When it comes to water kung fu, who is the best in the major sects in southern Xinjiang?

The answer is undoubtedly the Angry Gang.

The Angry Gang has been active in the Canglan River for many years, and its skills are the most suitable for the water movement.

At this moment, he suddenly took action, and the huge waves in the sky smashed their heads down, and even the disciples of the Ghost Sect could not react in time.

"Boom~"

With a loud bang, more than a dozen black-robed demon cultivators were smashed into a ball of blood mist, dyeing the rocks on the mountain red.

"Damn it!"

He Cangwu rarely got angry, and his shoulders shook and heaved the ghost crows to the sky.

In an instant, the Ghost King Ninggang had already shown his body.

"Cry!"

The Ghost King Ninggang shook his arms! The blue light flashed in his eyes, and he opened his bloody mouth.

"The Ghost King is angry!"

For a moment, Canglang Qizi met the Ghost Sect.

The mountain top that had just calmed down, a dispute broke out again.

"The seven sons went on the battle and no grass grew."

"Who is the destiny of the Ghost Sect here?!"

He Cangwu snorted coldly: "It's just seven clowns."

"No one can take the entrance to the Fish Scale House."

"Fart! You guy with kidney deficiency."

"Damn it, brother, how do you know he has kidney deficiency?"

"Can't you tell this? Look at the color damage on this face, it's purely blood and essence are not solid~"

"It's not kidney deficiency, so what."

"The boss is the boss, I know a lot."

"Men with kidney deficiency, we seven brothers occupy the entrance to this fish scale house!"

As they were talking, the two groups began to move towards Li Chen.

At this time, the moon reached the middle of the sky, and as the water flow slowed down, the fish scale house gradually took shape.

At this moment, a Buddha's name sounded from the sky.

"Amitabha."

Before both sides could react, the extremely surging palm power fell from the sky.

"Four Fruit Bodhi Array!"

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The originally anxious sides suddenly felt a huge force coming from the sky, and they immediately separated from each other in a tacit understanding.

Looking closely, the figures of the four monks standing proudly around Li Chen.

Li Chen couldn't help but look happy when he saw it.

It is rare to find a human body, life span is impermanent, reincarnation is injurious, and cause and effect are not false.

These four people are the four true disciples of the Sword Temple, Li De, Leave the Constant, Leave the Distant, Leave the Distant, Leave the Imperial.

The four of them have been practicing in the Killing Temple since childhood, and their strength is not inferior to the outrageous young monk.

Once the four people form the four fruits Bodhi array, they can even use one as ten.

Li Di showed serious face, his hands were folded, and his eyes showed a pious expression: "Son of Buddha, I'm late, please forgive me."

Li Chen smiled and shook his head: "Amitabha, it's time to come~"

After saying that, he looked at the direction of the Ghost Sect, then looked at Canglang Qizi, and said aloud:

"You don't have to fight."

"I took the entrance to the Fish Scale House!"

As soon as these words came out, the mountain peak suddenly became quiet.

The Ghost Sect, the Seven Sons of Canglang, looked at each other in all directions.

"Old Ba, you can't control it, so you'd better give it up."

"Yes, Lao Ba, why don't you just turn to a regular business? Canglang Bazi actually sounds pretty nice."

"Yes, yes, what's the point of killing Buddha's sons? Where can we be free and easy with our eight sons in Canglang?"

The seven sons of Canglang still don’t give up and want to pull Li Chen into the gang.

Without waiting for Li Chen to respond, Jing Congling's eyes turned: "Ha, what are the seven sons of Canglang? I have the nerve to compare with others killing Buddha's sons."

"I see, you are far worse than these monks."

Hiss ~

Jing Congling's shoulders, the spiritual snake swallowed and spitted the snake's letter.

"Ahhhh~ Death girl movie."

"You actually said we can't compare to these monks?"

"Our Canglang Qizi is much more powerful than them!"

Li Chen frowned slightly, but he didn't know that this was Jing Congling's provocation.

The seventh son of Canglang was simple-minded, but he was indeed caught as soon as he was excited. He immediately rolled up his sleeves to compete with the four monks.

At this time, Li Chen quickly clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"The seven donors donors don't know that although the four senior brothers of the little monk are extraordinary, they are slightly inferior to the Ghost Sect."

Canglang Qizi was stunned when he heard this.

"What?"

Canglang Qizi turned his head and looked at He Cangwu with contempt on his face.

"They can't beat the Ghost Cult?"

"What should I do with my brother?"

"Of course I've beaten up a lot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven people's qi were connected into one and then headed towards He Cangwu and Jing Chengling.

Jing Congling gave Li Chen a fierce look.

【Damn little monk!】

Rumble ~

At this time, the water flowed on the top of the mountain, and was driven by the Qi of the seven Canglang sons.

"Ghost King Xiao!"

"Black Python God!"

The phantom of a ghost and a python appears.

Although it cannot stop the surging waves.

However, one side of the Ghost Sect had a larger number of people, and neither side gained the advantage, and they were divided into two sides.

Instead, there was a battle in a regiment.

Soon, a sound came from the foot of the mountain.

It was Li Sao and others.

In this way, monks from the Killing Temple gathered on the top of the mountain.

Hurry ~

At this moment, the water flowing on the top of the mountain became even more turbulent, and under the moonlight, a holy palace stood.

Buzz ~

A beam of light rose on the fish scale house and rushed straight into the sky.

"What a nice view!"

The three girls of Shenxiu couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Chen's eyes condensed.
To be continued...