"Are you really Mr. Tang? Could it be a fake guy?"

Just as everyone was shocked, Wu Jing, the disciple of the old master, spoke out in confusion.

The brothers around him were also disbelief.

It is really Tang Zhun's image, which is too different from Mr. Tang they heard of.

"I think he is not!"

"Well... it must be the uncle who missed the truth."

"Uncle Master didn't use his unique skills just now, and he underestimated the enemy, so it was reasonable to be defeated by him."

"It's really a death to dare to attack us."

"Yes, let's go and avenge the old uncle!"

For a moment.

The monks of the Wu generation came forward with great momentum, wanting to give Tang Zhun a look.

Tang Zhun saw this.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He showed disdainful expression on his face.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He reached out and slapped the monks of the Wu generation suddenly.

Suddenly.

Their bodies flew backwards uncontrollably.

Tang Zhun did not let them go.

"Swish!"

His figure flashed out.

Fly in their direction.

"Mr. Tang, let me go!"

"Mr. Tang, let me go!"

"Mr. Tang, let me go!"

The monks of the Wu generation were immediately scared to death, completely refusing to their previous aggressive image.

"Are I Mr. Tang? You can tell if you look at it."

Tang Zhun's calm voice sounded.

Said.

Tang Zhun stretched out his hand, clenched into a fist, and bombarded one of them.

The man's face changed drastically.

I stood up and wanted to activate my energy to escape.

"run?"

Tang Zhun smiled lightly, and the monk who had just turned around was immediately hit into powder by Tang Zhun's punch.

Seeing this scene.

The other monks were almost scattered, looking at Tang Zhun's pupils, as if they were looking at a devil.

"Uncle Master! Save me!"

"Master! Save me!"

"Master! Save me! Save me!"

The monks of the Wu generation shouted together.

"So what if you are Mr. Tang? Jinding Lingjiu Temple is not afraid! If you have offended Jinding Lingjiu Temple, you will definitely die!"

The old master was full of anger and a scolding sounded suddenly, and his body rushed towards Tang Zhun, obviously, trying to save the disciples of the Wu generation.

"Get out, a little Mingjin dares to speak rudely in the later stage!"

Tang Zhun turned his eyes and said coldly, then stepped forward.

Suddenly.

With Tang Zhun as the center, the area within a radius of more than ten meters seemed to have an extremely powerful force suddenly rise, causing everyone around to feel palpitations, and like an infectious disease, their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"puff!"

And the old masters were under the pressure of this power.

A mouthful of scarlet blood splattered out, and the whole body was even more attacked. It fell to the ground, and the cold sweat on the forehead flowed down, breathing in fresh air.

"Old bald donkey, wait a moment, and I will send you to see your Buddha again. You can have a companion on the road to the underworld."

Tang Zhun said coldly and stopped paying attention to the old masters.

At this moment, his hands were clenched into fists, and he kept punching out one punch after another.

Monks of the Wu generation.

Many screams did not even have time to make them scream, and they turned into a blood mist one after another.

quiet!

Deadly silence!

Tang Zhun had a disagreement and took action one after another, killing more than a dozen people, from beginning to end, without any drag.

now.

Their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and they only felt their minds fluttering.

They stared blankly at what had just happened in front of them.

Mr. Tang’s strength is indeed worthy of his name!!!

at the same time.

That pressure disappeared.

The old master stood up from the ground in a mess, no longer as high as before.

In his hand, a string of Buddhist beads were constantly spinning.

"You dare to take my daughter, too?"

The moment Tang Zhun turned around, his face turned cold: "Who gave you the rights? Who gave you the courage?"

Yaya and Mengmeng.

They are Tang Zhun’s reverse scales!

And the old master dared to use evil ways to control Yaya and Mengmeng, which Tang Zhun could not bear!

"Mr. Tang, do you have to do anything wrong?" The old master's face was extremely ugly, and his fear kept popping up in his eyes: "If you are willing to let me go, our Jinding Lingjiu Temple will not pursue the death of the disciples of the Wu generation. Moreover, if I knew that the two girls were your Mr. Tang's daughters, I would not have such a heart at all. As the saying goes, those who do not know are innocent, and I don't know what Mr. Tang thinks?"

The old master, he never thought that Tang Zhun would be so powerful.

Tang Zhun did not say anything.

"Swish!"

I saw Tang Zhun's body move.

It appeared in front of the old master in an instant, just like lightning.

The face of the old master changed drastically.

In the process of subconsciously taking several steps back, he had to wave his Buddhist beads to attack Tang Zhun.

However!

The next moment!

With this, a ray of light flashed by.

It's too fast to capture.

It was so fast that it was terrified to death.

"laugh!"

I saw that the old master grabbed the Buddhist beads and broke his left arm in response to the sound, and a large amount of scarlet blood splattered out.

Broken arms and Buddhist beads fell to the ground.

"ah!!!"

A series of tragic screams followed one after another.
To be continued...