"Hahahaha..." The middle-aged man in black suddenly burst into laughter.

Dugu Xian and Zhao Ru frowned at him.

Cold dew smiled faintly.

The middle-aged man in black laughed endlessly, and the crazy laughter vibrated everywhere.

It’s just that the birds had been scared away by Dugu Xian before, so there was no change around them, only shocking laughter.

Dugu Xian's face was gloomy.

Zhao Ru's face was not good either.

The middle-aged man in black obviously mocked the Southern Prince's Mansion for raising high and trampling low, and was afraid of the remnant temple.

Only the cold expression was still the same, and even a little smile was on his face, looking at the middle-aged man in black like a fun.

After a moment, the middle-aged man in black slowly lowered his laughter.

Dugu Xian said coldly: "Have you laughed enough?!"

"Don't the little prince find it funny?"

"What's funny?"

"There are some fears in the Nanwang Mansion, and I was let go because I am a disciple of Kurong Temple." The middle-aged man in black smiled again: "Don't the Nanwang Mansion pay the most attention to rules and justice? Is this fair and unfair?"

"What do you think?" Dugu Xian said.

The middle-aged man in black shook his head: "Isn't this talking about human feelings because of Kurong Temple? If you talk about human feelings, what's the fairness to say!"

Zhao Ru frowned.

She was also puzzled, was this Kurong Temple very strong, even stronger than the Nanwang Mansion, so the prince was afraid of this guy?

Dugu Xian said slowly: "Since that's the case, what do you want?"

"I heard the name of the little prince for a long time." The middle-aged man in black suddenly shook his clothes, then he took two steps towards him slowly, and he was approaching, and punched him with one punch: "Look at the fist!"

This punch seemed to be a joke, light and fluttering, without a trace of anger, without a trace of murderous intent.

Even slowly got closer.

Dugu Xian seemed to be stunned and let his fist approach it. He pressed his palm out until he was close to his chest.

"Bang!"

The fist exploded like a huge rock hitting the lake, and there were ripples in the void in front of Dugu Xian.

Dugu Xian's body shook with the ripples, and he staggered back three steps, his face turned red and white.

Zhao Ruqing couldn't help but take a step forward to support him, but Leng Lu grabbed her arm.

Zhao Ru hurriedly turned her head to look at her.

Leng Lu shook her head.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man in black squirted a blood arrow up to the sky, shaking as if he was drunk, and finally fell to the ground with a "bang".

Blood gu Xian's mouth gushed out of blood and his face was pale.

The middle-aged man in black stood up with difficulty, his legs trembled as if he was overwhelmed, and he stared at Dugu Xian in disbelief.

Dugu Xian casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Want to come again?"

"...I am worthy of being the little prince!" The middle-aged man in black sneered: "I was beaten by my Nirvana God Fist, but I was just a minor injury. I admire him!"

Dugu Xian said: "I am worthy of being a disciple of Kurong Temple. I can handle this Wusheng Palm enough."

"Take me another punch!" The middle-aged man in black suddenly punched another punch.

The punch was incredibly fast, as if the words had not yet fallen, and the fist had reached Dugu Xian's chest.

Dugu Xian was still dumbfounded as if he didn't react. When his fist approached, he barely avoided it while he was slacking off.

This palm seems to be the same as before, and it is invisible and invisible.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man in black stopped moving for a moment, and then he spurted a blood arrow upwards, and his fist was not even able to stick to Dugu Xian.

He staggered like drunkenness, shaking backwards.

The eyes were confused and puzzled.

Even though his palm was one meter away from him, there was no sign of surging palm force attack.

Moreover, he has already urged the body to transport the protective energy to the limit to prevent Dugu Xian from having any problems.

But it just can't be prevented!

This palm firmly penetrated the protective energy, causing the stars in front of him to flash and buzz in his ears.

The chest contains vomiting, slightly fishy and slightly sweet.

He swayed and finally fell to the ground, and tried hard to support himself. His hands were unable to support himself, and his legs were even weaker.

Dugu Xian walked up to him and looked down at him, as calm as before: "The martial arts of Kurong Temple is indeed unique!"

In addition to the people from the Nanwang Mansion, this person is the strongest one he has ever seen, although it is caused by the use of unique secret techniques to activate potential.

But his original cultivation is already extremely high, far superior to his peers.

"Haha..." The middle-aged man in black smiled strangely.

He felt that Dugu Xian's words were sarcasm and ridicule, and he hated that he was powerless and could not justify the name of Kurong Temple.

Dugu Xian said: "You still want to take revenge?"

"Natural!" The middle-aged man in black gritted his teeth: "If you don't take revenge from your brothers, you will not be a human being!"

"Oh..., why bother!" Dugu Xian shook his head.

The middle-aged man in black said, "If you don't want me to take revenge, then kill me!"

"It's not that step yet." Dugu Xian said: "For this, I will destroy your cultivation for the time being, so as not to die in vain and force your father to kill you."

As he spoke, he gently slapped the middle-aged man in black.

The middle-aged man in black quickly turned gray.

He stared at Dugu Xian fiercely.

Dugu Xian smiled: "If you can recover your cultivation, you can continue to look for me to see if you can stop me."

"I can!" said the middle-aged man in black gritting his teeth.

Dugu Xian turned around and looked at Leng Lu: "Aunt Leng, how about it?"

"Very good." Cold Lu took a lotus step and Yingying came to the middle-aged man in black and gently hooked his little finger.

A piece of jade pendant suddenly flew out of the middle-aged man's chest in black and fell into her palm: "This is just interest."

"You..." The middle-aged man in black changed his face.

Leng Lu snorted: "Is this more precious than your martial arts?"

"It's indeed more precious!" The middle-aged man in black gritted his teeth and said, "I would rather you kill me."

"I think beautifully." Leng Lu put the jade pendant into Luoshui and said lightly: "Then let's go."

"Let's go." Dugu Xian agreed.

He looked at the middle-aged man in black deeply: "I have room for action. Kurong Temple can find ways to help you. If you change your father, you will definitely die once you decide to take action."

He knew that Li Chengkong had a technique where the Yuanli was hidden in the other party's body, and once it touched, it exploded, caught off guard, with amazing power, and was almost dead.

His heat was not enough, and he couldn't do this. All he could do was leave a piece of energy in the middle-aged man in black.

This Yuanli will resist the invasion of other Yuanli, just like the protective qi of a middle-aged man in black. If you want to help him recover from his injuries, you need to break through the Yuanli.

He believed that in this world, it was rare to break through his own Yuanli, and it depends on whether Kurong Temple is so powerful.

Even if he can break his Yuanli, Yuanli will continue to attack, which will not be so easy to help the middle-aged man in black recover.

The three of them floated away, leaving the middle-aged man in black to stay where he was.

He coughed several times, spitted two mouthfuls of blood, slowly took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it.

The Buddhist beads suddenly burst into golden light.

He slowly hung the Buddhist beads on his neck, sat slowly on the mud, sat cross-legged, lowered his eyes and looked solemn.

He murmured, and as he whispered, the light of the Buddhist beads spread out and slowly soaked his body, but was soon expelled by invisible force.

He stopped reciting scriptures, his face turned gloomy, and finally realized Dugu Xian's viciousness and had a backup plan.

The Buddhist beads were still emitting bright light, trying to penetrate into his body, but unfortunately the invisible power kept blocking it and could not make any progress.

Finally, the light finally dissipated, and his face was still as pale as paper.

After a while, a middle-aged monk with purple cassock strode to the stars and tithes.

"Senior Brother Xu Ming." The middle-aged man in black stood up with difficulty.
Chapter completed!