Chapter 113 Hot Hand Destroys Cheap

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!"

Nayan Jianlan's face turned stunned when he heard this, his left foot stepped forward, and the Purple Thunder Han Sword in his hand pointed at Wukong obliquely, and said angrily: "Come on, I will kill you early, just go back early to recover your life!"

"Wait!"

Wukong turned his head to look at the endless stream of people and others beside him, and frowned: "In this case, let's win or lose with one move! I lost, leave this life, you lose, let the little fox go!"

"Good!"

Nayan Jianlan secretly rejoiced when he heard it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this dead monkey, just a cultivator at the peak of the spiritual realm, and he also wants to shake the powerhouse of the Xiangkong realm, it is really stupid and ignorant!

"Okay, then come on!"

Wukong put away the spear with a snort, put his hands behind his back, and raised his voice: "Come on, little, I'll let you strike first!"

"What?"

Nayan Jianlan's face changed when he heard this, and he said angrily: "What, bare-handed? Are you fighting me like this?"

Wukong shrugged his shoulders slightly, pouted and said, "No, how do you think you want to fight?"

"That broken stick of yours... ？”

"Hehe, it's enough!" Wukong raised his right fist and waved, turned his head to look at the many collapsed houses beside him, frowned, and cast a light mask on his head, enveloping himself and Nayan Jianlan.

"Just fight, don't damage the family here, you can't afford to pay for it!"

"Arrogance!" Nayan Jianlan didn't speak anymore when he saw this, and muttered to himself in his heart. "This dead monkey, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd, is he really not afraid of death?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, shoot when it's time to shoot, don't be like a, grinding!" the monkey pouted and spat on the ground.

"Looking for death!" Nayan Jianlan raised his hand is a sword, the sword qi is castrated like electricity, and the speed is as fast as Changhong.

The monkey stood there, not moving, looking at the purple thunder and lightning slashing diagonally, and his face was still a stinky face that had nothing to do with himself.

"Hmph!" Nayan Jianlan was furious when he saw this, his arms shook, and his strength blessed Sancheng again.

"Since you want to die, then fulfill you!"

Duh!

A white beast shadow, wrapped in purple thunder and lightning, stepped on the void, carrying the power of the wilderness, and fiercely pounced on the monkey standing opposite.

Yikes!

A faint wind blade suddenly overflowed from Wukong's fingertips, forming a gray wind ball in an instant, enveloping Wukong's right hand entirely.

"Hey, my red crystal!"

The big yellow dog hid behind the crowd, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh, and raised his front paws to cover his eyes. It was as if he had seen the monkey's blood splashed on the spot, and his soul flew all over the world.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from the front, and the big yellow dog quickly opened his left eye to take a look, only to see that the monkey was still standing there calmly in the light mask.

However, Na Yan Jianlan was gone.

"Huh, what about Nayan Jianlan?" it raised its claws to push away the crowd in front of it, and squeezed forward in a hurry.

A few seconds later, I heard a bang, and the stairs on the first floor of the Zuixiang Building were torn apart, and Nayan Jianlan walked out with the purple thunder cold sword in his hand.

"Huh?" Looking at Na Yan Jianlan, who had a bloody mouth and was disheveled, the big yellow dog covered the dog's mouth in surprise.

Just now, the feelings are... The monkey won!

Hiss!

Even Ling Xian, who was standing next to her and watching the battle seriously, was stunned for a while, just now, she didn't pay much attention, and she didn't see how Senior Brother Nayan was defeated at all.

Because, she didn't expect that the stinky monkey would win!

"Impossible, impossible?"

Nayan Jianlan glared at the monkey fiercely, his teeth were clenched, the tip of the sword pointed at Wukong obliquely, and said angrily: "Impossible! How could it be possible? Just now, just now... You must have cheated, otherwise, you are just a cultivator at the peak of the spiritual realm, how could you possibly defeat me?"

"Impossible?"

The monkey bared his teeth, turned his head to look around, and sneered: "You think too much of yourself!"

"Humph!" Nayan Jianlan stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of Yin Hong from the corner of his mouth, shook his hair vigorously, pointed at the monkey and shouted, "Come again!"

"Come back?" Wukong pouted a little disdainfully, "One move is over, the winner or loser has been divided, what else to fight, hurry up and hand over!"

"You?" Nayan Jianlan turned his head and glanced at Ling Xian, his face turned red, and he turned his head and said angrily: "That trick just now doesn't count! Who told you to cheat just now?"

Wukong shook his head a little helplessly, "I said little cheap, you are a disciple of a famous sect, can't... ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a noise overhead, and when he looked up, he saw that a window on the street on the second floor of Zuixiang Building suddenly exploded, and in the flying sawdust, a ragged old man flew out of the window with a whoosh, directly over the top of Nayan Jianlan's head, and fell at Wukong's feet with a pop.

Bang!

A large yellow wine gourd was thrown out after him, and the bones rolled right at the old man's feet.

"Oops, hey... My old waist!" the old man struggled to get up from the ground, rubbed his nose with lees, and spat out a mouthful of spit that almost hit Goku's instep.

"The shopkeeper who killed a thousand knives, didn't Lao Tzu forget to bring silver today, and dare to do this to me, see if the master doesn't smash you to death with gold and silver tomorrow!"

Wukong was stunned, turned his head and glanced at the big yellow dog, hehe, this bad old man, how can he be with the big yellow dog all the way!

Not far away, the big yellow dog stared at the bad old man in a daze, and when he saw Wukong glancing at it, he immediately straightened his head and proudly puffed up his chest.

"Get out of the way!" the bad old man bent down to pick up the yellow gourd, didn't look at Wukong, and walked away scolding.

Wukong hurriedly flashed to the side, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw that Nayan Jianlan had already slashed over with a sword.

"Hmph, I knew you were going to do this!" Wukong clenched his fist hard behind his back, and a faint blue flame burst into flames in his palm.

"Since that's the case, then cripple you, see what else you can do?" As he spoke, his body spun, his right fist dodged the sword slash from the Purple Thunder Han Sword, and smashed it out like lightning against Nayan Jianlan's chest.

Boom!

A punch hit Nayan Jianlan's chest.

Click!

Nayan Jianlan's eyes bulged, his chest was torn and painful, and his sternum was bombarded by absolute power, and he didn't know how many were broken?

Sou!

His eyes darkened, and his body flew out upside down.

Wukong's eyes were fast, he punched out, his left hand went up, he grabbed the purple thunder sword body with a bang, his wrist shook, and Cang's sword snatched the purple thunder cold sword in his hand.

Boom!

Na Yan Jianlan's body flew upside down, and once again smashed down under the step, and smashed a big hole in the wall behind him, and for a while, he didn't know where he fell.

"Senior brother!" Reisen glared at Goku fiercely, and reached out to take out the strange little bell.