The wine fighting monk used to be red all over his face, but now his face turns white in an instant. At the same time, his robe expands in an instant, which makes him look like a big circle.

He quickly retreated. Every step back, his robe became smaller by one point. After ten steps back, his robe just returned to normal. No, it was even smaller than before. A few sharp eyed people could see clearly that it was not the robe that became smaller, but the tall and burly wine fighting monk who had become a little thin and rickety.

The masked man did not pursue the Doujiu monk, but attacked Wang Chongyang on the back. Just now, Wang Chongyang saw a sudden change, and subconsciously took back some of his internal power, so that the wine fighting monk had the strength to deal with the sneak attack.

However, this sudden withdrawal of his internal power, coupled with the fact that the wine fighting monk didn't have time to withdraw his internal power at the same time, made his blood churn. Of course, with the cultivation of his great master, this kind of internal injury could be temporarily suppressed after a few breaths. Unfortunately, the masked man didn't give him time. When he was half paralyzed and didn't have time to resist, he pressed his palm on his back.

Wang Chongyang sighed: "my life is over!"

Just after the rise and fall, he naturally saw that the masked man had also reached the level of great master. When he was hit by the other person's palm in his vest, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, let alone now?

But soon his face was startled, and he was not hurt. The other party's magnificent Qi seemed to just take his body as a ferry, and follow the meridians in his body to surge from his right palm.

He was a gorgeous man, immediately understood the intention of the other side, is to take the opportunity to hurt and fight their own internal power of Huang Shang! Huang Chang's internal power was equal to his own, but he suddenly doubled his internal power. Where can he stand?

Wang Chongyang is not willing to let the masked man succeed, but he knows very well that if he closes his hand, the surging internal power in his body will explode in an instant, and he will be killed immediately. He even has no time to leave a last word.

Survival is a human instinct. Even when he is a great master, it's hard to avoid vulgarity. Of course, if he is given enough time to think about it, he may sacrifice himself if he wants to understand the relationship.

But in such a hurry, where can he think clearly? What the other party wants is his momentary hesitation.

It was such a hesitant effort that the turbulent and incomparable Qi had already surged from his palm to Huang Chang.

The whole change just happened in an instant. Huang Chang saw the wine fighting monk being attacked, and his reaction was fast enough. Now it is impossible for him to retreat completely. He plans to fight for internal injuries and also interrupt the competition of internal forces. I think Wang Chongyang is busy fighting against the masked man, and he won't attack him at this time, even if he suffers from internal forces, Also barely within the range of tolerance, take advantage of the gap of the masked man attacking Wang Chongyang to restore his freedom, so that he can still have the power to fight with the masked man.

It's a pity that as soon as he received his internal power, the power of Wang Chongyang's palm suddenly doubled, Huang Chang's blood gushed, and his whole body retreated like a broken sandbag. His first reaction was that Wang Chongyang took the opportunity to plot against him, but the next moment he immediately reflected that the internal power he had just attacked was totally different from Wang Chongyang's innate skill, and it was obviously the masked man who attacked him.

It turns out that the other party did not hurt Wang Chongyang as he imagined, but chose to deal with himself first!

"What a deep calculation!" At that moment, huang shang not only suffered from his own internal force, but also the power of Wang Chongyang and the mysterious man, which was equivalent to a person who suffered the full blow of the three great masters without any defense. In addition, he was old, and his vitality was exhausted. Now the only thing he could do was to take a few more breaths.

The timing of the other side is so precise that even his reaction after the attack is fully utilized. If it is not planned at the beginning, he will not believe anything.

The masked man did not stop beating the two great masters in a row. He continued to press his palm on Wang Chongyang's waistcoat. As soon as he vomited his internal power, he would shatter each other's meridians.

However, Huang Chang retreated suddenly, and Wang Chongyang was finally able to free his hands. Because the key point was controlled, he knew that he would not be spared. Instead, he chose to exchange his life for his life instead of defending himself. One of the martial arts of Quanzhen school is the sword technique of returning to the same goal. With Wang Chongyang's cultivation today, he naturally does not insist on using the sword.

With a twist of his arm, he poked back with an incredible arc of anti joint. With congenital skill and a Yang finger force, he directly hit the man's lower abdomen.

The masked man retreated abruptly. Although his head and face were covered, he could see that his breathing was much faster than usual. It was obvious that the move just made him hurt a lot.

However, Wang Chongyang sighed secretly. He was attacked first. At the beginning of the attack, the acupoints in his waistcoat were restrained, and the opponent's internal power suddenly intruded into his body. As a result, his innate skill and the power of Yiyang finger were more or less compromised. Just before he hit the opponent's abdomen, he ran into a very soft invisible wall of air, and part of his internal power was like a mud ox entering the sea. Also thanks to a Yang refers to break the real gas, otherwise with his state at that time, may not be able to really hit each other.

However, after breaking through the gas wall, his finger force was at the end of a bolt. Although he hurt his opponent, it was not a fatal injury. With his opponent's martial arts, he could recover after a period of cultivation.

His own situation is much worse. His internal meridians have been destroyed in a mess. Although he will not die immediately, he will only live for a few months at most.

