Yuan Hao originally thought that the Holy Sect would be respectful to Miss Mozhu, and would never be ruthless, and Dorje, as a senior master, would make a move on such a little girl as her, so he would make a move, so it would be a surprise, and the black stroke was halfway through, and the hot palm had already been hit.

At first glance, the scorching palm is transformed into boiling heat energy by exquisite internal force, and its momentum and power are incomparable to ordinary Dao qi and horse dust. Dao Qi and internal force, the two are extremely similar, but they are one outside and one inside, the martial artist extracts "Dao Qi" and uses it, firstly, it is intended to be for those who have not yet learned "internal force", and the martial artist who does not rush to the two realms, and secondly, when the internal force is exhausted, when the Dao Qi can be extracted and the internal force is restored, this is the function of Dao Qi.

The realm of the executor is attached, so he cannot truly integrate the Dao of Heaven, self-transform the Dao Qi, and use internal force;

Dorje used his internal strength to fight against Miss Mozhu, which was already extremely disadvantageous to Miss Mozhu. At the moment, the black stroke has not been completed, and the hot palm comes quickly and urgently, and it is impossible to avoid it at all.

I saw that the power of the scorching palm hit the black stroke, and the black stroke made a loud noise, turning into a pool of black water again. Dorje snorted softly, and his palm exerted another force, and the stars flew away in the black water.

Miss Mozhu screamed, spat blood, and the whole person shook backwards, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground softly. The pen in his hand seemed to be unable to withstand the force of the palm, and with a snap, it broke in half in response.

Yuan Hao was shocked, hurriedly rushed up to help, and said, "You, are you okay?"

Seeing that Miss Mozhu's face was pale, and her thin eyebrows were faintly painful, she nodded slightly, touched her hand to the side, and lifted the pen ten, seeing that the pen was broken in half, and her originally pale face was even more bloodless, she exclaimed, "Ah! He was stunned for a while, as if he felt heartache, his eyes were red, and he sobbed and choked.

Yuan Hao saw her crying, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, for some reason, he remembered that Qu Ningsheng was pushed to the bottom of the cliff by John.

Miss Mozhu's martial arts skills had already surprised Yuan Hao, and then she saw that she used strange techniques to resist Dorje's scorching palm with black strokes, and she was even more shocked and unsure that she was surprised and surprised in her heart, and I just hoped that she could win. But now, I saw that Miss Mozhu was injured by the strength of her palm, and the pen shaft was broken, and a stubborn aura hidden in the depths of her chest actually rose up and burst out.

Yuan Hao gently put down Miss Mozhu, picked up the black mallet, glared at Dorje, and scolded angrily: "Grandpa Turtle's stinky monk, the eighteenth generation of your Holy Sect ancestor, as an elder, you hurt a girl's family, what kind of monk is it, what kind of Holy Sect is it! Hmph, you still dare to call it a saint like this? I think you still call it "Leftover Sect" from now on, and you are not worthy of the holy word of that sage! From now on, it will be called Leftover, that is good!"

He thought to himself that Miss Mozhu was injured by the palm force in order to protect her own safety, if it weren't for this, she would have arrived home safely and reunited with her family who had not seen her for more than half a month, and she would not have faced the situation of being arrested and returned to the Holy Sect. At the moment, the guilt filled his chest, angry and sad, angry that he let a girl's family protect his own safety, sad that he was powerless, and really taught this stinky monk a lesson for Miss Mozhu.

Dorje's eyes were fixed on the black mallet for a moment, slightly stunned, but when he heard Yuan Hao's insult to the Holy Sect, his hot palm was hot again, and the red light of his left palm was brilliant, which was extremely terrifying. He sneered, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and said, "What a flamboy! I don't dare to kill that ink bamboo, you, there is no reason why the old man should not kill him. The left palm circled, and the hot energy flowed outward, bursting with dazzling firelight, and suddenly, the light shone all around, dispelling the night, and the earth was bright and visible.

Yuan Hao gritted his teeth, thinking that when the two of them were fighting, he had a small amount of Dao Qi, but even if he had Dao Qi in his body, even if he had a black mallet Dao Treasure, seeing such an amazing internal force cultivation, he didn't think that he could have the slightest chance of winning. At this moment, Yuan Hao is really helpless.

He only felt that water was dripping on his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat, and forced a smile: "It turns out that you lied to me when you said to follow me. 」

Dorje raised his left palm flat, condensed his palm, and said with a smile, "Yes, in the middle of the night, a boy dressed as a woman came from the mountain, and the old man naturally became suspicious. Hmph, the old man lied to you, but you also deceived the old man, let's write it off, and no one loses. This cat chasing mouse child thing, the old man played for the first time, and it was a good time. You can die in peace, boy!" As soon as the words fell, there was a terrifying heat that was daunting, and the wind swept over.

This hot palm is amazingly big, like a heat wave stimulating, overwhelming the sky, Yuan Hao knows that he has no choice, or raises the black mallet to block.

Suddenly, Miss Mozhu shouted to Tianjiao, "Grandpa, grandpa, where is your old man? Qian'er is going to say goodbye to you forever!"

This delicate voice is both soft and sad, and the listener has a sense of compassion and helplessness at first glance.

Especially Yuan Hao, when he heard this voice, he thought that Miss Mozhu wanted to intercede for herself, so she called Dorje "grandpa", and her stubbornness was even worse, her eyes were bloodshot, and she gritted her teeth and frantically urged all the remaining Dao qi in her body, and said, "He turtle grandfather, no matter what martial arts and laws he has, and what kind of judge gavel he has, if I don't hurt this stinky monk at this time, I can't blind my eyes even if I die!"

He knew that he was going to die, and although he still had shortcomings, he would never let Dorje take Miss Mozhu away for nothing, and secretly chanted the method of fasting the heart of "Freedom and Concentration", so as to clarify his mind and swear to fight Dorje to the death.

The black mallet seemed to feel Yuan Hao's situation, as well as the state of mind of "the strong man is gone", which was very different from the past, and the mallet made a loud noise, as if he understood that his master was going to fight for his life, trembling wildly, the head of the mallet seemed to become a little bigger, and he hit the hot palm head-on.

Boom! Boom!

The first roar was that Dorje was slammed by the black mallet, his palm was throbbing, and he was furious, and he used more internal force to force the hot energy to force the generals, and he fought back.

The hot palm of the Zhenhua Realm is under great pressure, and it is very easy to shake the black mallet Dao Treasure.

The black mallet Daobao lost its qi, it was just an ordinary hard thing, the heat energy was scattered, and it couldn't be stopped, I saw Yuan Hao even fly out with a mallet, fly a meteor upside down, and roll dozens of times in a row, until his back hit a boulder, and the boulder cracked in response, and then stopped. But seeing that he vomited blood, his entire right arm was bruised and deformed, and a burst of Venus appeared in front of him, and he took a breath and fainted.

The Undertaker's Spiritual Record