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Zhao Wujiang looked back at Yang Miaozhen's situation and frowned. He wanted to give Yang Miaozhen a tip to temporarily suppress the bad breath.

But it was really difficult for him to dodge the Tan Zhong acupoint in the midst of fullness.

"Occurrence." Zhao Wujiang's face was full of apology, his fingers were deeply trapped in the softness, and he gently tapped on the Tan Zhong acupoint, pressing down the disordered aura.

Yang Mianzhen's cheeks were blushing, and she was charming and didn't say anything. It's important to save people. She is also a child of the world, so she will not stick to the minor details.

Zhao Wujiang stepped in and came outside the door. He found that at some point the old monk was gone.

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

"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, the Tao follows nature!" Li Xuan made seals with both hands, and the talismans around him flew with force, and his aura was imminent, staring at Zhao Wujiang coldly:

"Daofa Tiankong!"

Zhao Wujiang was as fast as the wind, punching Li Xuan's sealed hands, forcibly interrupting the casting of the spell.

"Ah!" Li Xuan's finger broke, in great pain. Although the Taoist spells were powerful, they needed to chant, which led to his successive defeats.

But what he didn't know was that the real strong people in the Taoist sect often could use magic with one thought, and would not use such ink at all.

Zhao Wujiang kept bullying himself in front of him and punched Li Xuan hard.

Li Xuan retreated step by step, and blood holes appeared on his body. Although his cultivation level was higher than Zhao Wujiang, his aura and energy were constantly crushed by Zhao Wujiang.

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

Li Xuan was beaten to the point of disheveling hair, and his lotus crown fell to the ground, his expression became more and more distorted and ferocious. Even if the Taoist Tianzong Daoist Zhang Xiaoguo suppressed him, why can a wild cultivator in the martial arts world suppress him?

Zhao Wujiang had no expression on his face. The cultivation level of the Taoist man in front of him seemed to him a bit vain, but magic should be his strength, but how could Zhao Wujiang let the Taoist man use magic?

Isn't that unhappy for yourself?

Li Xuan's aura became more and more sluggish, and he said:

"If you kill me, the Tianzong will definitely chase you, so that you can leave the world without any way!"

"Then I'll stop, will you let me go?" Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, his tone was sarcastic.

Li Xuan was stunned. How could he be? He would inevitably silence him. How could he let the tiger go back to the mountain?

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

"I have trouble letting you go, and I won't let you go, so why should I let you go?"

Li Xuan was anxious and said angrily: "I can make a vow!"

"Bang!"

In response to him, Zhao Wujiang hit the fist with a vast martial arts aura, which directly broke his left arm and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Abbot!" Li Xuan was covered in blood, his breath became more and more sluggish. He gradually showed despair and shouted angrily:

"My Buddhism and Taoism are in good terms. Do you want to watch this slut kill me here?

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

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

Zhao Wujiang looked at the Taoist who was already talking nonsense. He flipped his palm and the silver needle whistled out. He followed him and came to Li Xuan at the same time with the silver needle and slapped it with his palm.

"Bang!"

Li Xuan blocked his arms, but the powerful and heavy attack made him difficult to resist. He wailed, but as soon as the wailing came out, four silver needles roared into his throat.

"Uh...you..." Li Xuan tried his best to cover his neck, trying to speak, but his pupils became more and more refreshed. He fell to the ground, grabbed Zhao Wujiang's boots and looked up.

What I saw was a pair of cold eyes, as if the master of these eyes was the real ruthless Taoist monk of the Tianzong.

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

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