"He has been defeated."

The Confucian scholar sighed.

Venerable Luo Luo of the Ancient God Temple has been famous for a long time, and he even possesses a black stone Taoist body.

Burn blood into steel and refine black stone.

Miao Ran possesses this Taoist body, and his physique is beyond the reach of ordinary monks. Even wild beasts are inferior to Miao Ran in this realm. He is a well-deserved ferocious beast in human form.

The human body is an infinite treasure. Although body-refining monks and god-refining monks take different paths, they both dig within the body.

The physical body of a body-refining monk who has been able to reach this point can withstand even ordinary Taoist soldiers with the blessing of magic power.

Compared to the magic attacks of the god-refining monks, the coercion of heaven and earth and the will of the gods dominate.

Body-refining monks rely more on the supreme divine power intertwined with the power of God and themselves.

In the same realm, the advantages of body-refining monks are obvious.

That old man was obviously not a body-refining monk.

The old man's wits were weak and his energy and blood were not surging.

If Miao Ran's energy and blood are like the roaring mountains and tsunami, and the energy and blood of the Great Wall, then the old man is like an ordinary god-refining monk, but he has the physical aura that a monk should have.

Moreover, this aura is quite weird, it seems like it was obtained by reshaping the body like a ghost cultivator.

Therefore, Confucian scholars asserted that the old man may not die, but he will definitely fail.

Fei Laijun shrugged and shook his head: "There are always people who feel that the gap between themselves and the majority of disciples is very small."

The chill and chill just now made Feilaijun wonder whether the trip to Tiger Tomb would be disadvantageous for his descendants.

I didn't feel that there was any fear in my heart at all.

How could he be afraid of those eyes?

He was clearly an old man, an old man who was almost exhausted. Even his eyes had a dull glow, without any vitality or prosperity.

"Let's go first." The monk in the hat said.

"That's fine."

"I think Miao Ran won't take too long." The old woman nodded.

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Just when Mengzhi was worried, the old man sitting cross-legged on the bow stepped out.

The sluggish inspiration seems to be in full bloom.

Miao Ran looked at the old man who had stepped out of the boat in surprise. He was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat just now, looking like a skinny old man who was curled up in a ball on the verge of death.

When he stood up, he was more than seven feet tall.

Even Miao Ran, a strong man who trained himself, looked a little thinner.

The old man's pale face showed blue.

A mouth of silver teeth is like chopping teeth.

The fist intention is like a river pouring down, the Milky Way falling, and like the sun and moon rising into the sky.

The majestic momentum illuminated the originally dark barrier space.

"That's good!"

Miao Ran suddenly activated his blood technique, and his fiery red body instantly turned into black. His light black aura seemed to cover up the rising sun and moon.

He admitted that he might have underestimated the old man, but as a monk who ranked high on the list of geniuses, he was not afraid of any other monks in the same realm.

Even if they are the real monsters in the sect, he still dares to challenge them.

A mere old guy, even if his boxing skills are profound and superb, he is naturally at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation and body.

“Bang!!!”

The explosion was like the collision of stars.

The huge vibration set off boundless ripples.

The originally peaceful barrier space now looked more like it had been devastated by a violent storm, leaving a mess on the ground. The creatures that originally grew up in the barrier space were either involved in it or died.

Some of those with strong bodies were able to escape in terror due to their own strength.

Fei Laijun's eyes widened.

The man in the hat stopped.

The swordsman in green and the old woman also looked surprised.

The great demon frowned, the Confucian scholar was surprised, and Yin Zhaoluo's beautiful eyes were full of doubts.

Until the light converged and dispersed, a figure flew out, it was Miao Ran who took action brazenly.

"ah?"

Fei Laijun said in surprise: "Why is it Fellow Taoist Miao..."

"this……"

Yin Zhaoluo stared at the central light in surprise, as if he wanted to see through it.

Miao Ran flew out upside down, and the figure of the gray-haired old man gradually emerged.

The old man who originally had full arms now had only black bones left in his right arm, and all the flesh and blood on the arm had long since disappeared.

On the other hand, Miao Ran, who flew backwards, had a complete figure and no damage to his arms. At this time, everyone put aside their doubts and surprises and said, "So that's it."

Let's just say, how could a Taoist genius in the late stage of divine transformation not be able to defeat an old man from Yehu Chan?

Now it seems that Miao Ran's skills are still superior.

Even though it was the one that flew out upside down, the opponent lost an arm.

Make a decision!

I just didn't expect that the old man's Taoism was so powerful, no less than the majority of Taoist candidates.

Since we have already taken action at this point, Fei Laijun doesn't feel any regret.

On the contrary, I felt that it was better to clean up in advance, otherwise when they entered the temple, this old guy would give them a try, and all the seedlings would be lost here.

I can only feel happy in my heart.

The main soul slowly retracted his arm.

Seeing that the dark arm bones were growing with blood, flesh, and nerves, they seemed to be printed, and the flying black and red ashes made this skeletal arm return to its original appearance.

The main soul moved for a moment and nodded with satisfaction.

It's better to cultivate your body and be able to fully utilize his boneless power.

Otherwise, the great spells used by any god-refining monk in the late stage of divine transformation will consume more of his mana.

Thinking of this, the main soul looked at Miao Ran.

His eyes were full of solemnity.

Miao Ran was indeed a well-deserved genius. He punched him with all his strength, only his energy and blood were repulsed, and his five internal organs were displaced. It was not even a minor injury.

It should be said that he is worthy of being a famous monk on the list of geniuses, and he is also worthy of the great inheritance. Compared with him, although Huang Tuo and him are both candidates for Taoism, the gap is huge.

Compared to the main soul's thinking, Miao Ran was extremely shocked.

He watched helplessly as the main soul's arm collapsed and regrouped. However, this was not the thing that surprised him the most. What shocked him the most was the extremely profound boxing technique.

That boxing technique was like an all-encompassing abyss of heaven and earth, preventing the light of his boxing technique from shining.

"Straight bitch, where did this fucking monster come from?!"

Miao Ran licked her chapped lips.

It doesn’t matter if they have strong boxing skills, there are still more evil people among the younger generation in the Holy Land, but what is that weird Tao body?

Is this really an old thing? If the other party is really an old man, he should have been famous in Donghuang long ago, and he would not be as unknown as he is now.

It should be noted that the strong are dazzling wherever they are.

The big man in green with the knife in his back looked cold and his eyes were full of solemnity. He said in a deep voice: "Miao Ran is in trouble."

"I see it!"

The man in the hat nodded.

"This person's moral conduct is not weak."

"Not only is he not weak, he is simply ridiculously strong." The old man said.

The woman took over Fei Laijun's words, then frowned and said: "On the list of geniuses, I have seen many geniuses. Where did this person jump out of the cracks in the rocks? How come I have never heard of his name before?

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To be continued...