After a long time, Master Lefan coughed twice, let out a long breath of turbid air, slowly opened his eyes, his expression was a little dim, and his face turned paler.

Seeing Master Fan finally recovering, Master Huikong and others finally felt a little relieved. Master Huikong hurriedly asked: Uncle Master, you just had a serious injury to the hook nose with one palm. You were standing there smoothly, but why did you suddenly fall down? My nephew sees that the bad man's cultivation is very high, but he is below you.

Master Lefan did not answer Master Huikong's words, but reached his hand to his waist and wanted to find something. After touching for a long time, he didn't find anything. So he asked: Where is the wine gourd of Mrs. Jiu?

Master Huicong came up and said with a look of embarrassment: Uncle Master, you have suffered too much internal injuries and can't drink alcohol.

Master Lefan glared at his eyes, but his momentum was a little weaker than before, and he cursed: You little bastards, I just want to drink, bring me wine quickly

Master Huikong was very helpless, and finally ordered a disciple behind him to take Master Lefan's wine gourd and hand it to Master Lefan's hand. Master Lefan took the wine gourd tremblingly, opened the lid, and took a few sips in one breath, but was choked by the wine and coughed a few times. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody wine. Seeing this, Master Huikong and others had more worries on his face, all of whom were eager to speak but stopped.

After drinking a few sips of wine, Master Lefan's face gradually turned bloody. Then he sighed, slowly closed his eyes, looking very tired.

It was not until this time that Master Qingfeng asked anxiously again: I just heard the mess outside, what happened? Who was injured by Master Fan.

Master Huikong turned his head to look at Master Qingfeng and said in a deep voice: Who else can I find someone else? The masked old Taoist came to seek revenge, and brought a top master to injure me, Uncle Lefan.

Master Qingfeng was shocked again and said in disbelief: Didn’t the masked old Taoist be beaten seriously injured? He can’t recover in a short time? How could he come to the door so quickly?

I don't know this. It's definitely true that that person is a masked old Taoist. The person he found was carrying a vulture monster and a symbiotic tiger soul. His cultivation was unfathomable. If it weren't for me, Uncle Fan, here, I'm afraid everyone in Dakong Temple would not be able to escape.

When Master Huikong heard Master Huikong say the vulture demon and the symbiotic tiger soul, Master Qingfeng's surprised expression became even more indescribable, and he just opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

At this time, Master Lefan was supported by the little monk Zenxin and sat up, saying with difficulty: These two people are not as good as me. I am lucky to win today. In fact, I am more injured than the old guy with a hook nose. I just faced him and felt that the old guy's body was full of true energy, like a rush. I was hit by that palm, but I was just holding on and not falling down, but I had already injured my tendons and veins. Fortunately, they didn't see it, otherwise our Dakong Temple would not escape this catastrophe.
Chapter completed!