A sword qi of the brush organized Hu Wufeng's further attack, and the Chiyu Daoist came to the monk's side in a flash, and then held him up, and his body retreated violently. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the same time as withdrawing, the mana in the body of Chiyu Dao was continuously instilled into the monk's body, stabilizing the monk's injuries.

When they landed, Chiyu took out the vermilion pill and fed it into the monk's mouth while carefully guarding against it.

"Haha, Master of Turbulence, that just now the stick tastes good!" Ling Juanran stood not far away at this time, and said to the monk with a smile on his face.

Hu Wufeng looked at the monk with a sarcastic smile: "Haha, monk, if you want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, you really want to be a fool to be this king!"

The monk's face was pale at this time, and when he heard Hu Wufeng's words, his body suddenly shook and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Hu Wufeng's stick was extremely powerful, not only several bones on his body were shattered, but even his soul was injured, and at this time the monk realized that everything just now was a play between Hu Wufeng and Ling Ranran, just to confuse him.

"Great monk, there are two people on your side after all, this king and Ling Chenghuang can't have a deep hatred anymore, and they can't really let you look at jokes and pick up cheap!"

Hu Wufeng gently waved the giant stick in his hand, and his body inadvertently quietly distanced himself from Ling Ran, but Ling Ran didn't care about it, after all, the alliance between him and Hu Wufeng was only temporary, and now that the monk had been hit hard, he naturally didn't need to continue to join forces with Hu Wufeng.

It should be that the medicinal power has taken effect, the monk's face at this time is a little better, he raised his head and looked at Ling Ran and Hu Wufeng with a resentful look, and said weakly: "Chenghuang and the demon king are so calculating, the poor monk has been taught!"

"However, if the two of you feel that the poor monk has lost the qualification to compete, then it is too early to say!"

"Huh?" Ling Ran and Hu Wufeng's expressions suddenly froze, this monk has been injured like this, there is definitely no possibility of making a move in a short period of time, what does he mean by this.

Especially Hu Wufeng, he knows the power of that stick best, even if he is hit in a hurry, he will definitely be seriously injured, so why should the monk say this confidently.

Suddenly, the monk's eyes closed, and the skin of his mouth kept moving slightly, not knowing what to say silently, but his body was full of golden light, which was very dazzling.

Hu Wufeng suddenly remembered that the monk was also seriously injured by Fang Shaoyuan last time, but in the end, he recovered quickly, and what he cultivated was the secret method of Buddhism.

However, although this little nirvana recipe is exquisite, I haven't heard that it can be used repeatedly, there is no reason for this, otherwise these three realms are not the world of Buddhism, and everyone's life is only one.

However, the aura on the monk's body in front of him continued to skyrocket, and his face gradually became ruddy, which was not impossible.

There was a desire to step forward to destroy, but the Chiyu Dao people were paying attention to it with cold eyes, and Ling Ran didn't know what he was thinking at this time, as if he didn't see his eyes on him.

Hu Wufeng couldn't help but curse in his heart, is this Ling Ran a bad brain, even if he stayed away from him just now, but at this time, he should abandon his previous suspicions and join forces to fight the enemy.

There was no way, after thinking about it, Hu Wufeng still decided to wait and see what happened, after all, the three of them were all calculating and guarding against each other, and he didn't want to be plotted by Ling Ran behind his back when he did it himself.

Under the mutual restraint of the three parties, the monk only took a stick of incense to recover at once.

Looking at the monk who was vigorous and had his complexion intact, but looking at him with an extremely hateful look, Hu Wufeng sighed, he understood why Ling Ran refused to make a move.

He is clearly a plan to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf, and he clearly uses the monk's hatred for himself, so that he and the monk are all living and dying with you.

Speaking of which, head-to-head, he Hu Wufeng thinks that he is not afraid of any opponent, but he is really not good at this kind of conspiracy, that Ling Ran is the first person in David's Yang Yin Division, and if he wants to stand out from so many Yin Gods, in addition to strength, necessary strategies are necessary.

At this time, Hu Wufeng didn't know why he suddenly remembered Fang Shaoyuan, in his opinion, although this Fang Shaoyuan was young, he should be no worse than Ling Juanran in terms of tricks, if this kid didn't die, he could have co-opted him to deal with Ling Juanran.

Subconsciously looked towards the place where Fang Shaoyuan was buried, and found that it was still a big pit, and there was no movement in the pit.

Involuntarily clenched the giant stick in his hand, Hu Wufeng licked his lips, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

At this time, the monk couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had cultivated the Little Nirvana Technique when he was in the Yuan Shen Realm, and his cultivation was sealed at that time, so the mana and life origin accumulated after the successful cultivation of the Little Nirvana Secret were still sealed in his body.

Therefore, this time under the severe injury, the effect of the small nirvana that was originally sealed in the body was released, and it was as if it was reborn on the ground in an instant.

Looking at Hu Wufeng with an awe-inspiring expression, the monk's eyes were as if he was angry, and he rushed towards Hu Wufeng with a loud shout with a demon pestle in his hand.

And Ling Juanran couldn't help but retreat with his hands behind his back, as if he had given up the battlefield to the monk and Hu Wufeng.

With a bang, the Demon Suppression Pestle and the Colorful Giant Stick collided together, and the Monk and Hu Wufeng's bodies each retreated dozens of steps, and the ground where the two fought burst into a crack, which shows how powerful the blow just now was.

"Come again!"

"Happy!"

The monk and Hu Wufeng had high fighting intent in their eyes at this time, and the demon pestle and the colorful giant stick were constantly hitting each other, at this time, these two people were like two catastrophe monks standing at the peak of the mortal realm, and they were simply two mortals fighting each other with brute force.

When Ling Ran and the people of Chiyu Dao saw this scene, they couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

When they were evenly matched again, Hu Wufeng and Shang actually looked at each other and then laughed, and the eyes of both sides showed a look of pity.

When he saw this scene, he suddenly said that it was not good, his body moved, and he disappeared in place in a flash, and then appeared beside the birthstone, stretched out his hand, and disappeared again with the birthstone.

Sure enough, Ling Lianran's decision was correct, this tiger Wufeng and the upside and Shang rushed towards Ling Lianran in unison in laughter, who knew that Ling Lianran actually sensed that something was wrong, disappeared first, and also took away the birthstone.

As a result, the two sides of the original battle immediately joined forces to pursue Ling Zhuoran.

With the birthstone, although Ling Lianran's speed did not decrease, the three fierce attacks behind him, especially the sword qi of the Chiyu Dao people, made him the most uncomfortable, and soon the distance between the two sides narrowed under the chase and escape.

In the end, Ling was blocked in a clearing.

"Hahaha, Ling Chenghuang, as the so-called feng shui rotates, now it's time for you to taste what it is like to be besieged!" Hu Wufeng said through gritted teeth at this time. (To be continued.) )