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

Whoosh~!

The fallen leaves rushed towards the direction of the fog needle.

"Finger finger? It's a pity, in this fog, I, the ancestor, am the absolute master."

Mo Tongtian said indifferently, the voice sounded from all directions.

Xiao Xun looked at the black-clothed figure in the mist six feet ahead of Xuanji, hesitating for a moment.

Seeing ten pure white mist needles condensed between the hands of this figure...

Xiao Xun didn't dare to hesitate anymore, he took a step forward, came behind Xuan Ji, and whispered: "He is six feet in front of him."

Xuan Ji's face was fixed, without thinking much, his hands moved together, and the fallen leaves and gravel flew up from the ground, and they rushed straight forward.

Mo Tongtian's complexion changed, and his body flashed to the right in an instant.

"Move three feet to the left." Xiao Xun said while pointing at Mo Tongtian.

With a movement of Xuanji's body, he suddenly appeared in the dense mist, a golden palm print emerged, and the dense mist rolled.

Mo Tongtian's complexion changed wildly, and he retreated in a hurry.

Xuan Ji returned to the original place in an instant.

Xiao Xun pointed to the front and said: "That broken wall." Xuan Ji nodded slightly, but did not continue to attack.

Most of the monks looked at Xiao Xun in amazement.

This vision is too strong.

"It's the same as five years ago." Yuan Qiu felt emotional.

Mo Tongtian who was standing on the broken wall stared at Xuan Ji and Xiao Xun with fear on his face. "Little bald donkey, how did you find me, Patriarch?" Mo Tongtian asked sharply.

"This fog is really weird, it can block sound and sight." Xiao Xun said, "But if you step on the ground, as long as you move, it will leave a sound on the ground... Please ask for flowers... .Is it difficult to listen to the sound?

Are you the North Desert King?In the desert, it is indeed difficult to leave footsteps, but this is not a desert. "Footsteps..." Xuanji's eyes flashed a touch of depth. "Footsteps? "

Mo Tongtian frowned, never thought about this problem before.

"No, the old bald donkey Xuanji couldn't hear my footsteps, how could you, a little bald donkey, hear me?" Mo Tongtian stared and asked, uncertain.

This little bald donkey is too wicked.

Xiao Xun smiled, ignored the question, and replied in his heart: Because I stole too many pills.

Moreover, I didn't say that I could only hear footsteps, but not you~. "Amitabha, benefactor, please go back." Xuanji's eyelids were half drooped.

"Hmph." Mo Tongtian snorted coldly, staring at Xiao Xun firmly, once again a dense mist appeared around his body, and his body rose slowly.

Xiao Xun looked at Sha Tongtian's slowly rising figure, startled.

Is this flying?

"Uncle Master, at what level can you fly?" Xiao Xun asked in a low voice.

Xuan Ji's heart moved, and said: "Seventh rank stands in the sky, eighth rank travels with the wind, ninth rank travels far away." "He seems to be floating in the air." Xiao Xun pointed to where Sha Tongtian was.

"Floating?" Xuan Ji whispered.

"The location has changed, moving five zhang to the west." Xiao Xun said again.

Xuan Ji nodded slightly, moved his body, and flashed into the mist again, as fast as a flying rainbow, directly hitting Sha Tongtian.

With both palms out, the golden palm prints rushed towards Sha Tongtian in an instant like the wings of a butterfly.

Mo Tongtian frowned, Xuan Ji was approaching, there was no point in hiding any longer, he could only fight with his true strength.

Fortunately, in this fog, no one can match his speed.

Even if his own strength is not as good as Xuanji, he can still deal with it by relying on this fog.

The battle broke out.

In the eyes of the rest of the monks, they could only see the dense mist rolling; but in Xiao Xun's eyes, the intertwined figures of Mo Tongtian and Xuanji were clearly visible.

"Hui Wu, can you still see clearly?" Yuanqiu glanced at Xiao Xun.Xiao Xun nodded, and said: "We have already fought." "Why can't I see clearly?" a Dharma disciple muttered.In his eyes, the mist seemed to merge with the night into everything, not only blocking sight, but also blocking hearing.

"You are not alone." Yuanqiu Xin said.Dry.

Chapter 77 You are so fucking worthless!