"The Yijinjing is indeed a famous skill for thousands of years. Who is the eminent monk of Shaolin?" The wine fighting monk not far away finally calmed down and said in a hoarse voice. Although he had been watching for a long time, it was only a few breaths since the masked man's sneak attack. After a short fight just now, he could naturally judge the martial arts that hurt him.

The other people in the field noticed the situation of the fighting monk at that time. Originally, he was practicing Joyoung's magic power, and the whole person was radiant. At this time, his cheeks seemed to be dried up.

The face of the things that vanishes in a flash of color, the Weng voice is Weng, and the Spirit says, "the master of Joyoung's magic is really deserved. When the light and stone were burning, it was possible to sacrifice the essence of blood for the purpose of preserving vitality. In a few days, it is impossible to practice it and not come back."

The wine fighting monk sighed: "today there is no life under the mountain." On weekdays, he had Joyoung's magic power, and the general injury Joyoung was automatically restored after several hours of running on Sunday. Even though he was seriously injured, he recovered very quickly. But just now the opponent's attack is directly beyond the scope of Jiuyang Qi recovery, so he has to use secret skills to save his life.

It's just that the reason why the secret skill is called the secret skill is obviously costly. Now his cultivation has fallen. Even if he leaves safely, he will not be able to return to the great master's realm all his life.

"No, his internal power just now..." Huang Shang, lying on the other side of the ground, said feebly. Although he had no vitality in his body, he was the foundation of a great master and would not be killed immediately.

"Master!" Huang Shan girl exclaimed, ran to his side and helped him up. She felt that his body was cold and his pulse was thin. She couldn't help feeling sad.

Huang Chang didn't pay any attention to her. He looked at the masked man and continued: "he seems to be the way of Xiaoyao sect."

Wang Chongyang, sitting on the other side, nodded and echoed: "yes, just now his true Qi of protecting body seems to be the divine skill of Beiming."

"You are also the leader of Shaolin Temple and Xiaoyao sect. Are you..." the wine fighting monk suddenly thought of one person.

The man took off the black towel on his head and sighed: "the reason why he hid his identity is that he didn't want to implicate other related people. Unexpectedly, he was recognized by you."

Then they noticed his clear bald head and white beard. They thought it was no wonder that he had to cover up his hair to hide his identity as a monk.

At this time, Huang shannu had recognized the identity of the other party. She could not help but be surprised and angry: "it's you, sweeping monk!"

"Amitabha." The floor sweeping monk put his hands together, but his face was very pale. In a flash, he hit the three great masters hard. Although it was a sneak attack, it was not easy to hurt them. The three strikes almost exhausted all his power.

Of course, the great master is a great master after all, and there is a gap between him and other experts. Even now he is in the weakest state, even if other people in the field want to take advantage of the fire, he is by no means his opponent.

The yellow shirt girl angrily scolded: "I used to treat you as an eminent monk. I didn't expect that you were just a sneak attack mean person."

"The Archbishop told me so." The sweeping monk didn't explain, and his eyes were full of guilt.

The king of Yi said with a smile: "what do you know? This is not a martial arts contest in the river and lake. The master has national hatred and family hatred. This is the only chance. He has to hit hard, so he doesn't care about anything else."

"National enmity and family hatred?" Zhao Gou couldn't help itching his teeth with hatred. He had a chance to win this time, but suddenly a floor sweeping monk appeared, which made the situation suddenly turn around. The key is that his two most important masters were all seriously injured, and their lives may not be protected. Naturally, they can't continue to work. How can they not ask clearly, "which royal family were you in the doldrums hundreds of years ago?"

Because of murongbo's ridiculous motive, Zhao Gou just asked casually, but unexpectedly, he touched the mood of the floor sweeping monk.

"Originally, I didn't want to say anything more, but if I didn't understand anything, I would have failed my father's efforts over the past hundred years, and I couldn't make all the ancestors smile." the monk's peaceful eyes suddenly lit up a bit of hatred, "Chen Qiao mutiny, Huang Pao Jiashen, how did you come to the throne of Zhao, remember?"

Zhao Gou's face changed: "are you from the Chai family?"

The floor sweeping monk looked to the north, his eyes full of nostalgia: "emperor ruiwu Xiaowen died young in those years, because the first three sons were killed by the hidden emperor Liu Chengyou of the later Han Dynasty, and they could only be succeeded by the fourth son who was still young. As a result, Zhao Kuangyin bullied their orphan and widowed mother, brought a yellow robe and usurped the land of Dazhou."

Huang Chang suddenly moved in his heart: "are you the descendant of Chai Xijin, the king of Ji?" In recent years, he has been secretly tracing the whereabouts of the Zhou clan in the past, and Chai zongxun was granted the title of King Zheng after his Zen throne, which has been under the supervision of the imperial court; Tsao King Chai Xi let them disappear on the day of the coup d'etat and exile among the people. A few years ago, he also found out their whereabouts. After Guo Sheng joined shuipo Liangshan and failed to fight against the Song Dynasty, he lived in Niujia village in seclusion and restored the surname of Guo Wei, the Taizu of the Later Zhou Dynasty. Guo Jing was the only survivor of this vein; Only Chai Xijin, the king of Ji who was adopted by Pan Mei, and Chai Xijiao, the king of Qi who was adopted by Lu Yan, changed their names and disappeared in the sight of the imperial court.