The fat monk's body was still in mid-air, and Wu Feng had already arrived. At the same time as the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword landed, Wu Feng slapped the fat monk's chest hard. This palm was a feminine palm, which could shatter the feminine palm of a thousand kilograms of huge rocks. However, Wu Feng's power was only 50% or 60%, mainly because it occupied part of the internal force when controlling the sword just now.

Even so, the fat monk's fat body was also shaken away by this palm. Before his body fell to the ground, he let out a muffled groan. He suddenly felt a sweet throat, rolling in his chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then, the fat monk's body fell heavily on the ground, rolling on the ground in a very embarrassed manner before stopping. The monk's robes on his back were worn out, revealing a bloody back.

The helm

The seven old Taoists exclaimed in unison, their surprise and worry were beyond words, and they all walked towards the fat monk with their peach wood swords.

However, Old Liu, who had been silent, snorted coldly, took the yellow-haired monkey forward, and said coldly: Why are you thinking of breaking the rules in the world and want to attack them in groups?

When the old Taoists saw that Old Liu was blocking the way, they stopped. At this moment, they were still afraid of Old Liu's head, and the yellow-haired monkey squatting on his shoulders. They just looked at the fat monk from afar, with a very sad expression on their faces.

After a while of ease, the fat monk stood up tremblingly, and then spewed out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that Wu Feng's palm was really not light. The fat monk was seriously injured. If he hadn't protected his lifeline with his true qi in advance, he would probably not have stood up now.

Wu Feng was not the kind of villain who took advantage of the danger. He did not take the opportunity to attack again with this palm. Instead, he stood there like an iron tower, clapped his hands very easily, and looked at the fat monk with a sarcastic look.

However, the fat monk still surprised Wu Feng a little. His feminine palm was already very hot, and he didn't even get the fat monk to stand up, which was beyond his expectations.

After the fat monk stood up, he reached out to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Wu Feng, his eyes becoming cold and cruel.

The rudder leader, you are seriously injured. An experienced man asked with concern.

I'm fine, what is this little injury? It's just my negligence. The fat monk was stubborn, but his heart was stormy and waves like a turbulent wave. He couldn't help but wonder when such a rising star appeared in the world with such a high cultivation level, frequent strange moves, and could use sword-controlling techniques. If there was such a young man in the world, he would have spread a lot. Wu Feng in western Hunan was also the successor of Maoshan. Now, the fat monk has begun to doubt whether Wu Feng's identity is true or false.

Why do you think the palm you just slapped is not important enough? Don’t eat me again. Wu Feng asked casually.

Haha, the fat monk suddenly laughed, laughing wildly, and then said: With this little skill, he is still embarrassing in front of me. Then I will let you see what the real technique is. The ignorant yellow-haired child, wait to die.
Chapter completed!