A monk in white suddenly sat up from the water. He was thirty-five or six years old, with fair skin and sad face. A snow-colored cherry blossom embroidered on his left chest.

"Xueying Temple?"

Ningxia suddenly thought of a major force in the southern country, and then when she thought of the Great Emperor Yuan Temple, she immediately realized it.

As soon as the monk in white appeared, Ning Xia felt a sudden shock. Seeing this way of appearance, he felt that he was going to suffer.

After his thoughts changed, he heard him say, "The master is so capable of bullying a junior in the Qi training realm, it's not reasonable."

The monk in white closed his eyes slightly, "The monk's eyes did not practice Qi, build the foundation, and the donor's crimes committed by the donor are quite a bit. Let's follow me to go on a journey."

As he said that, the monk in white waved his hand gently, and the water waves rippled, and two water lines tangled towards Ningxia.

As soon as he saw this posture, Ningxia knew that this was not the ability to build a foundation state, so he had to cast a ban talisman.

The two rafted water lines suddenly stopped moving in the air, and suddenly the water lines collapsed, gathered into big palms, and slapped at the monk in white.

The monk in white had a box of palms, and a water curtain spread across the sky. The huge water palm slapped down, and a palm seal exploded in the water curtain, and one palm hit the monk in white.

The monk in white was photographed flying out and vomited blood in the air.

"who?"

The monk in white shouted in a deep voice, no longer as solemn as the previous treasure appearance.

No third person appeared, but the lake water he had sat on was rolled up again, and the water palms were divided into rows, and they were continuously lined up to the monk in white.

Whether it is the monk in white, he can dodge or block it, he can't stop it.

He was hit by more than a dozen palms in a row, and his blood was about to be spit dry. His face was as golden as gold paper, and he said coldly, "Senior has such a means, and he took the life of the monk himself. Why should he be so humiliated?"

He finished speaking, no one responded, and more than twenty great monks suddenly settled around him.

The monk in white said anxiously, "Mingyan, take your junior brothers and retreat first. Zhishan and Zhien, the two junior brothers, come with me to form a formation. The monster is powerful, so don't underestimate the enemy?"

The monk in white is no one else, but Master Zhiyuan, the first precept hall of Xueying Temple.

After the news of the Great Emperor Yuan Temple came, Zhiyuan took Zhishan and Zhien's two junior brothers and more than 20 junior nephews from the "Ming" generation to start searching for Ningxia.
Chapter completed!