"This guy... is indeed a monster! Kill him!"

The handsome young man looked frightened, and the three of them quickly dispersed. Facing the demon, fighting at close range was very dangerous.

However, the old monk with white eyebrows suddenly flashed and appeared in front of the handsome young man who retreated as if teleporting, and he grabbed it with his palm forward!

"puff!"

The handsome young man's body was shaken. He looked down and saw that the white-browed old monk's palm pierced his chest like a sharp blade and dug out a bloody heart!

"You...you..." The handsome young man struggled to say something, but his body lost strength and slowly fell to the ground.

"Liu Wen!"

The cold man exclaimed when he saw this. How could this fellow junior fellow student die so easily in front of his eyes?

"Let's go! This is a general-level monster, we can't deal with it!" As for the middle-aged man, he shouted with a pale face. They passed by this temple not long ago and were keenly aware of the weirdness here, guessing that there might be a monster.

Take a position and prepare to kill it.

The heart of a monster can be sold for a large amount of spiritual stones in the immortal sect and even in the Great Xia Dynasty. However, the combat power displayed by the white-browed old monk is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary soldier-level monsters.

The general-level demons of the basic immortal cultivators are simply not something they can deal with!

"Crack!"

The white-browed old monk flicked his hand, and the heart in his hand flew towards the cold man. The cold man was completely frightened, and subconsciously caught it, but the heart that was still beating in his hand and the warm touch made the cold man's whole body tremble.

Shaking, the heart and teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

When the white-browed old monk saw the smashed teacup on the ground and the tea all over the floor, blood spewed from his eyes: "You dare to waste this poor monk's precious tea? You will die!"

With a terrifying burst of speed like teleportation, the white-browed old monk appeared in front of the cold man in a flash, and suddenly punched out!

The cold man hurriedly tried to do something, but it was too late. The white-browed old monk was as fast as a ghost, giving him no chance to connect with his seal to cast a spell!

"boom!"

This punch hit the Yin Leng man's chest, and there was a dull sound. The whole chest of the Yin Leng man collapsed. A big living person weighing more than 100 kilograms was thrown more than ten meters away by the punch and fell to the ground.

In the courtyard of the temple, I died before I even had time to scream!

The middle-aged man's body trembled when he saw this. He was just a cultivator at the sixth or seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. Faced with the white-browed old monk who killed two companions in a row, he had no intention of fighting at all. He immediately turned around and wanted to escape.

"Unlucky! Unlucky! There is such a terrifying demon entrenched in such a small place!" The middle-aged man shouted in his heart, this is too unlucky!

But the devil-like shadow of the white-browed old monk had already blocked his path, and his blood-red eyes looked at him coldly: "You also want to waste the poor monk's precious tea?"

"No...I didn't." The middle-aged man was so frightened that his body was shaking and he was sweating. He didn't dare to make any move at such a close distance, otherwise the white-browed old monk could kill him with just a raise of his hand!

The middle-aged man glanced at the green tea in the teacup in his hand, gritted his teeth, and drank it in one gulp.

The white-browed old monk nodded with satisfaction and moved out of the way.

"Quick... quick!"

The middle-aged man was stunned and immediately fled out of the temple without hesitation, not caring about the corpses of his two companions. Such a terrifying monster could only be dealt with by the elders of their sect!

"Plop!"

However, as soon as the middle-aged man ran to the door of the temple, he felt the world spinning, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.

"The tea... is poisonous." This was the middle-aged man's last thought.

"Is this guy...a human or a demon?"

In less than half a minute, Tang Jie saw the white-browed old monk crushing three immortal cultivators like three ants to death. His eyes were full of solemnity. The white-browed old monk in front of him was the same as the previous one.

The Blood Cloud Thief looks very much like a demon and a human being.

But what is certain is that this white-browed old monk is very strong, and the group of Blood Cloud Thieves are just a bunch of rabble compared to him!

Tang Jie had already stood up from the ground because the white-browed old monk was walking towards him.

"Donor, doesn't this tea suit your taste? Why don't you drink it?"

The white-browed old monk looked at Tang Jie with a puzzled look. The bloody light in his eyes disappeared. He looked like an ordinary monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. However, he witnessed the white-browed old monk easily solving the three immortal cultivators who came to his door. Tang Jie

But I don't think they are harmless.

Tang Jie doesn't know how to drink this green tea. The middle-aged man just now is a role model.

A smile appeared on Tang Jie's face: "This tea... drink it yourself!"

Whoosh!

Tang Jie suddenly flicked his wrist and spilled the tea in the cup. Infused with his Gang Qi, the drops of tea spilled out were like bullets, tearing the air and bombarding the white-browed old monk!

This white-browed old monk is by no means a kind person, Tang Jie will not hold back, he will strike first to gain the upper hand!

"Puff puff!"

The white-browed old monk seemed to have realized it early. He poured all his strength into his sleeves, and with a sudden flick, the water droplets filled with Gang Qi were blown away by him with his sleeves, and landed on the side next to him.

A series of sounds were made on the stone pillars supporting the house, leaving holes the size of peanuts!

These water droplets are infused with Tang Jie's Gang Qi. If they fall on a flesh and blood body, they will definitely blast out transparent blood holes in the human body!

"This old monk... is a very powerful warrior! A very powerful warrior!" Seeing this scene, Tang Jie looked extremely solemn.

It is still unclear whether this white-browed old monk is a demon Tang Jie, but one thing that is certain is that the white-browed old monk is a warrior like him, and may be the strongest warrior he has ever seen, with unfathomable strength!

The white-browed old monk looked at the holes left on his sleeves, and a look of surprise appeared on his old face: "The demon-suppressing cassock that can damage a poor monk with water droplets? You are a martial artist who can refine qi into a gang."

Grandmaster?"

The white-browed old monk was very surprised. It was very rare among warriors to refine Qi into Gang. However, a young martial arts master like Tang Jie, even the most evil young warrior in their sect, could not achieve this at Tang Jie's age.

Far from it!

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tang Jie stared at the old monk with white eyebrows and asked coldly.

The white-browed old monk smiled when he heard this: "The poor monk's name is Zhitian, and he is the successor of Tantric Buddhism."

"Tantrism?" Tang Jie didn't know what Tantra was, but it should be one of the Buddhist sects. This white-browed old monk was also a member of the Buddhist sect?

Tang Jie was about to ask something when a blood-red light suddenly bloomed in the eyes of the old monk with white eyebrows. His face changed at every turn, and a cold murderous intention appeared on his face: "Boy, you dare to waste this poor monk's precious treasure tea. You need to repent to the Buddha today."

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call out!

The moment the words fell, the white-browed old monk suddenly rushed towards Tang Jie without any warning. The distance of several meters passed in an instant, and blood spurted out from his eyes, which was extremely frightening.

"Draw your sword. Cut!"

Tang Jie was well prepared, and the palm of his hand pressed on the handle of the knife instantly drew out the knife. A silvery-white sword broke free from the shackles of the scabbard, roaring like an evil dragon, and beheaded the white-browed old monk who was rushing towards him.

Jie has been saving up for a long time, and both speed and strength have reached a peak!

"puff!"

This knife slashed through the white-browed old monk's waist, cutting his body in two from the middle!

"Cut in the air?" Tang Jie's pupils shrank slightly. The sword he was determined to win actually missed the point. What he just struck was just an afterimage of the white-browed old monk!

"Your heart... must be delicious!" The white-browed old monk appeared behind Tang Jie like a ghost, smiling sternly, with five fingers bent into claws, and he grabbed Tang Jie's back with one claw and five fingers.
Chapter completed!