The middle-aged monk pondered for a moment and said, "Yes." In this way, I will use that trick to solve the battle quickly, and save me a lot of dreams at night!"

Although the two of them were a lot away from Mo Chong, there was no one around, and Mo Chong could faintly hear their conversation, and when he heard the middle-aged monk say that 'that move' could be solved quickly, Mo Chong couldn't help but look back. I saw that the middle-aged monk only took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and drank a few big sips, and then, I don't know what spell this guy cast, and the mana and cultivation on his body have skyrocketed a little. The twelfth layer of the Qi cultivation period was already the highest, and the upper level was the foundation building period, but at this time, the middle-aged monk of the Jiuxian Sect actually showed the cultivation of the thirteenth layer of the Qi training period.

'What's going on!?' Mo Chong was shocked. But there was much more to him than that. The speed was far inferior to him, and the middle-aged monk who was far behind him actually increased his speed sharply, and he actually chased after him in the blink of an eye, and suddenly threw a punch.

Mo Chong's complexion changed, and he immediately turned to the side, avoiding this powerful punch. The middle-aged monk was obviously not familiar with the state of cultivation, speed, and strength skyrocketing in all aspects at this time, and a punch was avoided by Mo Chong, and some of them couldn't hold back, and the fist slammed into a big locust tree behind Mo Chong that three or four people couldn't hug, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and the giant tree that these three or four people couldn't hug was directly interrupted by this punch.

Seeing this, Mo Chong gasped. If you want to replace him, you have to break such a big tree, although it is okay, but you must not do it so casually. Hand-to-hand combat was Mo Chong's strong point, but at this moment, seeing that the strength in the hands of this middle-aged monk was so great, Mo Chong didn't dare to step forward, just blindly dodged.

"Bang bang bang!"

The middle-aged monk's fists and feet are completely out of order, and according to the martial arts moves, it is called full of flaws. But the strength of the punches and feet was amazing, just in the blink of an eye, the woods were punched out by the middle-aged monk's punches and kicks A large clearing. The ground was full of trees. The other Brewmaster did not take the opportunity to attack, but just stood by from a distance. I don't know if it's because I have great confidence in the middle-aged monk, or if I'm worried about being accidentally injured by the middle-aged monk.

This is not the way to go. Seeing that the middle-aged monk's movements were becoming more and more agile, Mo Chong knew that he had gradually become familiar with his current physical condition, and immediately gritted his teeth, five fingers on both hands, and fireballs the size of eggs suddenly appeared on his fingertips, and the next moment he heard Mo Chong shout: "Go!"

"Whoosh!"

Ten fireballs slammed towards the middle-aged monk from different directions. This was the first time Mo Chong had used a spell other than the Light Body Technique in the fighting method. He didn't expect the fireball to do any damage to the opponent, as long as it could delay for a while. Mo Chong didn't think that the middle-aged monk's state at this time would last long. As long as the middle-aged monk's violent state has passed, it will be much easier for him to fight or escape.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, and he didn't dodge, but the red light flashed on his body. A round ring of fire suddenly emerged from his body, instantly expanding and spreading. Fireballs from all directions hit the ring of fire one after another, and then disappeared.

"Try your uncle's fire bomb technique too!"

The middle-aged monk snorted violently, five fingers on both hands, and suddenly fireballs appeared on his fingertips just like Mo Chong just now. It's just that these fireballs are almost twice as large as the fireballs Mo Chong just now, and after the middle-aged monk raised his hand, they turned into ten flames and shot towards Mo Chong.

"So fast!"

Mo Chong exclaimed in his heart, and before he could open an ordinary protective shield, the fireball had already arrived in front of him. I could only hear a series of muffled sounds of "bang bang bang". The protective shield only blocked three or four fireballs and shattered with a wail, and the next few fireballs hit Mo Chong's body without discount, and after a burst of firelight, Mo Chong appeared on the spot in a scorched manner, with green smoke curling on his body. Clothing, hair, and eyebrows were burned to the ground, and the bare skin showed burns of varying severity.

"Hahaha! But that's it!" the middle-aged monk laughed and rushed towards Mo again.

Mo Chong was shocked, and naturally hurriedly retreated, but he had some doubts in his heart. With such a powerful technique, why don't you just cast a spell to destroy yourself, but you must bully you closer? When he was surprised, he sensed the other party's body slightly, and Mo Chong suddenly understood that the middle-aged monk had just cast a fire ring technique, a fire bomb technique, and nearly one-fifth of his mana had been lost. It seems that the exponential increase in the power of the spell is at the cost of multiplying the mana. In this elixir garden, a large amount of mana consumption is obviously very dangerous, so if it is not necessary, the other party still chooses fists and feet that do not consume much mana.

Figured this out though. But Mo Chong knew in his heart that if he dragged on like this, he would inevitably be a dead end. The burn from the fireball just now made Zheng feel a faint pain at this time, and what was even worse was that his movements had become sluggish because of the injury.

