I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1902 Injuring the tendons
After a long time, Master Fan coughed twice, exhaled a long breath, and slowly opened his eyes. His expression was unavoidably gloomy, and his face became even paler.

Seeing that Master Fan finally got over his breath, Master Huikong and others finally felt relieved, Master Huikong asked quickly: "Uncle, you severely injured that hooked nose with a single palm just now. Standing there, why did you suddenly fall down? My nephew sees that villain's cultivation level is very high, but he is inferior to you?"

Master Liaofan didn't answer Master Huikong's words, but stretched his hand to his waist, trying to find something, but found nothing after searching for a long time, so he asked, "Where is the wine... old monk's wine gourd? "

Master Huicong leaned over and said with a troubled face: "Uncle Master... You have suffered too much internal injury, so you can't drink..."

Master Liao Fan stared, but his momentum was a little weaker than before, and cursed: "You little bastards, I just want to drink, get me some wine!"

Master Huikong was very helpless, and finally ordered a disciple behind him to fetch Master Fan's wine gourd, and handed it to Master Fan himself. Master Fan took the wine gourd tremblingly, opened the lid, and He drank a few mouthfuls, but was choked by the wine and coughed again and again. He opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of bloody wine. Seeing this, the worries on the faces of Master Huikong and others increased. They all looked like they were hesitant to speak.

After drinking a few sips of wine, Master Fan's face gradually turned red, and then he let out a long sigh, and slowly closed his eyes, looking very tired.

Only then did Taoist Master Qingfeng ask eagerly: "The poor Taoist heard the chaos outside just now, what happened? Who injured Master Fan?"

Master Huikong turned his head and glanced at Daoist Qingfeng, and said in a deep voice: "Who else could it be? It was the masked old Taoist who came to seek revenge, and brought a top-level expert to beat me up, Master Fan!" hurt."

Daoist Qingfeng was taken aback again, and said in disbelief: "What?! Masked old man? Wasn't he seriously injured and couldn't recover in a short time? How could he come to you so quickly?"

"This old man is not clear. That person must be a masked old man. The person he found was wearing a big vulture demon and a symbiotic tiger soul. His cultivation base is unpredictable. If it weren't for today I have Master Fan here, I am afraid that everyone in Dakong Temple will not escape."

Hearing Master Huikong talk about the vulture monster and the symbiotic tiger soul, Daoist Qingfeng's surprised expression became even more indescribable, he just opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

At this time, Master Liaofan sat up supported by the little monk Zen Heart, and said with difficulty: "These two people are not inferior to the old man...today's battle, the old man also won by luck. In fact, the old man is better than the eagle. The old guy with the hooked nose was injured even more seriously. Just now, when I faced him with a palm, I felt that the old guy's body was full of true energy, like overwhelming mountains. When I hit that palm, I just held on and didn't fall down. But the tendons have already been injured, fortunately, they didn't notice it, otherwise our Dakong Temple will not escape this catastrophe..."

"Uncle, is that big nose so powerful? My nephew sees that you invited a dragon-subduing arhat. It should be easy to kill them." Master Huikong said.

(End of this chapter)