Calamity Crown

"I hope they make a choice, otherwise..."

The old monk said something, then lowered his head again.

"The old bald donkey talks in secret. Aren't you just worried about the 'Emperor Lotus Sect'? Didn't you guess who it was before? Do you still need to think about it now? Isn't it Zhao Shan!"

The old Taoist was very dissatisfied with the way his friend spoke.

"I know, but if Zhao Shan is a member of the 'Emperor Lotus Sect', then 'Qian Kun' and Jiang's fist will..."

"He's also a member of the 'Emperor Lotus Sect'!"

"You mean to say this?"

The old Taoist interrupted Mo Mo Haw's friend, and then the old Taoist whispered to himself: "I'm curious who Zhao Shan, 'Qian Kun', and Jiang Yiquan are in charge of."

And the answer came quickly.

Two figures approached in the distance.

It was 'Qian Kun' punching Jiang.

I don't see Zhao Shan.

Chapter 79 If you want to see it, then I will show it to you!

The old Taoist looked at 'Qian Kun' and Jiang Yiquan and couldn't help but smiled.

The old monk looked at 'Qian Kun' and Jiang punched him with a mournful face.

"Zhao Shan...Zhao Shan..."

The old Taoist muttered softly several times, and his tone became more and more severe.

The old monk said nothing, just glanced back and forth between 'Qian Kun' and Jiang Yiquan.

'Qian Kun' and Jiang Yiquan stopped at the same time.

"Senior Brother Xuan Bei, can we talk?"

Jiang opened his mouth with a fist.

Jiang Yiquan used to be a lay disciple of 'Dalin Temple', the same generation as Xuan Bei, but every time he called him senior brother to show respect.

In the past, Xuan Bei naturally agreed.

And now?

"Don't dare, don't dare, the poor monk doesn't dare to be Jiang's benefactor's brother, he can't afford it."

The old monk smiled and waved his hands. The body sitting on the ground stood up slowly with the support of one hand.

Jiang punched back without hesitation.

Shrunk directly behind the 'Qian Kun'.

As a lay disciple of the 'Dalin Temple', Jiang Yiquan knew Xuan Bei's strength and talent.

Why did he call Xuan Bei, who was younger than him, senior brother?

It's because of respect.

But how did you come to respect?

hit out!

At that time, Jiang Yiquan was known as the 'No. 1 Layman Disciple', and he was naturally unconvinced in the face of Xuan Bei, who was called a genius.

Private challenges arose naturally.

Thirteen times in a row.

Thirteen defeats in a row.

Jiang Yiquan not only lost the competition, but also lost his spirit.

Even, Jiang Yiquan gave up his original idea of ​​preparing to become a monk, and went directly to the rivers and lakes. When he met the invitation of the 'Emperor Lotus Sect', he joined without even thinking about it.

He wanted to find a chance to defeat Xuan Bei.

But the previous battle told him that he was still far behind.

If there is no chance, then do not make a move, then retreat.

Jiang Yiquan, who was very sober, would not rush forward.

'Qian Kun' stood on the spot, looking at Jiang Yi punched with a trace of contempt, but when he looked at the old monk, he had a dignified expression - he hit the old monk's chest with his long-planned palm, Normal people have died long ago and can't die anymore, but the old monk is still alive, which is enough to explain the problem.

"Xuan Bei, Ling Xiaozi, my family leader is kind, I hope you can join the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and be willing to treat each other as Dharma kings."

'Qian Kun' said seriously.

In addition to the leader of the "Emperor Lotus Sect", there are also two envoys on the left and right, and four kings of Dharma.

Among them, his (her) "Qian Kun" is the left and right envoys.

Among the four great dharma kings, besides Jiang Yiquan, there are also Wang and Li.

Of course, if Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi are willing to agree, one of Jiang Yiquan, Wang, and Li can go down.

Don't want to?

Then go to hell.

'Qian Kun' stared at the old monk and the old Taoist priest gloomily.

