Screams keep coming.

Nan Chen slapped out with a palm, and the mysterious energy shook.

Two minions from Dragon and Tiger Hall were directly photographed on the ground.

Qiu Sheng’s literary talent is also a very powerful one.

Although these people are holding knives, they can't get close to them.

And that's not over yet.

The elder sister of the Yuanshang Temple on the other side suddenly ordered:

"Dare to come to my temple to cause trouble.

Incested my master.

Junior sisters, beat them out!"

"yes!"

Seventy or eighty young nuns who had gathered together rushed up with sticks.

They have low cultivation levels and are all younger generations.

The one with the highest cultivation level is the eldest sister, but the sixth level of the yellow level.

After all, there are still a few people with talent like Nanchen.

More, only the second and third levels of the yellow level.

But even so, under the premise of operating the Taoist practice, the strength will not be inferior to a strong man, or even stronger.

Agility and insight are also much stronger.

Now that I rushed into the square, there was a melee.

These little minions from Longhu Hall, look at the venue and there is no problem with street fighting.

If you fight with a practitioner, can you have a chance of winning?

Even if there are five hundred people, the number of people is absolutely superior.

But when they were beaten, they were beaten to scream.

This can even be a fart...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Long Batian was just one-sided.

This made Long Batian panic. If this continues, the morale of these minions will be gone.

Then, will you be so messed up?

So, he hurriedly said to the three old men beside him:

“Three, these people are really difficult to deal with.

Please let the three of you take action!”

These three are monks from Bailian Mountain in Guangdong and Guangxi.

They are all in their sixties, and they look like a little old man.

When I traveled to Jinling City, I was invited to Longhu Hall as a guest.

I happened to meet Long Buao and was injured, so I asked him to come and help.

The three old men smiled.

The old man with a beard in the lead said:

"Don't worry, these little babies can be killed with your hand."

When Long Batian heard this, he was overjoyed.

"That's great, please ask three of you to take action!

Afterwards, there will be a thank you very much.”

The three old men grinned.

One of the beards said:

"Brother, second brother, let me take action!"

The other two old men nodded.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the beard step forward.

Suddenly, a violent aura flowed.

And from behind, he pulled out a black flag.

As soon as the banner came out, the other party suddenly jumped up.

The flag was rushing, and the black air was emitting.

He also saw Nanchen and others, as well as the nuns on the other side, and waved the two flags violently.

The flag whistled.

Suddenly, two violent cold winds swept through.

The cold wind was like a level 9 typhoon.

It's coming, and it's biting cold.

Nanchen only felt a cold around him and his breath surged.

Immediately under the violent cold wind, I retreated repeatedly and couldn't stand firmly.

You know, Nan Chen's strength is comparable to that of the fifth level of the Xuan level.

He couldn't stand firm.

How can Qiu Sheng Wencai and others, as well as those nuns in Yuanshang Temple who have only the second or third level of the Yellow Level, resist?

For a moment, the crowd rolled.

They were blown to the ground by the violent cold wind.

A few of them fell to the ground, and their heads were bleeding.

The powerful and unstoppable Nanchen side just now.

But under this black flag.

It was swept into pieces and had no resistance.
Chapter completed!