Panda Taoist Priest

The Earth Elemental Barrier trembled, and with a wail, it shattered …

The instant the light barrier disappeared, Chu Xiong's bear paw also landed on the old Daoist's head without hesitation. Chu Xiong's attacks were very continuous. One of his paw was absorbing the spirit energy from the Earth Elemental Barrier while the other one was hitting the opportunity to kill the old Daoist.

"Pah!"

With a crisp sound, the upper half of the old Daoist's body was smashed to pieces. The lower half of his body fell to the ground with a clang.

An intermediate stage Daoist Priest was killed by Chu Xiong in the blink of an eye!

The reason why Chu Xiong was able to kill Old Daoist Xue was partly because of the success of the talisman, but also because Old Daoist Xue himself had let his guard down against the Black Bear Spirit Beast. The Old Daoist did not believe that his Earth Elemental Barrier would be broken by a low level spirit beast even in death.

As the saying goes, a dignified middle mortal Daoist died rather unjustly.

Why do you say that?

Due to the difference in strength between Chu Xiong and Old Daoist Xue, Chu Xiong should have spent two more talismans …

Without spiritual energy to guide it, the ownerless flying sword landed on the ground with a clang.

The yellow sand gradually disappeared as well.

Due to the previous cry, Chu Xiong slapped his bag of holding and a few runes appeared in his hand. With a face of vigilance, he looked at everything outside of the yellow sand.

"Hey!" Chu Xiong was stunned. Lin An was standing there with a face full of excitement. The small green shield was flying around him and the flying sword was back in his hands.

As for Zhao Zhifan, he had also used his Thousand Jin Hammer and Astral Souls. Both sides had actually stopped attacking!

Then who was that scream?

Chu Xiong followed Lin An's gaze and looked over. He saw that Li Ming had already been decapitated.

And beside Li Ming's corpse, stood an old man wearing a blue robe. It was the Wang Family City Dao Scholar, Wang Shouyi!

How did he get here? Didn't he say that he couldn't come? Chu Xiong's eyes flickered as he stared at the old Daoist while pondering.

The old man from the Wang Clan, Wang Shouyi, looked at Chu Xiong and was pleasantly surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you know that this Penniless Priest is in danger?" Lin An wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Wang Shouyi's face trembled. He rolled his eyes and said, "This Penniless Priest calculated with his fingers. Fellow Daoist, you encountered a calamity today, so you followed behind Fellow Daoist and chased after me."

Old Daoist Wang's face did not turn red as he remained calm.

Actually, he had already predicted that the enemy would ambush him. Thus, he let Lin An be the pathfinder's stone while he himself had fallen behind, intending to catch a oriole with a mantis in the rear.

However, he never expected three Taoists from the Yellow Sky Monastery to come. How could he, an old yellow sparrow, capture them? Therefore, he had already made up his mind to retreat.

In the end, before he could leave, it was actually Chu Xiong and Lin An who were fighting against each other. In addition to the cheers and cheers from the Qingzhou soldiers, Wang Shouyi thought that his grandson, Wang Ping, was still down there.

Wang Shouyi was not an old man. He valued his life, but he was not stupid. He saw that there was only one cultivator with the lowest cultivation level, a cultivator with a low mortal body, watching the fight from the side. He could not help but be pleasantly surprised and launch a sneak attack.

He really succeeded!

Not only had he succeeded, Lin An's Black Bear had even killed a Mid Rank Mortal Body Daoist.

In the blink of an eye, only one cultivator from Huang Tian Monastery remained, but two from the Daoist Priest from Gui Yun Sect …

As for his calculation, it was pure bullshit!

Lin An's eyes lit up, "Fellow Taoist, you have such an ability!" This really is all thanks to fellow Daoist's kindness. Otherwise, This Penniless Priest would be in danger. "

"Fellow is truly modest. Even if this Penniless Priest did not act, I believe that Huang Tianliang's thief would not be able to do anything to Fellow." The old Daoist laughed and performed a one-handed technique. Then, his flying sword flew to his head.

