Hua Qingfeng still didn't raise his head, just used inspiration to capture the fluctuations of the monk's breath, and then condensed the true qi with both hands, pouring them into his fingertips separately.

Only a "snort" sound was heard, and the two Dongxuan fingers were issued almost at the same time, tearing through the air, driving an even more astonishing momentum, and sprinting towards the monk.

The wind was blowing, the clouds were gathering, and that blow seemed to change the color of the heavens and the earth!

The corners of Feng Mu's mouth, who had a shallow foundation, had already overflowed with a trace of blood, and Xiao Chucai's face was also not good-looking, if he hadn't endured it with all his might, he would have fallen under the suppression of such a powerful aura.

The drunkard Dong Xuanzhi drew two straight trajectories, and the airway that was originally the size of a bowl gradually narrowed, and the air around him seemed to be compressed together, forming a needle cone, heading towards the golden bell jar that the monk had knotted.

Anyone can see that this time the attack, the drunkard used all his strength, and the gradually shrinking airway was not only not less powerful, but extremely enhanced, and the sharper it was, the easier it was to penetrate the opponent's defense.

I only heard two "dong dong" sounds, like a sharp sword hitting a stone. The monk flew out upside down one after another, but he still folded his hands and showed a relieved smile on his face.

Hua Qingfeng retracted the breath of his body, as if he looked at the monk, he would be ashamed of himself, his body slowly landed on the ground, and said, "Your martial arts have grown again." ”

The monk said a kind word and replied calmly, "You too." ”

The drunkard Hua Qingfeng couldn't hide the sadness in his heart, and said in a sad tone: "Then in your opinion, will you and I join forces to be that person's opponent?"

The monk shook his head slightly, but the drunkard didn't dare to look at him, so he naturally didn't know what he meant. Hua Qingfeng didn't hear the monk's answer, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you and I join forces, what can we do, that person will not stand still, and the realm will naturally not be the same." ”

The monk still spoke in a calm tone: "Amitabha." ”

Hua Qingfeng seemed to have made up his mind, and said resolutely: "I'm going to visit the old man of Tangtai, are you willing to go with me?"

The monk replied calmly: "What if he goes, if he is willing to tell the truth of the matter, he will already say it, if he refuses to say it, even the Daluo Immortal is helpless, why bother in vain?"

The drunkard Hua Qingfeng clenched his teeth tightly, the corners of his mouth were almost oozing blood, and said angrily: "Then the things of the year will sink into the sea, even if I fight to die this time, I will ask for a talk, will you go?"

The monk said: "The poor monk has long ignored these mundane things, and this time he just came to recite a few Dharma trumpets in front of the grave of his old friend and left. ”

"Although your cultivation has improved a lot now, and you can be regarded as a sanctimonious monk, I still appreciate you who were not a monk before, where did the scholarly spirit go back then, isn't it that the older you get, the more timid you are, and you want to be the shrinking turtle?"

In the face of Hua Qingfeng's ridicule, the monk was not angry at all, and as soon as he turned around, he flew towards the mountainside, and the drunkard snorted and scolded: "The thief is bald." ”

He didn't pay attention to the monk anymore, and went straight down the mountain, Xiao Chucai and Feng Mu were liberated from the true qi of the two of them, and they felt very comfortable.

Xiao Chucai heard Hua Qingfeng say just now that he was going to go to the old man to ask him about something, and he chuckled in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

You must know that there are not many people with the surname Shantai on the rivers and lakes, and even fewer who are famous. The old man who can be talked about by Hua Qingfeng, who else can there be besides the Shantai Jingxuan?

Feng Mu, who was walking beside him, saw that Xiao Chucai's expression was a little solemn, and asked out loud, "Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you, was it just now?"

Xiao Chucai shook his head and said, "Although the competition between Uncle Shi and that senior monk just now was amazing, it didn't hurt me, what I'm worried about is another thing. ”

"It's Chu Xiuqi's challenge to Shushan, since Uncle Hua has inherited it, with his cultivation, it shouldn't be a problem, why should you worry about it, Brother Xiao?"

When Xiao Chucai heard Feng Mu's words, he knew that this little brother had misunderstood his consciousness, and explained: "No, put aside the matter of Shushan for the time being, and now there is an even more troublesome thing, that is, Uncle Shi is going to find the old man of Nantai." ”

"Who is that old man?"

"You haven't been wandering around the rivers and lakes for a long time, so naturally you don't know, but this is not unusual. Few people in today's martial arts descendants mention this name, because this old man has retired to the rivers and lakes for more than 50 years, and he is now only afraid that he will be 100 years old. ”

Feng Mu said: "Isn't it a good thing to have such a character?"

Xiao Chucai shook his head with a wry smile and said: "There are not many descendants of the Shantai family, but every heir is outstanding, but because the rules of the Shantai family are severe and almost harsh, there are few people who walk in the rivers and lakes on their backs, most of them are in business or politics, they act so low-key, not because they are timid and afraid, but they want to stay away from disputes, but there are really people who don't open their eyes and offend the Shantai family, then a big disaster is coming." ”

"What kind of catastrophe is coming?"

"The Tai family is good at making hook and sickle guns, if the hook and sickle guns fight alone, they will rank nineteen on the weapon spectrum at most, but if there are three people who form a 'hook soul array', they will be the seventh or eighth person on the weapon spectrum, and there will be no return. The Shantai family rarely receives outsiders, and someone broke into its ancestral hall before, causing the pursuit of the Shantai family, and the man's family of more than 30 people was killed. ”

"Since Uncle Hua dares to go, he must be sure, so naturally he will not go to die. ”

Xiao Chucai sighed and said: "Uncle Shi's martial arts cultivation can naturally be proud of the martial arts, but the head of the Lantai family is over 100 years old, how can he ignore his internal cultivation, and those juniors of the Lantai, once they fight with us, what are your chances of winning?"

Feng Mu shook his head and said, "The odds of winning are less than one percent, since this is the case, it is better not to go to death, let's wait for Uncle Shi outside." ”

"You have to go, you know you can't do it, that's how you are a husband. ”

Feng Mu replied optimistically: "You don't necessarily have to face each other with swords, maybe you can be reasonable?"

While the two were talking, a strong wind suddenly blew in the sky, blowing the dead grass in all directions.

Hua Qingfeng walked at the forefront, two feet away from Feng Mu and Xiao Chucai. His clothes flew up, and he saw a moon-white figure appear in the sky, which was the monk who flew into the sky.

A pale golden Vajra handprint suddenly fell, and Hua Qingfeng's figure disappeared out of thin air, and he could dodge that blow.

There was a loud explosion, and a huge palm print was left on the ground covered with wild grass and stones, just the size of a person.

Feng Mu and Xiao Chucai were stunned in place, the monk had already landed on a weed, and the drunkard was covered with weeds, looking very embarrassed.

"Great Compassion Hand?" Hua Qingfeng asked word by word.

"The poor monk has figured it out, so I'm going to help you. ”

"It's worth it to have your friend. After the drunkard finished speaking, a smile appeared on his gloomy face, and he was finally willing to raise his eyes to look at the monk.