Caught off guard, Zhao Wuji was hit hard and didn't have time to block the attack.

Wang Yuan took a stick and Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a dark look in front of him.

As Boss, Zhao Wuji was not hit by a stick like an ordinary miscellaneous soldier, but he also staggered and fell to the ground.

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A huge damage number floated up, and the sad Zhao Wuji had a total of 1.4 million blood. If this stick went down, Wang Yuan would smash it into red blood.

Su Can trembled all over and was relieved by Wang Yuan in the illusion. He looked at Zhao Wuji on the ground with a blank expression, wondering in his heart: "Huh? What's going on? What about that girl?"

"hey-hey!"

He fucked Zhao Wuji with one stick, and Wang Yuan smiled.

Meow, although Zhao Wuji's martial arts are not very good, he can't resist the fact that he has a thick blood strip. Moreover, this guy is a defensive wave ss, and he is very resistant to beating. If he fights with him one move at a time, he may have to fight. Besides, he has to leave the last knife to Su Can, which is even more difficult to control.

Uncle Mo and Rushuang at the foot of the mountain are still setting fire back and forth, so it is best to fight quickly. While Zhao Wuji is not paying attention, he will just make a stick and be clean and neat.

"Amitabha!"

Wang Yuansong yelled the Buddha's name, stepped forward with his big foot, and viciously stepped on Zhao Wuji's back, lifted up his sleeve and raised the stick and smashed it, cursing and cursing: "I'll make you hurt the world! I'll tell you to show off!"-

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Wang Yuan's divine weapon was heavy in his gesture, and he swung his sticks down with a few sticks. The blood strip on Zhao Wuji's head fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was soon smashed into bloody skin by Wang Yuan.

When there were more than two hundred drops of blood, Wang Yuan stepped on Zhao Wuji's back and said to Su Can: "This grandson will die soon, and the last knife will be left for you!"

"Okay!"

Su Can was the top scholar in martial arts, but was found in Zhao Wuji's house. The father and son became beggars, and they were extremely angry with Zhao Wuji.

Now that Wang Yuan controls Zhao Wuji and asks Su Can to kill him with his own hands, Su Can also ask for it.

But he also knew that his martial arts were insignificant and could not break Zhao Wuji's innate energy at all, so he looked around, picked up a huge rock, and came to Zhao Wuji's side, raised the stone high and was about to smash it down.

"puff!"

But before Su Can's stone was left, a hidden weapon suddenly fell on Su Can's back. Su Can's body shook and vomited blood. The raised boulder slid back and landed on his back, and fell down softly.

"not good!"

Seeing Su Can being suddenly attacked, Wang Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly turned around and looked at it.

A few feet away from the front of the altar, a monk wearing a golden robe floated over and came to Su Can.

"This is a master of Shaolin Temple??!!"

Seeing the monk Wang Yuan was slightly stunned.

This monk looked at his dress and was obviously from the same school as his master. He was a master of Shaolin Temple. However, Wang Yuan had never seen this person before. He was certainly not a master of the Xuanzi family of Xuan Ci.

Moreover, this monk's body skills are extremely fast, just like an ordinary master of the Xuan generation, and at least not weaker than Zhao Wuji.

Although there are many masters in Shaolin Temple, there are only less than ten people with such cultivation. Basically, Wang Yuan also knew each other, but this monk was so nervous. Who was it?

Just as Wang Yuan was stunned, the monk emitted a faint blue cold light in one move, and poked Su Cantian Spiritual Glass.

"stop!"

Wang Yuan shouted loudly and stretched out his right hand to block Su Can.

"puff!!"

The monk's finger poked Wang Yuan's palm. Wang Yuan suddenly felt a domineering and cold finger force coming, and he sealed his palm in an instant.

"Cold Ice True Qi? No... This is the finger force!" Wang Yuan frowned, secretly exerting internal energy in his palm to disperse the cold energy.

But in this moment of stunned silence, the monk had already printed his palm on Wang Yuan’s chest.

"Bang!"

A palm fell and made a thunderous sound. Wang Yuan was beaten and took a step back, and his true energy in his chest was slightly blocked.

"The Vajra Indestructible Magical Art of the Monk in the Sky?!" The monk had not hurt Wang Yuan with a palm. He stared at the boss with his eyes, muttered in horror, and poked at Wang Yuan's door.

Just now, Wang Yuan was hit twice in a row by the monk in order to protect Su Can. At this time, Wang Yuan had already recovered and faced the monk's finger force.