Xiao Xun stared at him with burning eyes. According to Xuan Ji, Mo Tongtian is at least an eighth-rank master. The battle between masters of this level is absolutely wonderful, and it is very likely to benefit from it.

"Don't just watch it yourself, tell us about it too." Yuanqiu ordered.

"Uh... okay." Xiao Xun paused, and then began to act as a rapid commentator: "Mo Tongtian has been dodging, and the speed is very fast; the master and uncle stretched out both palms, and that one is full of golden big palm prints." "Mo Tongtian Stretch out your feet and let our master uncle kick you back."

"Mo Tongtian hides again, he is in a terrible state of distress, Master Uncle puts his hands together, and his body is covered with golden light."

"Eh, Mo Tongtian wants to slip away..." Xiao Xun stopped at this point.

"How's it going?" Yuanqiu asked hastily.Xiao Xun smiled and said, "Uncle Master is back."

As soon as the words "[-]" fell, Xuanji's figure stepped out of the mist and came to the monks. "Master Uncle." "Master Uncle."

Yuanqiu and a group of monks of the Hui generation shouted in unison.

Xuan Ji nodded slightly, put his eyes on Xiao Xun, and said: "Stay by my side, he has murderous intentions towards you." "Huh?" Xiao Xun was stunned.

At this moment, a dark and stern roar came from a distance: "Little bald donkey, if I don't kill you, the ancestor swears not to be a human being!" Xiao Xun's face turned green immediately.

You can't beat Xuan Ji, so you want to kill me?

You're too damn good-for-nothing, right?

"Uncle Master, get rid of the evil! This village must have been slaughtered by that person, we can't let him go." Xiao Xun looked serious.

There was a strange look in the eyes of the monks.

Xuan Ji was also speechless for a moment.

"Jie Jie Jie, little bald donkey, are you scared?" Mo Tongtian's sinister laughter sounded from all directions, "Kneel down and kowtow a hundred times, and then call the old ancestor three times, the old ancestor may let you go. "

"What's your name?" Xiao Xun asked loudly.

"Grandpa!" Mo Tongtian smiled sadly.Xiao Xun asked: "What are you calling me for?"

Everyone paused, and several monks of the Hui generation couldn't help laughing.

"Looking for death!" Mo Tongtian's voice became extremely gloomy.

Xiao Xun sarcastically said: "Uncle Master is here, how dare you make a mistake? Northern Desert Sand King? Hey~, I think you should be called Desert Zergling."

Mo Tongtian's face was gloomy, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, he stared at Xiao Xun firmly, and said slowly: "Little bald donkey, you are afraid, and you want to lure the ancestor over, but the ancestor will not be fooled. Hmph, you can't keep Follow Xuanji old bald donkey, when you are on the order!"

Xiao Xun's face twitched slightly.

Is this Nima really a so-called eighth-rank master?

How does it feel like a street hooligan?

He has no demeanor at all, but he didn't lose his mind when he was called a 'desert springtail'? ! "So, are you admitting that you are not the opponent of my great-uncle Xuanji?" Xiao Xun said indifferently, "Why should you be afraid of mere defeat?" Yuanqiu glanced at Xiao Xun, with a strange flash on his face.Mo Tongtian's old face was about to turn purple, and he said fiercely: "If I don't kill you, it's hard to solve the hatred in my heart!"

Xiao Xun stared at Mo Tongtian, and said: "Benefactor, am I really afraid? You obviously want to kill me, and I'm right in front of your eyes, but you don't even have the courage to do it.

Why is that?

You are afraid.

Afraid of my uncle Xuanji.

Fear is a seed that has taken root in your heart.

At this moment, we are waiting in the fog, and you dare not make a move, so when will you dare?

So what if you can kill me in the future?Will your fear of Master Xuanji's uncle dissipate?

Master Xuanji's uncle will become the pinnacle of your cultivation journey. If you go crazy in the future, it must be because of your fear of Master Xuanji's uncle. "Xiao Xun felt that if Mo Tongtian was allowed to leave tonight, then he would not be able to sleep well in the future.

Mo Tongtian frowned, and when his eyes swept over Xuanji, deep fear flashed in his eyes.

After just a short fight, he has already confirmed that his strength is indeed not as good as Xuan Ji.