"Heh, the seat of Dharma King? The old Taoist sits down and still lacks a flute boy. Are you right?"

"Damn hermaphrodite!"

"Rotten ass!"

The old Taoist sneered again and again.

'Qiankun' narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black and white energy in his palm began to surge out, heading straight for Ling Xiaozi.

The old Taoist raised his hand and drew a circle to stop the black and white.

With a flash, the old monk stood in front of Jiang Yiquan who was about to attack again.

"Brother!"

Jiang fisted again and saluted.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Benefactor Jiang is a great talent, a poor monk is not worthy, let's try again..."

"It's a matter of life and death!"

At the beginning, the old monk was calm and smiling, but his eyes widened as he spoke, and his whole body inflated like a balloon.

In an instant, the old monk turned into a three-meter-tall, muscular little giant.

Like a King Kong glaring.

"you!"

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa?!"

Jiang punched and exclaimed.

"wrong!"

"Yes, subduing demons!"

The voice fell.

Woo!

The fist hit like a battering ram.

The violent fist wind was blowing the surrounding soil and gravel, but the inexplicable suction force locked Jiang Yi's fist firmly, making it impossible for Jiang Yi's punch to dodge at all, and he could only receive the punch head-on.

Jiang Yi punched with fear, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and punched out.

The fist has a slight metallic luster.

Great Vajra Fist, but without the fearlessness of Vajra, what he has is just cowardice.

Wisps of black smoke appeared on the fist.

The smoke is like a living thing, turning into the five poisonous things of spiders, centipedes, toads, snakes and scorpions, soaring up.

"Emperor Lotus Sect" secret "Five Poison God's Palm".

Suction of marrow and melting of bones, those who are injured are hopeless.

"Brother, you forced me!"

Jiang punched and shouted.

Xuan Bei's fist arrived.

boom!

When the fists of the two sides collided, the smoke of the five poisons eroded Xuan Bei, but it couldn't penetrate the skin, it could only spin around on the skin, and the huge force on Xuan Bei's fist was the Vajra Fist that smashed Jiang's punch, and even All muscles, bones, and even half of his body were gone.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk turned around and punched again.

This punch hit 'Qian Kun' back.

The old Taoist priest who drew a circle with both palms doubled his speed, and the five poisonous smoke absorbed by the old monk's body immediately gathered in the circle in his hand, and then went towards 'Qian Kun'.

"Humph!"

Facing the front and rear pincers, 'Qian Kun' snorted coldly, and the black and white aura became more and more intense.

But at this moment, the body of 'Qian Kun' trembled, and a flash of thunder flashed around him.

The fine wind blades, like time blades, densely wrapped his whole body.

"Zhen, Xun!"

'Qian Kun' looked gloomy.

Then, split into two.

One male and one female.

Men hold white qi and are extremely masculine.

The woman holds black energy and is as soft as water.

What's more, just when the 'Qian Kun' was divided into two, his whole body turned from reality to emptiness, and all his attacks fell through.

Although it was only for an instant, it was enough for 'Qian Kun'.

The white air was like thunder, extremely violent.

The black air is like a tide, endless.

boom!

In the loud noise, Xun and Zhen were directly sent flying.

The old Taoist made circles on the spot and unloaded his strength several times, and then counterattacked back the strength of the blessing on him again. The old monk, who was like a king kong, did not dodge or evade, and resisted hard blows.

But it didn't work!

The moment 'Qian Kun' changed from two people to one person, and then back to one person, there was a phantom again, making the attacks of Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi in vain.

And after this move, the old monk's diamond-like body began to leak air, and the old Taoist priest's face was like gold paper, shaking.

'Dui', who wanted to step forward, was struck flying by 'Qian Kun'.

"You slut, I'll concoct you later."

"Now, what else do you two have to say?"

When 'Qian Kun' uttered the first sentence, it was a female voice with a woman's face. When the second sentence was asked, the whole person turned back and became a male voice with a man's face.

"Old hermaphrodite, bah."

The old Taoist spat blood and cursed.