threaded python robe stepping forward, this man was about thirty-four years old, with a rough face and majestic eyes.

"Pan Hai, the second steward of Kunbaoju!" someone exclaimed the name of the middle-aged man.

"Isn't he Pan Mingkui's uncle?"

"This boy is finished!"

The crowd around whispered.

At this time, Pan Mingkui, who was stopped by the pill to stop the pain, looked at Pan Hai, his face was already a handful of snot and tears, and said: "Second uncle, help, that kid cut off one of my arms, you kill him!"

Pan Hai looked at Pan Mingkui's shoulder where he lost his arm, and then looked at the blood on the ground, and his face became gloomy.

His gaze finally fell on Chen Chang'an, who was not far away, "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Chen Changan said lightly: "He wants to kill me, I only cut off one of his arms, he took a big advantage!"

Pan Hai's eyes froze, and a coercion of the Divine Cultivation Extreme Realm poured out of his body, his eyes widened frighteningly, and said, "He wants to kill you, but he has already killed you, since you are not dead, why dare you cut off his arm?"

Pan Hai's voice was as cold as 10,000-year-old ice.

When Chen Changan heard this, he smiled coldly and said, "What a crooked reason, don't you have to wait for me to be killed and turned into a tragic soul before I can fight back?"

When Pan Hai heard this, his rough face was instantly covered with frost, and anger flowed in his eyes, "No matter what, you broke my nephew's arm, and today I will break your arms, abolish all your cultivation, and let you know that not everyone can come to Kunbaoju to be presumptuous!"

"Second uncle, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him directly, chop him into meat puree and feed him to the dogs!" Pan Mingkui on one side stared at Chen Changan with a resentful face, his voice was full of deep hatred.

Pan Hai didn't reply, but in his body, the spiritual power was already working.

The coercion of the Divine Cultivation Extreme Realm came out from above his body, slapping and crushing towards Chen Changan like a wolf in the deep sea.

Chen Changan's eyes froze, and he clenched the Shadowless Sword in his hand.

If this Pan Hai wants to do it, he doesn't mind trying his sword edge with him.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a solemn and peaceful voice quietly sounded.

The voice was a man's voice, but it sounded like a spring breeze.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a young monk coming outside the gate of Kunbaoju at some point.

This monk is wearing a clean yellow monk's robe, with delicate facial features, fair skin, and a pair of water-cut eyes, and his appearance is much better than that of many women.

When some of the female monks in the crowd saw this, their eyes couldn't help but light up, and they exclaimed, "What a beautiful monk!"

"What a beautiful monk, he is a Zen son of Wuzen Temple!" A practitioner instantly recognized the identity of the yellow-robed monk.

"Aren't all old-fashioned bald donkeys in Wuzen Temple, how can there be such a good-looking monk. ”

"You dare to say that the holy monks of Wuzen Temple, one of the four transcendent forces, are bald donkeys, be careful that they knock your head like a wooden fish!"

There was a lot of talking.

Wu Chan smiled at them, folded his hands, performed a Buddha salute, and then took a step forward, walked up to Chen Changan, and said, "Chen Gongzi, we meet again?"

Chen Changan's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "The master's demeanor is still the same!"

Wu Chan's eyes moved, "How is Gongzi Chen lately?"

Chen Changan's eyes rolled, "It's not good!"

Wu Chan smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to Pan Hai on the side, and said, "This Chen Gongzi is a friend of the little monk, can Mr. Pan give the little monk a face?"

Pan Hai's face was calm, he was just a steward of Kunbaoju, if he was asked to offend Wu Chan, then he couldn't help but be a little offended, after all, he was the Zen of Wuchan Temple, and behind him was Wuchan Temple, one of the four transcendent forces, but if it was because of Zenzi's face, and regardless of his nephew being cut off by someone, it would be too ugly to hear.

"Pan Hai respects Zenzi, but this matter is about my nephew, I must not let it go, and please don't interfere with Zenzi!" Pan Hai took a deep breath and said coldly.

Pan Mingkui on the side also said viciously when he saw this: "That's right, he must die today!"

Wu Chan didn't pay attention to Pan Mingkui's words, still looked at Pan Hai, and said, "If Mr. Pan insists on doing it, the little monk's bowl may have to be taken out and beaten today!"

Wu Zen's voice was calm, and his clear eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

His voice was beautiful, even threatening.

When Pan Hai heard this, his rough face showed an ugly look, this Zen is the top ten young talents in the Yunzhou Qingyun Book, not to mention that as a descendant of Wuchan Temple, one of the four transcendent forces, how powerful the Buddhist inheritance is, even if it is his cultivation, it is definitely far beyond the realm of cultivating gods.

If this Zen man wants to stand up for Chen Changan today, then he really can't help the other party.

Whether it is the force behind it, or the strength on the body.

"Don't you think it's against the Zen of Buddhism?" Pan Hai said in a calm voice.

"I don't think so!"

Wu Chan opened his mouth lightly, his left hand was gently raised in front of him, and said: "The Buddhist scriptures say that the cultivation of the mind should be based on the purification of the mind, and the cultivation of the Tao should be based on selflessness. The past, the past, the mind, can not be remembered, the present, the present, just follow the fate, the future, the future, the future, why bother, Mr. Pan, why cling to what has already happened, and then create evil consequences?"

Pan Hai gritted his teeth, he knew that he would never be able to talk about Buddhism and Zen with the Zen people of Wuzen Temple.

"Zen really wants to stand up for him today?" Pan Hai stared at Wu Chan with dead eyes, and said.

"Amitabha!" Zen just bowed his head and whispered the Buddha's name.

If there is no answer, it is the best answer.

The air seemed to stand still for a moment.

There was a dead silence all around, and there was a silent heaviness hidden in the silence.

Just when everyone thought that the matter was going to be over, Pan Mingkui on one side looked at the direction outside the door of Kunbaoju, opened his mouth with a sad face, and shouted.

"Daddy!"