Ximen Qing maintained a violent and ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth and slapped Shen Lang's chest with a palm.

At the same time, Shen Lang also punched his chest.

The loud "dong!" sounded like the sound of heavy objects smashing into the soil.

The third move of Shen Lang Qishen Fist hit Ximen Qing's chest, and a loud and abnormal sound made a sound, which aroused several gusts of wind and the leaves were rustling.

The violent and cruel smile on Ximen Qing's face suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened!

"Puff!" Ximen Qing's body was blown away straight, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed wildly. A bright red fist print was printed on the green skin on his chest.

Ximen Qing's palm had already hit Shen Lang's chest just now.

"Puff!" Shen Lang also sprayed a mouthful of blood without any suspense, and his body fell rapidly to the ground like a kite with broken strings.

Chu You'er's pretty face turned pale, and she rushed up and hugged Shen Lang's falling body. The two rolled into the middle of the crowd in the temple and a large group of underworld gangs.

Chu You'er was also severely injured by Ximen Qing's palm, and her body no longer has much ability to move.

"Shen Lang...Shen Lang, are you okay?" Chu You'er's little face showed a hint of horror, and she hurriedly helped Shen Lang up.

Shen Lang had two of his ribs broken, but fortunately he had a breath left.

Ximen Qing vomited two mouthfuls of blood in a row and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. A severe pain came from his chest.

It's evil! The boy almost broke through the Xuan Dun Jue's defense with one punch. Not only that, he was also injured by this punch!

Ximen Qing was really unbelievable. This kid was just in the early stage of the realm. Why was his combat power so amazing? What kind of weird boxing technique is this?

You know, he is still under the protection of Xuan Dun Jue, and Shen Lang's punch can actually hurt him!

If it were not for the protection of Xuan Dun Art, hitting Shen Lang's punch on the front might have killed him.

Shen Lang was wrongly expected after all. Ximen Qing was as lingering as Xiaoqiang.

Ximen Qing stared at Shen Lang who was lying on the ground in the middle of the temple gate. His face changed slightly. This kid was not dead yet!

This is too fake! The Yin-Yang Floating Palm he used with all his strength to not kill a martial artist in the early stage of the Asking Realm. It was a huge joke.

Judging from this kid's bone age, it is estimated that he is less than twenty years old, and his strength is so strong, which is really unbelievable.

Ximen Qing's face was extremely gloomy, just in time, Mu Xiu and Shen Lang would definitely destroy him, and this kid would die today!

"No... don't come over!" Seeing Ximen Qing strode forward, Chu You'er's face was pale, and she dragged Shen Lang's body hard and pulled it into the temple gate.

"I'll die the cheap thing!" Ximen Qing's eyes were inflamed, and he raised his palm and prepared to slap Shen Lang's forehead.

Abbot Baimei immediately blocked Shen Lang and Chu You'er, lowered his head and sighed at Ximen Qing, "Amitabha, donor, when will the revenge be repaid? The donor might as well let go of his obsession and revenge, and save his life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda!"

"Get out! A stinky bald donkey is worthy of pointing fingers with me?" Ximen Qing snorted, showing an extremely unhappy expression.

Abbot Baimei glanced at Shen Lang, showed a profound expression, and clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, this injured little donor knows me. I hope that the donor will forgive others, so don't kill me!"

"Bald donkey, do you recognize him or not and care about me? I think you are tired of living, right? Since that's the case, I'll help you. When I get rid of this kid, I'll deal with this kid first, and you will be the next one." Ximen Qing shouted loudly.

"Big...Brother! Are we still robbing?" The strong man next to him asked the man in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses held the sunglasses, strengthened his courage, and whispered: "Of course we have to rob!"

"This... this big brother, since you can't stand these bald donkeys, let's help you solve it!" The man in sunglasses felt that Ximen Qing must not be an ordinary person. This man is so fierce that he must be a master, and he decided to curry favor with him.

"It's better to kill them!" Ximen Qing snorted coldly, looking at these hypocritical bald donkeys, he felt a deep sense of disgust in his heart.

"Yes! Big Brother!" The man in sunglasses responded quickly. This guy had called Big Brother.

"Ahem, robbery! Get out the good stuff quickly, otherwise it will be a life of five minutes or two minutes!" The man in sunglasses brought a gun and looked at the monks, preparing to fire the first shot.

"Amitabha!"

Baimei Abbot folded his hands together, and a deep Sanskrit sound came from his mouth, resounding everywhere, trees rustled, and the ground was shaking!

Then, Abbot Baimei pushed his right palm forward, and a fierce gust of wind swept across the surroundings, and hurricanes blew up in the woods.

For a moment, everyone couldn't open their eyes, and the wind blew everywhere, and countless golden hands seemed to be pressing down in the sky.

then.

"ah!"

Everyone's screams came, and in less than a second, all the underworld minions wearing black vests fell to the ground, like dead dogs, unconscious.

"Master of Transformation...the realm of Transformation!" Ximen Qing shouted in dismay, frightened to the sky!

As a senior disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, Ximen Qing has also seen Yang Tongtian take action. Such amazing palm power can only be used by masters in the Transformation Realm!

In a mere secular world, there is actually a master of transformation. Ximen Qing was instantly scared. Who is this old monk?

Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, Ximen Qing shivered all over and his face looked like earth. He turned his head and ran away, jumping into the dense forest.

Chu You'er was also shocked. Even Qingfeng Mountain did not have the existence of a master of transformation. Is this Baimei Abbot who turned out to be such a hidden master?

"Huh!" Chu You'er patted her chest and let out a light breath. Fortunately, she met a master to save her, otherwise she and Shen Lang would have really fallen.

However, Chu You'er was a little curious. Why did the abbot Baimei say that he and Shen Lang were acquaintances before?

The white-browed abbot couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, and he just said lightly: "Amitabha, tie up all the fallen people."

"Yes!" The monk behind him replied repeatedly.

"Let me...thank you, Master!" Chu You'er hurriedly thanked Abbot Baimei repeatedly.

"No need to thank you, meeting you will be destined to be together."

Abbot Baimei walked up to Shen Lang, helped him up, flipped his right palm, pressed it on Shen Lang's back, and helped him treat his injuries.

Feeling a surging internal force like a vast sea of ​​smoke, Shen Lang's body shook unconsciously.

"This is..." Abbot Baimei found that a ball of black true energy was rotating at high speed in the middle of Shen Lang's dantian, and he couldn't help but frown.

The black true energy is also extremely active, which is unheard of.

Half an hour later.

Ximen Qing finally rushed to the city center, his whole body was charred and vomited blood one after another, and his injuries were still aggravating.

He snatched a cell phone from a passerby and called the person from Yin and Yangmen.

"Sorry, the phone number you called is turned off."

Ximen Qing dialed the number n times, but it was completely impossible to get through.
Chapter completed!