Chu Tian's face seemed to suddenly turn into a whole piece of granite, with no expression or smile at all. He just looked at the monk in the lead coldly: "I was easy to talk to, who asked you to challenge my bottom line? The ungrateful old bald donkey, hurry up and get out of the way."

At the same time, he shouted backwards: "Health preservation, open the way!"

Tian Yangsheng responded with expressionless expression, and the black knife came out of the box with a long roar. He jumped over Chu Tian and others and greeted the five great monks. His momentum was like a rainbow and his invincible confidence. He suddenly saw the black knife light flashing three times in succession, like lightning in the clear sky, which was amazing.

He attacked forward with great speed with three swords, swinging his right palm, and a rushing towards the opponent. The three swords and one palm, the speed of the moves and parts were incredibly coordinated. The monks behind him sighed, and the blocked monk's body was even more shocked, and his hand holding the staff tightened.

The leader gathered his mind and issued a warning: "Be careful!"

Amid his shouts, the two men in front quickly avoided left and right, and their body speed was no less than that of Tian’s health. Chu Tian felt a little awesome and thought: No wonder the old bald donkey was so arrogant. It turned out that there were such powerful figures in the temple. It seemed that it was better to be more careful.

He never ordered a massacre to start a massacre, just because he was worried that Xia Qiudi and the others would be harmed.

In this moment of lightning, Tian Yangsheng took advantage of their dodging left and right to flirt with the three people behind! Suddenly, two sharp and sharp roars attacked the joints of his arms left and right, and the joints were as if they were hit. The black knife not only failed, but also failed and was at slaughtered.

Tian Yangsheng had just become wary, and saw this, he drew an arc, and his body turned over two meters and landed on the ground. Just when everyone thought that his move was old, Tian Yangsheng's feet slipped and rushed towards the monks with a strange figure. The black knife murderous intention gathered.

The monks were slightly surprised and the Zen stick appeared instantly.

At this moment, Tian Yangsheng had rushed to the front, and the monk in front suddenly waved his Zen stick and swept it to Tian Yangsheng. Tian Yangsheng stretched out his left hand, held his hand and grabbed his Zen stick, and threw it at the monk who led the monk. The monk raised his eyebrows lightly and cut the Zen stick into two pieces in one palm.

But the power of Tianyang Preservation is extremely powerful.

Although the Zen Staff was slapped by the monk in charge, his wrist was still numb. Tianyangsheng did not stop, and his left hand was stretched and he could throw it. All the monks were masters in the sect, but when he reached out and grabbed the Zen Staff, he had no room for dodging and gave it to him.

More than ten Zen sticks flew in the sky, with cold light shining, and flew towards the monk in succession.

The monk's face was as cold as frost, and the Zen stick gradually slapped or waved it. Afterwards, his right arm was sore, and he immediately intersected the Zen stick with his left hand. His left hand made the Zen stick with no difference from his right hand, but he saw the Zen stick flying in the air, and some of them hit the side, and his strength was extremely strong.

The injured monks on the ground retreated one after another, fearing that they would suffer unintentional disasters.

When Chu Tian saw the helpless and painful look of the monk, he felt secretly amused, and then he had the fun of killing the chicken to warn the monkey. Before the monk could waved the Zen stick all over the sky, he issued an order to Tianyangsheng: "Tianyangsheng, give this monk empty-handed!"

Tian Yangsheng suddenly jumped up and grabbed the monk's face like a flash with his left hand.

The monk in charge was already troubled by Tian Yangsheng, and Chu Tian was irritable and asked Tian Yangsheng to knock him down. He looked even more red and threw the Zen stick next to him. He was also preparing to fight Tian Yangsheng empty-handed to save his reputation.

The martial arts of Haide Temple are mainly strong and powerful. As the finale of the fourth hall, the monk naturally has his own outstanding skills. Seeing that Tian Yangsheng made rapid moves and strong strength, he did not dodge, his arms were filled with strength, and he attacked him faced him carelessly.

The two of them connected the wind in their palms and suddenly, a loud bang in the sky was heard.

Both sides were shocked by the opponent's strong palm force and retreated continuously before they could stabilize their bodies. To outsiders, this time the attack was half a dozen, and the match was equal, and no one got any benefits. However, the monk in the lead knew that he was a little inferior. After all, Tianyangsheng fought from the front until now.

