Junior Brother Huicong, Master Chanxin, you will help the two donors up and take care of the injuries. Master Huikong still said without any haste. His body was still moving, and his robe was swelling without wind, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Mr. Huicong and Mr. Chanxin had already helped Wu Feng and Old Liu who were limp on the ground up. Wu Feng just looked at them with gratitude, but it hurt that he couldn't even say a word.

Master Huikong confronted the masked old Taoist for a moment. Huikong said again: Master, I have no intention of being an enemy of you, I just want to save the lives of both of them. Why do you have to be so obsessed? As a Buddhist, you should not compete with others for bravery and cruelty. If Master, you continue to be obsessed with me, I am not afraid of it. It is better for us to go our separate ways and what if we are safe.

Humphed, the masked old Taoist smiled twice, looked at Master Huikong, and opened his mouth and scolded: The old thief, bald, said, these two people must be killed. Since you want to save them, you are an enemy of me. What else can you say? Let's do it. My evil ghost tricks have been waiting for a long time. You old monks have good practices. There are all kinds of people in this evil ghost trick, but there is no monk.

After saying that, the masked old Taoist did not say anything, and pushed up his palm and slapped Master Huikong's chest. The palm was so powerful that the wind carried by Master Huikong's eyebrows and beard floated up. Master Huikong suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing a look of fear. He did not expect that the masked old Taoist's skills were so deep that he dared not slacken at the moment, so he raised his hand and gathered the long-accumulated internal force on his palm, and fought with the masked old Taoist.

The two of them faced each other's palms, and only a crisp sound was made. After a moment, the surrounding aura fluctuated. A strong wind blew up from the ground, the leaves rustled, and everyone's clothes were blown up, and they felt a sense of shock in their hearts.

Master Huikong took a step back, his face turned red, and a bloodline overflowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously receiving a considerable shock. At this moment, Master Huiming behind him could no longer hold back, waved his Zen stick that would cost at least a hundred pounds, shouted loudly, and smashed his head to the masked head. The masked old Taoist who had just fought with Master Huikong was not affected at all. He raised his hand slowly, and easily held Master Huiming's Zen stick, and said sarcastically: I thought you old thieves were so capable, and at this moment they looked like local chickens and dogs, clearly looking for death.

The old man who is a bull's nose, she has long disliked you. Don't brag first, eat some of my Zen sticks before talking about it

After Huiming said that, the muscles in his body were tense, and two rays of heat were sprayed out of his nostrils, and he tried hard to press down the Zen stick in his hand. The great monk Huiming had a brute force, and a Zen stick of about a hundred pounds was dancing, and this Zen stick would be at least a thousand pounds of weight. The masked old Taoist seemed thin, but he had strong internal strength, but under the pressure of a thousand pounds, a look of difficulty appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!