"Amitabha, the dragon benefactor has profound skills, and the poor monk admires him." Kong Jian, the holy monk, said softly.

At this time, Long Wu's face looked ugly.

He suffered serious internal injuries from the blow just now, and blood is still surging in his chest.

"I used all my strength, but this old bald donkey didn't vomit blood?"

"It stands to reason that he should have suffered serious internal injuries. How come he doesn't seem to be injured?"

"Could it be that this old bald ass is hiding his cultivation?"

"With him here, it will be a little difficult to kill Ye Qiu."

"I came all the way here. If I can't even kill Ye Qiu, how can I have the nerve to go back?"

Long Wu thought of this, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and coldly snorted: "Kong Jian, that kid is Ye Wushuang's son. You should know that you can't protect him."

"Even if you block me now, you can't block my brother and the others."

"We in the Forbidden City will destroy Ye Wushuang's seeds with all our strength."

"Song Jian, if you insist on going your own way, Tianlong Temple will not be able to escape misfortune."

"And your apprentice will also die without a burial place!"
Chapter completed!