Seeing this, Chu Tian nodded slightly. It seemed that he was very at ease with Tian’s health.

With one move of Tianyangsheng, he was equally matched with the monk who led the monk. He had no joy or dissatisfaction on his face. His five fingers with his right hand were like hooks, and the original situation remained unchanged. He rushed straight into the ground and grabbed the void of the monk's face. He heard a sharp "hissing" sound in the air.

His left palm took advantage of the momentum to draw an arc upward, then pressed it down, and quickly tilted towards the monk's lower abdomen. The monk's leadership has been in Haide Temple for nearly 30 years and has had twenty years of martial arts practice, and has rich experience in fighting the enemy in the face of battle.

He saw that the sky's health preservation was not only vicious and fast, but also full of strength. He knew that his victory and defeat were related to the hundreds of years of reputation of Haide Temple, and he did not dare to take it lightly. He saw that the monk in front of him calmly used his unique skills, and he poured his true power into his sleeves, shaking and swinging.

Suddenly, the monk's robe was like a sharp sword and swept towards the health-preserving chest.

Chu Tian raised his lips slightly and said lightly: "Old monk, how about you!"

Tian Yangsheng still had no expression on his face. He immediately moved his body several feet to the left, easily avoiding the opponent's thunder attack. While the monk was using his old move, he took advantage of the situation to follow up. He slashed his left palm across the waist, turned his right hand into fingers, and pointed to his arms continuously, using one move and two, with many changes.

The monk in the leadership kept calm in the face of danger, sneered, turned his body, and then his right hand launched an attack from the left side of Tianyangsheng like lightning, and his left palm grabbed the opponent's wrist. At the same time, he lifted the ground and shot at Tianyangsheng. He believed that this move would be used, and Tianyangsheng would undoubtedly fail.

Chu Tian shrugged his shoulders and clapped his hands and said, "Health preservation, don't play with him!"

Tian Yangsheng's eyes immediately gathered, and he slapped his backhand at the end of the Zen Staff, and the Zen Staff shattered with a bang.

Such domineering force made the monk in the leader stunned. At this moment, Tian Yangsheng's move suddenly changed, his body flew up in the air, his arms spreading their wings like an eagle, flying in the air, his arms slid slightly, suddenly one into one, and quickly hit the monk in the air.

In an instant, a black light like a sharp blade rose into the sky.

It seemed like a black dragon soaring into the sky flashed, without any slight wind sound, and directly hit the monk's chest. Suddenly, a muffled groan came from the field, and the monk's mouth was filled with blood, covering his chest and retreating, and an incredible expression ejaculated in his frightened eyes.

There was a fist mark on his chest, and the ribs under his flesh were broken.

He staggered and sat on the ground, pointed at Tianyangsheng and said, "You..."

He seemed to want to say something but he could not suppress his injury in the end. He pounced! He sprayed out a large mouthful of blood. Among the blood flowers in the sky, Chu Tian had already walked up to him and chuckled, "Stay rest, don't move around, otherwise you really want to see the Buddha!"

He also clasped his hands together and sang meaningfully: "Anita!"

Chu Tian stepped across their bodies and walked towards the hall where the Holy Wrath was. He left the endless decadence and desolation, and behind him were the wounded bodies and hatreds of the hall. Of course, there was also unconcealed admiration. Defeating them was equivalent to defeating most of the monks of Hyde Temple.

There are no less than a hundred monks, but Chu Tian has only four.

Cold, cold wind blows.

Chu Tian slowly walked through the corridor of the hall. The cold wind blew on his chest from the windows on both sides, gradually turning the warmth into coldness. He suddenly felt a kind of cruel pleasure in his chest. He was not a cruel person, and he never wanted to hurt others, nor did he want others to hurt him.

And, his friends!

But there are people in this world who always think that they are born strong and have the power to hurt others, but others cannot hurt them a little. They may not be truly vicious people, but this kind of fatal superiority is not only hateful, but also hateful.

The only way to deal with such people is perhaps to fight tooth.

Let him understand that when you hurt others, others can also hurt you. This is also the reason why Chu Tian used heavy hands in the Fourth Hall. He wanted to warn Master Shengqi: If Xia Qiudi and the others had anything to do, he would use the entire Hyde Temple to bury him.

When he stepped into Hall No. 5, Chu Tian caught a glimpse of the Holy Wrathful Master and the others.
Chapter completed!