"This is what you ask for yourself, don't say I'm bullying you!" The temple prince said to everyone around him hypocritically.

"Hmph!" Murong rolled his eyes: "You are afraid that you will be willing to shoot my husband to death."

"Assuming!" The three beauties, Man Ke'ai, Bai Liuli, and Zhong Baobao, couldn't stand the prince of the temple who pretended to be a b.

"Come on, senior brother! We support you to beat that trash!" The disciples of the temple fell to support the temple master.

"It's until the ignorant servant can't take care of himself!"

"Give him a lesson. Who is not good to provoke? How dare you provoke people from our temple!"

...

"Fenghua and snowy night!" The young master of the temple said that he would not bully the small by the big, but he took the lead in attacking.

I saw a darkness covering Anlinyuan. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the falling flowers and snow swept towards Anlinyuan.

"Dharma-propagation lamp!" An Linyuan sacrificed a magic defense treasure. At this time, An Linyuan's realm had reached the level 1, 5th turn of the White Iron Realm, which was equivalent to the low-level realm of the ordinary people's bronze realm. The spiritual power sea has greatly surpassed the capacity of the White Iron Realm spiritual power sea.

The spell damage of the Temple Young Master is negligible for An Linyuan under the spell reduction effect of the Dharma-Raising Lamp.

"!!!" The young master of the temple tried his best and found that An Linyuan seemed to be fine, "My attack cannot break the defense!"

"Damn, I'm kicking it to the iron plate now. What should I do?" The young master of the temple was worried about his face, thinking about how to get down the steps with a decent look.

"After all, it's Murong Qianxiao's senior brother. Everyone looks up and sees each other. The relationship cannot be too stiff. Just let him retreat when he sees the trouble." An Linyuan saw that the young master of the temple was just the master with a sharp mouth, thick skin and hollow belly, and was ready to release the water.

"Senior brother, come on, beat the slap in the slap!"

"Senior brother, use the ultimate move!"

"Senior brother, let him see the power of our temple!"

...

The junior brothers and sisters of the temple prince are still urging fire.

The young master of the temple here is already looking for a way to go, but his junior brothers and sisters keep clamoring, making him unable to get out of Taiwan.

"Then I have to use the ultimate move. See if the ultimate move can break the boy's defense."

"The sunset in the long river!" The young master of the temple poured out all his spiritual power towards An Linyuan.

An Linyuan sensed that the spiritual power consumed by the Dharma-Raising Lamp increased several times instantly. "This guy is ungrateful. I want to let you go, but you don't know how to lift me!"

An Linyuan decided to fight back and let the temple master know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, there are people outside of people, and there are heaven beyond the sky.

An Linyuan took out the yellow-fitting blue fist totem.

When the young master of the temple saw the yellow-fitting blue fist totem, he felt a little panicked! "I heard that there was an up-and-coming disciple of the Blue Fist Village in the Dragon Man Tower, An Wuming, who used the yellow-fitting blue fist totem. Could it be that the person in front of him was the up-and-coming blue fist? "

"Yellow costume!" The junior brothers and sisters of the Temple Young Master screamed. They immediately understood who their senior brother was facing!

An Linyuan is so powerful that he is in the Dragon Man Tower. There are disciples of various Alps forces in the corpse lying team. He has long spread An Linyuan's terrifying combat power to the entire sect. The disciples of the temple are no exception!

"Oh my God, I actually met that evil god today!"

"Senior brother, we support you mentally!"

"Senior brother, if you can't hold on, just admit defeat. Don't stand it."

...

The disciples of the temple turned the wind quickly.

"No one of the Elite Elite disciples of the Alps at Level 3 of the White Iron Realm can pass the difficulty of the Dragon Man Tower hell, only one servant can pass. That servant is the master in front of him."

"Senior brother is finished."

"Are we cheering up for Senior Brother An?"

"Senior Brother An needs you to cheer up? If you want to surrender, just make it clear! Anyway, Senior Brother An is not an outsider, they are all from the Alpine Sect, and they are also our Senior Brother!"

...

Everyone in the temple discussed it, and then the slogan changed immediately:

"Senior Brother An, we support you!"

"Senior Brother An, we have long been disgusted with that playboy."

"Senior Brother An, teach the playboy how to be a human being!"

...

An Linyuan was also speechless. Why is this disciple of this temple like this? After all, he is a disciple of the Alps, so why is he so philanthropic?

The young master of the temple heard the junior brothers and sisters of the temple mocking him, and his face was full of shame and anger! He turned his mind countless times and thought:

"But what should I do? I can't beat An Linyuan by myself."

"The elite disciples of the 3rd level outer sect who specialized in the Temple to pass the Longren Tower all had more force than themselves. They were all disgraced in the Dragonren Tower, and their combat power was simply incomparable to An Wuming. In the end, they all chose to join An Wuming's corpse team to earn experience and buy equipment."

"And I am weaker than those elite outer disciples who specialize in teaming up to pass the level. How can I compete with An Wuming? It's all my fault that I am too arrogant. I pretend to be b without asking clearly. Now I can't pretend to be b, but I will be slapped in the face."

An Linyuan had already inserted the yellow blue fist totem on the ground at this time, "Blue boxing routine!"

"3 general attacks" directly beat the young master of the temple to retreat three steps in a row;

"Straight Fist" The young master of the temple was immediately beaten and unable to move;

The stiff "abdominal fist" of the temple master was bent over, his head was turned and his stars were circling, and he was dizzy;

"Holy Fist Combo" knocked the bent temple master into the air;

The "Broken Fist" shocked the young master of the temple who fell to the ground three feet above the ground!

The "Hurricane" was launched, and the young master of the temple was swept by the hurricane and rotated around and circles, completely losing control;

Before the "Xiangquan" could land on the temple master, he punched the temple master in mid-air;

The most powerful single-stroke attack of the "Destroyed God Strike" Blue Fist directly rushed the Temple Young Master into the sky. At this time, the Temple Young Master's Blood Trough was almost cleared.

"Young Master is almost out of reach, so we'd better add blood to him, otherwise it would be hard to explain to the deputy hall master when he goes back." So more than a dozen powerful blood-adding skills were thrown on the temple prince who had already lost consciousness, and the blood groove of the temple prince instantly filled;

"Double Phantom! Phantom Clones!" An Linyuan saw that the blood trough of the young master of the temple was full, and continued to ravage, releasing twenty clones.

"Tiger attack!" A giant tiger figure rushed towards the temple prince. The temple prince was knocked away by huge force, followed by An Linyuan's twenty clones, who continued to chase the knocked temple prince to launch a tail-up attack.

The powerful blood-adding skill of the Temple instantly recovers the maximum blood value of the blood slot of the person being blooded in the blood, and the maximum blood value of the blood slot of the blood slot is restored within the next 3 seconds.

More than a dozen temple disciples added blood to the temple master at the same time, which was equivalent to adding 3 blood values ​​to the temple master within 3 seconds.

Even with the support of such a powerful blood-adding skill, the young master of the temple who was followed by An Linyuan's twenty clones were still knocked out most of the blood grooves, and in the end there was only less than one-fifth of his blood value. The young master of the temple was in a state of residual blood and collapsed to the ground, dying.

An Linyuan stopped attacking and retracted the yellow-fitting blue fist totem.

The disciples of the temple looked at each other, their calves trembled a little, and found that they were a little unstable:
Chapter completed!