Wang Yuan used the round force with his left hand and the horizontal force with his right hand. The air wall blocked the monk's cold finger force. His right hand then converted the finger force into [Don't use the hidden dragon] and slapped the monk's shoulder with a palm.

"Bang!"

The monk couldn't hide and was hit by Wang Yuan's palm.

Fortunately, his finger was just to test Wang Yuan's skills and did not use all his strength. Otherwise, if he returned this palm, he would have been seriously injured by Wang Yuan.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!!!"

The monk seemed to be quite afraid of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Seeing Wang Yuan raise his hand and use two Dragon Subduing Palms, he simply used the force to float backwards, jumped to the edge of the altar, and shouted: "Good monk, he is worthy of being a master disciple under Abbot Xuanci. We will have a chance in the future!"

After saying that, the monk took out three white beads and smashed them on the ground.

With a "boom!", the altar was covered with white smoke, and the smoke dissipated, and the monk disappeared.

"This...who is this?" Wang Yuan was still confused.

This monk knew the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art and must be a Shaolin disciple, but the Yin and Cold finger power is definitely not the skill of Shaolin Temple. Moreover, judging from his reaction to the Dragon Subduing Palm, it seems that he suffered a loss under the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. When did Shaolin Temple have such a master npc?

Why did this guy appear in the Tianli Sect? Why does it seem like killing Su Can to save Zhao Wuji? Is it true that the Tianli Sect has something to do with Shaolin Temple?

The more Wang Yuan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't believe that Shaolin Temple would be related to a cannibal cult like the Tianli Sect.

Although this old guy Xuanci is a bit slutty, he is definitely not a bad person. How could he have something to do with the Tianli Sect?

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Wang Yuan was thinking about it, Su Bao had woken up at some point, and ran to the altar and picked up the dying Su Can.

Wang Yuan then remembered that his mission almost failed, so he quickly took out a bottle of instant blood-recovering medicine and stuffed it into Su Can's mouth.

"Ahem!"

Su Can coughed and woke up, and the blood strips on his head also recovered as before.

"You're awake!" Wang Yuan happily picked up the huge rock and handed it to Su Can and said, "Hurry, kill Zhao Wuji, he will die soon!"

Su Can reached out and took the stone from Wang Yuan's hand, but when he raised his hand, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"This...what's going on?" Su Can was about to get up, but staggered on the ground. At this time, Su Can's hands and feet were no longer able to use strength.

"What's the situation?" Wang Yuan was also a little surprised and hurriedly threw a detection technique over.

I saw that there was a line at the bottom of Su Can’s message: both tendons and veins were abandoned.

"Damn it! No way!"

Wang Yuan was a little confused. The monk just now actually destroyed Su Can's tendons and veins. In other words, Su Can has now completely become a useless person.

Not only can I no longer exert my strength with both hands and feet, but I can't even practice internal strength, so I can only reach out to beg for food in the future.

"No...I'm not a useless person! I don't want to be a useless person, I'm the top martial arts scholar..."

Su Can, who learned that he was already a useless person, collapsed directly. After a long time of silence, he began to talk to himself, lying on the ground and trying hard to get up to prove himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not give up any effort.

"oops……"

Seeing Su Can like this, Wang Yuan also looked regretful. From the top martial arts scholar to nothing, and from nothing to a useless person, his life was really ups and downs.

What’s even more sad is that Su Can becomes like this and cannot kill Zhao Wuji no matter what. If he cannot kill Zhao Wuji, he cannot join the Beggars’ Sect…

Could it be that even beggars can’t be regarded as beggars?

"Master, why is this happening?" Su Bao was panicked when he saw that his son had become like this, and asked, shaking Wang Yuan's arm.

"This is Zhao Wuji!" Wang Yuan pointed helplessly at Zhao Wuji who was lying on the ground and venting but not breathing.

"Bastard, why are you hurting my son!" Su Bao walked to Zhao Wuji angrily, raised his foot and kicked Zhao Wuji's head, asking while kicking-

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A series of forced blood drains floated up on Zhao Wuji's head.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the angry Su Bao and asked Wang Yuan: "Monk, can you give me some fun! I don't want to die at the hands of such a person!"

"Who was that monk just now?" Wang Yuan asked back.

Zhao Wuji said weakly: "My master!"

"Nonsense, I'll ask him what his name is!" Wang Yuan said angrily. He could either help him in this situation, either his master or his father.

Zhao Wuji is such a cruel bastard, he must have no parents.

"No...I don't know...I really don't know!" Zhao Wuji shook his head.

He only knew that the monk passed on his martial arts and brought up the Tianli Sect with one hand, but Zhao Wuji knew nothing about the monk's identity.
To be continued...