Chapter 75: Work hard together

Although the monk Zhengfan had already made a crying expression and cursed and swearing to defend himself, it was ineffective. After all, this matter was too incredible. How could a monk named Jindan could not break a black iron bell with one blow? Therefore, the other three monks all believed that the monk Zhengfan did not give his full effort to save the spirit stone.

He was misunderstood and stingy again and again, but he had no strong words to defend himself. After all, the facts were here, and nothing he said was difficult to convince. In the distrustful eyes of the three people, the monk holding the fan was finally angry and shy, so he stopped talking nonsense and launched attacks on the big iron clock controlled by Xiaopang again and again.

In the earth-shaking explosions, the big iron bell was knocked away again and again, and the black iron on the outside was shattered and burned red like it was raining. After several consecutive times, the big iron bell was knocked down a layer of more than one meter thick, and at least millions of kilograms of black iron were knocked out. But even so, I still couldn't do anything about this thing.

You should know that the black iron accumulated by Xiaopang over the years is calculated in millions, and it is piled up like a mountain, all of which are stuck on the surface of the big iron bell. When the big copper bell is hundreds of feet high, the black iron that Xiaopang pasted outside is four or five feet thick. But now it has been knocked out more than one foot, which is really nothing.

Just as the fan-holding monk took out his power to feed and desperately bombarded the iron clock with the earth-fire god thunder. Xiaopang was drinking the tea made from the five elements in his space leisurely, and at the same time he was leisurely baking eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade. Although he was no longer in danger at this time, he was no longer as embarrassed as before, but he was still wearing the pitiful Taoist robe torn into cloth strips, and even the dust on his face was wiped away. He just wanted to take this picture back to the mountain so that his master Qing Fengzi knew how hard he had fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.

Compared to Xiaopang's leisure, the four monks were almost in distress. After the monks of the Fan had hit seven or eight guns in succession, he didn't need to explain, the other three monks could see that he must have done his best. After all, the Earth Fire God Thunder was too valuable, and it could be solved with one shot. Who would be willing to hit so many guns? The guns fired by the fan were already exhausted by nearly one million spirit stones, which was enough for him to buy a few good high-end magic weapons, which could definitely be said to be a heavy loss. In this case, it was obviously impossible for him to hide any strength.

Seeing this, the female monk in red said in surprise: "Senior Brother, is the situation wrong? If you continue to hit so many cannons, let alone a tattered black iron bell, even a serious magic weapon, I am afraid you will be destroyed? Why is it not a problem?"

"Ask me, who will I ask?" The monk Zhengfan said angrily: "It's time now, you should understand that I'm not lazy, right? It's not that I don't work hard for senior brother, but this fat man's big iron bell is so strong!"

"What's going on?" shouted the guy riding the Golden Eagle, "It doesn't make sense?"

"There is no doubt that there must be something wrong with this big bell! We just can't guess it for a while!" The monk riding a leopard suddenly turned his face and asked, "Senior Brother, how many earth fire god thunder do you have?"

"Not much, I suffered heavy losses last battle. I didn't have time to replenish it. I just got almost completely cleaned!" The monk holding the fan said with distress.

"Then you should save money. I see this posture. No matter how hard it is, it will be like this!" The female monk in red suddenly said, "By the way, look, that fat man has never seen anyone. Will he be killed by his elder brother? Now it's just a soul attached to it and flew?"

"It's certainly not. His low realm is so weak. If his body is killed by the earth fire god thunder, there will definitely be no soul left. Moreover, the magic weapon attached to the soul of the innate cultivator will be smashed by such a bomb. And look at the bell, it is flying very smoothly and at a very fast speed, almost catching up with the low-level flying sword. This is obviously caused by someone's control, and the soul of this man who controls is stable and has abundant magic power, otherwise this would never have happened!" said the monk holding the fan.

"But where is that fat man?" asked the monk riding a leopard.

"Maybe he is hidden under the big iron bell!" the monk holding the fan guessed.

"No? If that's the case, the roar of the divine thunder explosion would be enough to kill him?" said the female monk in red, "Why didn't she suffer any injuries at all, right?"

"Maybe he has another treasure to protect his body!" The monk holding the fan suddenly said: "It is not surprising that people who can use divine thunder in the innate realm and can also take out defenses against such a perverted large iron bell magic weapon. There are also a few powerful treasures to protect their body!"

"This guy has so many advanced treasures and can also know divine thunder. We shouldn't have offended the grandson of a Nascent Soul-level elder in Xuantian Villa?" The monk riding the Golden Eagle said in horror.

"It's certainly not. If the grandson of the Nascent Soul monk of Xuantian Villa is very famous, we must have heard of it!" said the female monk in red: "Besides, such a big man is practicing hard in the mountains, how can he be a snob in such a place where birds do not shit?"

"Even the children of the big man, we have no way out! He killed the master's own son, and we killed the whole family of his temple. We have already made a great grudge. If he cannot kill him today and he will pass the news back to Xuantian Temple, then we will be in trouble!" The monk holding the fan said solemnly.

"But that fat man didn't see anyone, and we couldn't do anything about his turtle shell. What should we do?" The female cultivator in red said anxiously.

"Everyone goes together, no one should hide their own personalities. Try it under the bell. I guess he will hide it there! In short, you must force that fat man out!" The monk holding the fan said with his eyes.

"Yes! Senior Brother!" When the other three monks heard this, they immediately looked calm, and then they took out the flying sword magic weapon again and attacked the big iron clock together.

While talking, the monk Zhengfan took out a flying sword and shouted, "Everyone, it's been more than half an hour. We have chased him for thousands of miles, and this place is only about two thousand miles away from Xuantian Temple. You may meet people from Xuantian Temple at any time. You know what the consequences are. Anyway, time doesn't wait for anyone, so I'll fight for my life!" As he spoke, the monk Zhengfan grinned and rushed towards the big iron clock.

After hearing what the monk Zhengfan said, the other three monks all turned red with their eyes. They all took out their strength and tried their best to smash all the sword light, Taoist magic and magic weapons, which was as if they were torn to pieces.
Chapter completed!