Run. Mo Chong finally made a decision, and immediately slapped the storage bag, and a talisman flew out of it. Mo Chong grabbed it, activated the input mana, and threw it casually. I saw a huge firebird conjuring out of the talisman and pounced on the middle-aged monk. Seeing that it was a mid-level spell, the Firebird Technique, the middle-aged monk didn't dare to harden it, so he immediately slammed his feet and turned backwards. But he didn't know that Mo Chong threw out another talisman at this time, but it hit the ground behind the middle-aged monk.

I saw a flash of yellow light on the ground, and then a piece of convective sand of more than a foot in size suddenly appeared. The middle-aged monk avoided the firebird, but just stepped into the quicksand.

The Brew Immortal Sect monk who was watching from a distance saw that his senior brother was trapped by the quicksand, and hurriedly hurried over. However, Mo Chong did not take the opportunity to attack the middle-aged monk, but with five fingers in both hands, ten fireballs appeared, and the next moment, the fireballs were thrown in all directions by Mo Chong. This place was originally wooded, and the surrounding trees were abundant. The Mo Rush fireball struck out, hitting several large trees at once. These trees were just ordinary wood, so naturally they couldn't resist the spells of the immortal cultivators, and as soon as they were touched by the fireball, they immediately burst into flames. For a time, there were fires and thick smoke everywhere.

"Leave me alone!

The middle-aged monk immediately saw Mo Chong's intentions and yelled. Although the quicksand is powerful, it is only a talisman in the end, and as long as the power of the talisman is exhausted, it will naturally disappear. And with his current physical state, he is not afraid of Mo rushing up to attack. But if Mo Chong takes the opportunity to escape, it will be difficult to catch up.

The young Brew Immortal Sect monk understood, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go after him, Senior Brother, be careful yourself!" After speaking, he stepped a little and rushed towards the direction where Mo Chong had just been.

What about Mo Chong? Mo Chong had already fled after setting the fire. However, the direction he fled was not the direction pursued by the Jiuxian Sect monks, but he went around in a circle and ran towards the open space where Yang Wuhui was.

Yang Wuhui was struggling to support the protective shield at this time. Although he fought desperately, in the end, the mana consumption was too great, and he soon couldn't support it, so he could only change to a defensive position. The Brew Immortal Sect monk who fought with him did not launch a fierce attack at this time, but continued to attack Yang Wuhui's protective shield with magic weapons, consuming the opponent's remaining mana. This victory is already nine times out of ten, and he doesn't want to make more effort. Moreover, Mo Chong's movements were so great that half of his attention was placed in the distance.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the woods beside him, and a figure suddenly pounced out and attacked the Brew Immortal Sect monk, it was Mo Chong. The Brew Immortal Sect monk was taken aback, fortunately, Mo Chong was already injured at this time, and his movements were not as flexible as before, although this Brew Immortal Sect monk was late, he also narrowly and dangerously sideways to avoid Mo Chong's sneak attack. But Yang Wuhui, who was fighting against him, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and threw out the long sword in his hand.

I only heard a "flutter" sound. Yang Wuhui's long sword passed through the chest of the Brew Immortal Sect monk, and the monk's eyes widened, his eyes full of remorse and unwillingness. He could have killed his opponent, easily. But he didn't, and instead died at the hands of this already precarious opponent.

"Ink ...... Senior Brother Mo, how are you?" He was rescued by Mo Chong twice in a row. Yang Wuhui couldn't afford to go against Mo Chong anymore.

Mo Chong shook his head and said, "Skin trauma! Hurry up! The two guys in the back haven't solved it yet." ”

When Yang Wuhui heard this, his complexion suddenly changed, and he immediately stopped talking, put away the long sword, turned around and left. Mo Chong didn't leave immediately, but took off the storage bags on the bodies of the two Brew Immortal Sect monks on the ground. He didn't want to covet the things on the two of them, but wanted to find out the possible weaknesses of the Brew Immortal Sect cultivators from their storage bags, that kind of exercise that could instantly increase the speed and power of cultivation to mana, it was really too domineering. If they meet again next time, he still has no chance of winning.

"Senior Brother Mo, where should we go?" Now that one call has already been made, it will be much easier to exit the second one.

Mo Chong said: "There is such a big noise here, the surrounding monks will definitely rush over when they see the firelight, they can't go together, go separately, and each has its own destiny." ”

Yang Wuhui nodded and said, "It's okay." That...... There will be a period later. ”

The two of them immediately chose a direction and fled. Not long after the two left, a monk rushed to the scene, and naturally it was a fierce fight, so he put it aside.

Let's talk about Mo Chong. After separating from Yang Wuhui, Mo Chong only ran forward for more than a hundred steps before stumbling and planting into the grass. The 'skin trauma' he suffered was really not light, and he struggled a few times, trying to get up from the grass, but it backfired, and the scorched part of his body suddenly cracked, revealing the half-burned flesh and blood underneath, and the pain was so painful that Mo Chong was gasping cold.