There seems to be no answer to this question, and only the two of them know who will lose and who will win. According to Wu Feng's guess, no one won. He just played a draw. When the two slapped that palm, Wu Feng kept watching. The strength of the two should be equal, and each of them took several steps, which seemed to be difficult. The reason why the White Tiger Elder turned around was just to find a step for himself. The two elders of the White Lotus Sect met the masters of Maoshan. If they didn't take action, they wouldn't be able to explain to Bai Maitreya even if he went back.

In fact, the two elders also knew in their hearts that the strengths of the two sides were too different. You could tell at a glance that the two elders might not have to help them with them. To deal with him, the two elders looked up to them at once. In fact, the fact is the same. It was just the leader of the northern branch of the Suzhou branch, that is, the fat monk, who almost took his life. Any elders, Baihu and Zhuque, could easily take his life.

This time, it was another lucky one, and he was born with good luck.

Wu Feng thought so in his heart.

But then I thought about it again. It was because of this that the two elders did not bring other White Lotus masters over. They would definitely not have thought that when they intercepted themselves, a large group of Maoshan masters would suddenly appear. Among their teams, only Baihu and Zhuque were the strongest. The fat monk Huineng was second, and the rest was a group of mobs, and they had no combat power at all. Once they fought, how to face the more than 30 Maoshan masters.

A discerning person can tell at once that the two elders would not be stupid enough to fight against the masters like Maoshan. The only way is to retreat from each other and not disturb each other.

In addition, both sides have their own fears, so there is no possibility of a fight.

Suddenly, Wu Feng felt his shoulders sinking, and almost pressed himself down. He turned his head and saw that the yellow-haired monkey jumped onto his shoulder again. The yellow-haired monkey had been hit by several arrows just now. After the mutation, he had a thick skin and no matter what. This little thing cared about Wu Feng first, and hugged Wu Feng's head and looked left and then. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he laughed at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng, you are okay, a voice sounded behind you. Wu Feng turned his head to look, but saw Doctor Xue strode towards him, grabbed Wu Feng's shoulder, looked up and down, then took out a small bottle from his body, poured out a few pills, stuffed them into Wu Feng's mouth, and sighed: Fortunately, it's just that spiritual power is exhausted and it has not damaged the origin. These are the few pills left, which I have made, made by the Thousand Years Old Mountain. It can help you recover some physical strength. After two or three hours, it will be better.
Chapter completed!