But, that doesn't mean you're afraid!

"Hmph, who said that I dare not make a move on the patriarch?" Mo Tongtian sneered, "Little Bald Donkey, you seem to have forgotten one thing." Xiao Xun was startled, his thoughts turned and his face changed slightly.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Xuankong, Zhang Wuxia and the others..." Yuanqiu spoke with a serious look on his face.

Xiao Xun nodded, then walked to the east. "Amitabha." Xuan Ji said the Buddha's name, looked at Xiao Xun, and asked, "Can you tell the direction?" Xiao Xun nodded quickly, and said: "Yes..." "Take everyone to the east." Xuan Ji ordered road. "yes."

Yuanqiu, Huizhi, Huiren and a group of Bodhidharma disciples followed.

Xuan Ji clasped his palms together, and golden light radiated from his body again, falling on the monks.

Mo Tongtian stood in the distance and stared at the group of people, hesitating whether to stop them. "Take down those people in Xuan Kong first, and lead Xuan Ji to attack, then...huh!" A fierce light flashed in Mo Tongtian's eyes.

In a valley, thick fog filled the air.

Song Qinglun and other four Zhenwu sect disciples lay powerlessly on the ground, their faces turned blue and their lips turned black.

Xuankong, Zhang Cuifeng and a group of Bodhidharma disciples surrounded the four of them.

On the ground around them, there are blood-red poisonous scorpions everywhere, one of which is the size of a human head, extremely terrifying. "How could the Southern Border Scorpion King mix with the Northern Desert Sand King?" Zhang Cuifeng whispered, his face serious.

In fact, I already have a guess in my heart.

"What I'm wondering about is, are they really just trying to repay the alchemy?" Xuankong said.

"If you want to know, don't you just hand over the Dahuan Pill?" A hoarse and ugly laugh sounded.Zhang Cuifeng said coldly: "Scorpion King, offending Zhenwu and Shaolin at the same time, you should know the consequences!"

"Hehe, even if old Zhenwu is alive at 2.5 years old and has joined my Ten Thousand Scorpions Formation, he will still be hated for it." Nanjiang Scorpion King said with a sinister smile.

"Arrogance!" Zhang Cuifeng yelled, swayed his body, and instantly attacked the biggest blood-red poisonous scorpion in front of him.

That is a real scorpion king!

Whoosh whoosh!

The blood-colored poisonous scorpions on the ground all lifted their tails in an instant and shot out their poisonous juice.

Zhang Cuifeng swept the long sword wildly, the poison stopped outside the light of the sword.

A group of Shaolin monks waved their sticks in their hands, and also swept the poisonous juice out of the defense.

Zhang Cuifeng returned to the original place, frowned and said: "If you want to break the formation of ten thousand scorpions, you must not only kill the big scorpion king, but also deal with the southern Xinjiang scorpion king." The location of the Scorpion King in southern Qing Dynasty.

Once they break through, the poisonous scorpions around them will shoot out venom just like before. .

Chapter 78 Is there a traveler worse than me?

"Fifth Martial Uncle, it's all our fault that we're hurting everyone." A disciple of the True Martial Sect said with self-blame, his face turned blue, showing weakness.

Zhang Cuifeng said: "I don't blame you, the Scorpion King of Southern Border and the Sand King of Northern Desert came here specifically to target our business, and have nothing to do with you."

"Scorpion King, Xuanji is coming, and he is very powerful. Take down these bald donkeys and stinky Taoist priests first."

At this time, a gloomy voice sounded.

The King of Sand in the North Desert reaches the sky.

"What? You didn't deal with those bald donkeys?" Nanjiang Scorpion King asked in surprise.

Mo Tongtian snorted coldly: "Among the group of bald donkeys, there is a little bald donkey, who is a bit evil, and seems to be able to see through the setting sun and fog of my next day."

Xuankong's heart moved.

Little bald donkey?

Is that... Huiwu?

The situation in the exchange battle on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month five years ago immediately came to mind.

"Hold on, once Senior Brother Xuan Ji arrives, this danger can be solved!" Xuan Kong said.

Zhang Cuifeng nodded and tightened his grip on the sword.

A Southern Border Scorpion King is already tough enough, and 26 plus a Northern Desert Sand King...

Whoosh~!

Whoosh~!