At the same time, he slapped his storage pouch and a small round shield appeared in front of him. However, this shield was much smaller than the one in front of Lin An. This was because the Water Pattern Shield in Lin An's hand was a mid-grade magic tool, and the small shield in front of old Daoist Wang was only a low-grade magic tool.

Old Daoist Wang was an old man, so he had plenty of experience in fighting techniques. He immediately summoned his defensive magic tool. He did not seek for meritorious service, but he had never failed.

Chu Xiong retracted his Spiritual Qi and his body returned to its original form. Maintaining a tall and big body required the consumption of Spiritual Qi. Now that he had an old Taoist on his side, he wouldn't need to use up all his strength.

Then, Chu Xiong waved his hand and grabbed the storage bag.

Lin An who was in the distance happened to see Chu Xiong's actions. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and his heart ached. He knew that once the good stuff was in Chu Xiong's hands, it would be hard to get it back.

However, this was not the time to ask Chu Xiong for a storage bag because there was still one cultivator from Huang Tianliang, Zhao Zhifan.

At this moment, Zhao Zhifan no longer had his previous complacency. He fearfully looked at the two people in front of him. A yellow ribbon was floating around him, protecting him.

When Elder Wang killed Li Ming, Zhao Zhifan didn't feel good. When the yellow sand receded, the old man was also killed by Chu Xiong. Amidst his shock, Zhao Zhifan summoned a defensive magic tool from his storage pouch.

"Fellow cultivator of Yellow Sky Monastery, this humble Taoist would like to see you surrender first. Otherwise, if we were to fight, you are doomed!" Old Daoist Wang stroked his beard, calm and contented, as if he was holding the life of a Taoist from Huang Tianliang in his hands.

"Humph!" If you want to take down This Penniless Priest, then we'll have to see if you guys have the ability to do so. " Zhao Zhifan coldly replied. At this time, he put away the "Thousand Jin Hammer" in his storage pouch, leaving behind only a defensive magic tool "Yellow Jade Belt" and an offensive magic tool "Astral Taper".

His two magic tools were mid-grade magic tools and consumed a lot of spiritual energy. With his mortal body's middle grade cultivation, he could barely control both of them at the same time. It would be difficult for him to add another thousand jin of hammer energy to them.

"Intermediate tier magical equipment!" Old Daoist Wang carefully examined the two magic tools around Zhao Zhifan and couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

The longsword in his hand was a low-grade magic tool, and the defensive magic tool, the small shield, was also a low-grade magic tool.

From the day Elder Wang started cultivating, he followed the rules and followed the rules. He cultivated step by step, without exploring any treasures nor encountering any fortuitous encounters. As a result, despite his age, he only had a longsword and a low-grade magic tool that he had saved up spirit stones for later, the small shield. As such, when he saw Zhao Zhifan's wealth, he could not help but feel nervous.

Wang Shouyi understood that the difference between a mid-grade magic tool and a low-grade magic tool was truly great!

It was just like the difference between a knife made of fine iron and a knife made of wood. It was the same size, how could there be a difference?!

It was obvious.

Imagine Lin An with a low mortal body holding a wooden weapon, and two medium mortal body wielding iron knives. After fighting for such a long time, the opponent still lost one of them?!

How did this happen?

Wang Shouyi felt that he was too old and his brain wasn't enough to handle it …

"Fellow cultivator Wang, let's attack together." Lin An also saw Zhao Zhifan's mid-grade magic tool. However, his cultivation years were limited, and he had never fought in a big battle, so he didn't have any mid-grade magic tools.

Lin An felt that he also had a mid-grade defensive magic tool, the "Water Pattern Shield", so he wasn't as worried or afraid as Old Daoist Wang.

"Chu Xiong, Old Daoist Wang and I will attack Zhao Zhifan together, find a chance to launch a sneak attack on him." Lin An's excited commanding voice sounded in Chu Xiong's ears.

"Rise!" Following that, Lin An shouted loudly, and his flying sword soared into the sky with a flash of white light.