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"You bald donkeys from Qingliang Temple, how dare you escape from my wild wolf village?"

Yang Lang stared at Chu Diao and the others coldly, and said murderously.

"Yang Lang, the leader of Wild Wolf Village!"

"Junior Brother Chu Diao, let's run away!"

When Wang Hai went down the mountain to purchase daily necessities in the county, he saw Yang Lang's arrest warrant, recognized Yang Lang at a glance, and shouted in shock.

"Why run away?"

"Take a punch from me!"

Chu Diao came back to his senses and decided to strike first. He urged the Vajra Fist with all his strength, and punched Yang Lang violently.

Now that Chu Diao's Vajra Fist has broken through to the seventh level, and he is a martial artist at the seventh level of Body Refinement Realm, he uses all his strength to activate the Vajra Fist, and the fierce force of the fist makes the air burst with ear-piercing sound.

"what?"

Yang Lang's expression changed drastically.

How could he have imagined that the young monk in front of him, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, was actually a martial artist at the seventh level of Body Refinement Realm.

What is even more unbelievable is why this punch is so powerful?

The young monk in front of him is only at the seventh level of physical training, why did he throw such a powerful punch?
After all, Yang Lang was a martial artist in the late stage of the tenth level of Body Refinement Realm. Although Chu Diao's punch came suddenly, Yang Lang quickly recovered his senses and immediately counterattacked.

"Blood Sacrifice Buddha Fist!"

Yang Lang shouted violently, facing Chu Diao's Vajra Fist, he also punched it out.

A powerful blood energy erupted from Yang Lang's body, and behind him, it even condensed into a phantom of a bloody Shura.

The bloody Shura's face was ferocious and terrifying, exuding a suffocating aura.

Bang!
The two fists collided, and there was an explosion.

With the collision of the two fists as the center, a powerful wave of energy spread out in all directions.

Wang Hai and other bald monks were forced to retreat by this wave of energy, and their faces became even paler. Obviously, they couldn't bear the energy wave that spread out from the battle between Chu Diao and Yang Lang.

Ding Ding Deng!
Chu Diao took three consecutive steps backwards.

"puff!"

A big mouthful of blood spurted out from Chu Diao's mouth.

After one move, Chu Diao was obviously at a disadvantage.

Although Chu Diao is a martial artist at the seventh level of the body training state, he has also cultivated to the seventh level of Vajra Fist.

But after all, Yang Lang is a strong man in the late stage of the tenth level of body training, and the Blood Sacrifice Futu Fist he cultivated is a powerful evil fist.

Therefore, there is still a big gap in strength between Chu Diao and Yang Lang.

"Junior Brother Chu Diao, are you alright?"

When Wang Hai and the others saw that Chu Diao was wounded by Yang Lang's blow, they all had panicked expressions on their faces.

"Ahem, it's okay."

Chu Diao held back the severe pain and said.

"The monk from Qingliang Temple has escaped!"

"Everyone come and besiege them!"

"Can't let them run away!"

The commotion caused by the battle between Chu Diao and Yang Lang quickly attracted bandits from Yelang Village.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of bandits surrounded Chu Diao, Wang Hai and other bald monks.

"Kill these bald donkeys, but don't waste their blood, collect all their blood for me!"

"I need the blood of these bald donkeys to practice magic!"

Yang Lang ordered murderously.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, please don't create any more evil."

"My Buddha is merciful, I will turn my back and be right."

A Buddha's horn sounded, and an old monk not far away slowly walked towards this side.

"Huh? Old bald donkey, you have also been promoted to the tenth level of the body training realm?"

"It should be promoted recently, right? Otherwise, you would have the guts to come to my Wild Wolf Village?"

Yang Lang stared at the old monk and asked coldly.

"Amitabha, Lord Benefactor Yang, you and I worshiped in the same sect back then, so we can be regarded as brothers and sisters."

"These people are all disciples of the old monk. In terms of seniority, they are all equivalent to your nephews. Please benefactor Yang, please hold your hands high."

The old monk ignored the bandits around him, walked up to Yang Lang, and said slowly.

"Hahaha, old bald donkey, who is your senior brother? Although we once joined the same sect, we couldn't step into Acquired Martial Artist after all. Our cultivation talent is too mediocre, so we were expelled from the sect."

"Look at you, you're already so old, how many years younger is my age than you, look at me, I'm still in my 30s?"

"These are all due to the fact that I have practiced a magic skill, which keeps me young forever!"

"Today, I will use the blood of you bald heads to make my magical skills reach the perfect state, so as to step into the Houtian state in one fell swoop!"

"As long as I become an acquired martial artist, not only will my strength skyrocket, but my lifespan will also be extended by a hundred years, hahaha!"

Yang Lang laughed wildly.

"kill!"

Those bandits suddenly attacked and killed Chu Diao and the others.

"Don't even think about killing my disciple of Qingliang Temple!"

The old monk's figure flashed, and he stood in front of Chu Diao and the others in an instant. His fist exploded and knocked over a dozen bandits into the air in an instant.

Seeing the strength of the old monk, the thieves in Yelang Village retreated one after another and dared not go forward for the time being.

"Well, you old bald donkey, since you don't have to drink fine wine for toasting, then I will personally send you to heaven."

With a cruel sneer on the corner of Yang Lang's mouth, he attacked the old monk.

What the old monk urged was also Vajra Fist, but the old monk's attainments in Vajra Fist far surpassed Chu Diao's seventh level.

The old monk's Vajra Fist had already reached the stage of Dacheng, that is, the tenth level, and he was only one level away from reaching the perfection of Vajra Fist. He punched out, even accompanied by the sound of the Buddha like Hong Zhong Dalu.

"Blood Sacrifice Buddha Fist!"

Yang Lang urged his evil boxing technique again, and a strange blood-colored Shura phantom appeared behind him.

Boom boom boom!
The old monk and Yang Lang fought fiercely, and the surrounding trees, rocky mountains, etc. were blasted into pieces.

This is the power and influence of the battle between the tenth level of the Body Refining Realm.

At the tenth level of body refining, he has tempered his physique to a terrifying level, and his physical body is already extremely powerful.

On the earth before Chu Diao's crossing, warriors at the tenth level of physical training were invulnerable!
"Ding, your Vajra Fist is watching the Vajra Fist master's boxing method, and you have an epiphany, and your cultivation speed has increased by 2000 times."

"Ding, your Vajra Fist has broken through to the eighth level, and your cultivation level has broken through to the eighth level of the Body Refining Realm."

"Ding, your Vajra Fist has broken through to the ninth level, and your cultivation level has not reached the standard due to your physical fitness, so keep the eighth level of body training level unchanged."

"Ding, your Vajra Fist has broken through to the tenth level, and your cultivation level has not reached the standard due to your physical fitness, so keep the eighth level of body training level unchanged."

Chu Diao was watching the Vajra Fist of Dacheng Realm performed by the old monk, when a series of system prompts suddenly sounded in his mind.

Listening to the wonderful system prompt in his mind, Chu Diao was overjoyed.

Didn't he just watch the Vajra Fist master's boxing for a while, and the Vajra Fist was promoted from the seventh floor to the tenth floor in one go, directly reaching the state of great accomplishment in Vajra Fist?

System, you are awesome!
"What are you still doing?"

"Kill those little bald donkeys!"

Yang Lang, who was fighting fiercely with the old monk, suddenly ordered to a group of bandits.