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Zhao Wujiang looked back at Yang Miaozhen's condition, his eyebrows furrowed, he wanted to hit Yang Miaozhen's Tanzhong acupoint to temporarily suppress the bad aura.

But it was really difficult for him to hit the Tanzhong acupoint when he was full.

"Offended." Zhao Wujiang apologized with a full face, his fingers dug into the softness, and he lightly tapped on the Tanzhong point, suppressing the disordered breath.

Yang Miaozhen's cheeks were red with embarrassment, her charm was natural, and she didn't say anything. Saving people was the most important thing, and she was a child of the world, so she would not stick to small details.

Zhao Wujiang stepped in and came to the door. At some point, he found that the old monk was no longer there.

It was as if the old monk appeared just to let him stop this matter.

"Humans follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and Tao follows nature!" Li Xuan formed seals with his hands, talismans flying around him, and his aura was overwhelming. He stared at Zhao Wujiang with cold eyes:

"The law of Taoism will kill you!"

Zhao Wujiang was as fast as the wind and punched Li Xuan's sealed hands, forcibly interrupting the spell.

"Ah!" Li Xuan's finger was broken and he was in great pain. Although Taoism's spells were powerful, they needed to be chanted, which led to his successive defeats.

But what he didn't know was that the real strong men in the Taoist sect could often cast spells with just a thought, and would never do this to him.

Zhao Wujiang kept bullying him and punched Li Xuan heavily.

Li Xuan was retreating steadily, with bloody holes appearing on his body. Although his cultivation level was higher than that of Zhao Wujiang, he was constantly crushed by Zhao Wujiang in terms of momentum and energy.

"How is that possible! You are not Zhang Xiaoguo, why should you suppress me?"

Li Xuan was beaten until his hair was disheveled, the lotus crown fell to the ground, and his expression became more twisted and ferocious. Zhang Xiaoguo, the Taoist disciple of the Taoist Tianzong, just suppressed him. Why can a wild cultivator suppress him?

Zhao Wujiang's face was expressionless. In his opinion, the cultivation of the Taoist in front of him was a bit frivolous, but magic should be his strong point. But how could Zhao Wujiang let the Taoist perform magic?

Wouldn't that make you unhappy?

Li Xuan's breath became more and more sluggish, and he said with a sharp expression:

"If you beat me to death, everyone in the Tianzong will definitely hunt you down, leaving you with nowhere to go and nowhere to go!"

"Then if I stop, will you let me go?" Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, with a sarcastic tone.

Li Xuan was stunned. How could it be possible? He would definitely silence himself. How could he let the tiger go back to his mountain?

"Let's see." Zhao Wujiang seemed to have seen through people's hearts and said with a faint smile:

"If I let you go, I will be in trouble, and I will be in trouble if I don't let you go, so why should I let you go?"

Li Xuan became anxious and said angrily: "I can make an oath!"

"boom!"

In response, Zhao Wujiang struck again with a fist filled with martial arts aura, directly breaking his left arm and causing blood to flow all over the ground.

"Abbot!" Li Xuan was covered in blood and his breath was getting weaker. He gradually revealed his despair and roared angrily:

"We have good relations with Buddhism and Taoism, do you want to watch this young man kill me here?

How will the Taoist sect view Lanruo Temple's behavior?

I’m afraid that we are not going to join forces with the royal family to destroy the Buddha again!”

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were coldly staring at the Taoist who was already talking and panicking. He turned his palm and the silver needle shot out. He followed suit and came to Li Xuan's side with the silver needle at the same time and clapped it with his palm.

"boom!"

Li Xuan blocked with both arms, but the powerful and heavy attack made it difficult for him to resist. He wailed, but as soon as he wailed, four silver needles whizzed into his throat.

"Uh...you..." Li Xuan desperately covered his neck, trying to speak out, but his pupils became brighter and brighter. He fell to his knees, grabbed Zhao Wujiang's boots, and looked up.

What he saw was a pair of cold eyes, as if the owner of these eyes was the real Tianzong Wuqingdao monk.

Li Xuan kept whimpering in his throat, and after two breaths, he fell to the ground. When he died, he stiffly knelt down to Zhao Wujiang, and also knelt down to the two junior sisters in the room.

Under the ancient tree in the sky, the old monk shook his head and pitied all living beings:
Chapter completed!