The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

"Are you acting?"

Xiao Xun was a little guilty, but also felt that it was acting.

only…

He even spit out two mouthfuls of blood, this acting is too realistic.

The eyes of the remaining seventeen monks of the Xuan family gradually turned to Xiao Xun.

His gaze has all changed.

dignified.

fear.

indifferent.

Xiao Xun felt a burst of shock.

These old monks, are they going to come for real?

"I underestimated you." A monk said in a deep voice.

Xiao Xun took a deep breath and said, "Disciple just wants to leave the temple!"

"Humph~!"

A cold snort sounded, and the seventeen monks of the Xuan family once again shot together with great strength.

For a moment, Xiao Xun's body was full of shadows.

"There is still no true energy fluctuation."

Xiao Xun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, brandished his long stick, and confronted the seventeen eminent monks of the Xuan family.

Bang~!

Bang~!

Bang~!

A series of attacks landed on his body, Xiao Xun's face became serious and impatient, no matter how chaotic the stick was.

moment.

Xiao Xun was a little anxious.

It doesn't hurt enough!

This level of attack landed on his body, and he couldn't even spit blood out of his mouth.

How does this go down?

Without vomiting blood, who would believe that I was seriously injured?

"Can't you play a good show with me?"

Xiao Xun was depressed, really a little irritable.

My heart said that you should put in more effort.

At least I have to spit blood to continue acting.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Another round of attacks landed on him, Xiao Xun took advantage of the situation and dropped the copper stick in his hand.

Waving his hands wildly, he secretly patted his chest, and then the blood surged up, with the intention of vomiting blood.

"Pfft~!"

With a palm on the back, Xiao Xun leaned forward and opened his mouth to spit out blood.

The seventeen monks of the Xuan family stopped attacking and scattered around Xiao Xun, watching quietly, their eyes more or less strange.

This is too old, right?

You must know that each of them has the strength of the upper third rank, even if the attack does not have true energy attached, the strength is definitely not something a disciple of the Hui family can bear.

But just now, they exerted more strength than the other, and they didn't seem to have much influence on the nephew of Master Huiwu in front of him.

Xiao Xun grabbed the ground with both hands, gritted his teeth and said, "I must return to vulgarity!"

In my heart, I thought helplessly, where will the next time I vomit blood?

If you want to make yourself more tragic, you can't feel too sorry for the blood.

only…

Blood, you can't just vomit if you want to vomit!

This group of 'accompanying actors' are too hip-stretching, really... they don't even have the strength to beat people.

Xiao Xun stood up, with a stubborn look on his face, clenched his fists, and opened the Arhat Fist.

"continue!"

Xiao Xun growled.

"Let me do it." The monk of the Xuan family fell to the ground, stood up, and walked towards Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun's face twitched slightly, and he said to his uncle, you may not be able to do it by yourself without using real energy.

"Sleep well, tomorrow morning you will still be enlightened." The monk of the Xuan family approached Xiao Xun, and said something warmly.

After speaking, the figure moved in an instant.

Almost subconsciously, Xiao Xun stretched out his right fist straight to the right.

Bang~!

A figure flew straight and smashed into three small towers in a row before stopping, his figure staggered, and his complexion was abnormally red.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

This monk of the Xuan family was pale and sluggish, with horror flashing in his eyes.

what just happened?

Originally, he wanted to go around behind Xiao Xun, give him a hand knife, and knock him out.

But just when the figure passed Xiao Xun's right side, the whole person suddenly flew towards the right side uncontrollably.

The atmosphere in Tallinn has changed.

A little stiff.

And a little embarrassing.

Xiao Xun withdrew his right hand, obviously he was not the one who should be embarrassed.

But, at this moment, he can't wait to find a hole in the ground and get into it.

It's so embarrassing.

Both for the monk who was just beaten away, and for himself.

In this situation, how can you act manic and unwilling?

Not to mention the ultimate goal of 'tragic'.

"You obviously don't have that ability, why are you talking big?"

Xiao Xun complained a little about the monk of the Xuan family who was just beaten away.

Wouldn't it be good to fight together?

Did I not let you fight?

It's useless to give you a chance, now it's all right, let's get blown away.

"What a quick punch."

A monk whispered, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

"I just want to leave the temple, and I hope all the masters and uncles can do it." Xiao Xun said.

Things have come to this, I can only endure the embarrassment and continue acting.

"Let's do it together, take him down!" a monk shouted in a low voice.

The sixteen monks of Xuanzi generation moved again.

Xiao Xun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As if warming up, I first practiced the five-breath time with the sixteen Xuanzi monks.

Afterwards, Xiao Xun reduced the speed of punching, and the force became a little messy.

Breath, from steady to rough panting.

suddenly.

A punch hit Xiao Xun's cheek.

Xiao Xun's eyes widened, and he immediately punched the other side's cheek.

Bang~!

One person flew upside down.

"You don't slap people in the face, if anyone wants to slap me in the face, I'm in a hurry with whom!"

Xiao Xun snorted secretly.

After another burst of attacks, it felt almost done.

Xiao Xun began to wave his fists indiscriminately, and secretly punched himself twice more, and the reverse blood rushed to his throat again. "Pfft~!" Half a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xiao Xun immediately lay down on the ground, his body became bent.

A group of monks of Xuanzi generation stopped their hands one after another.

Xiao Xun propped his hands on the ground, got up, and just a foot away from the ground, the whole person fell down again weakly. "ah!"

"How can I fall here?"

Xiao Xun growled lowly, looked up towards the direction of the temple gate, his eyes flashed with unyielding color. "I want to return to vulgarity!"

Xiao Xun shouted, and vigorously supported his whole body with his hands, his feet stepped on the ground, and his figure swayed. "puff!"

Just got up, the other half of the blood in the mouth spit out directly.

The body fell down feebly...

"I can not be reconciled!"

"I... must leave..." "My fate is up to me!"

Xiao Xun gritted his teeth, showed a ferocious face, and propped himself up again.

After standing up, Xiao Xun swayed his body, glanced at the fifteen monks of the Xuan family around him, and said sadly: "Come on! Continue!" Another round of beating will reflect the shock and tragedy even more.

All the monks of Xuanzi generation did not move.

In front of the temple gate, the eighteen bronze men looked over together, their eyes were shocked, and they all felt a sense of tragedy.

"Amitabha, why bother?" a monk of the Xuan family whispered softly, showing compassion on his face.

Xiao Xun ignored him, his eyes swept to the position of his own copper stick, he staggered and walked over.

One step, one footprint.

Approaching the copper rod, he estimated the distance, Xiao Xun seemed to be unable to stand any longer, and fell straight forward, coughed twice, raised his head, and stretched out his hand to grab the copper rod, which happened to be a foot away. "Will it be a little exaggerated?"

Xiao Xun stretched out his hand with difficulty, and moved his body forward little by little, but felt a little embarrassed in his heart.Mainly...

I didn't feel hurt at all, and I didn't vomit enough blood.

The injury and weakness shown at this moment seemed too abrupt.half an hour...

Xiao Xun's hand finally touched the copper rod, he pulled up the copper rod, and used it as a support point to prop up his body.