My Master is Lin Zhengying

When the time comes, they'll break up in a hurry, and what's the matter?

So, he hurriedly said to the three old men beside him:

"Three, these people are really difficult.

Trouble you three shot it! "

These three are monks from Bailian Mountain in Guangdong and Guangxi.

They are all in their [-]s and look like little old men.

Traveled to Jinling City and was invited to the Dragon and Tiger Hall as a guest.

It happened that Long Buao was injured, so he directly invited him to help out.

The three old men smiled.

A bearded old man headed by said:

"Don't worry, leader, these little dolls can be wiped out with just a raise of your hand."

When Long Batian heard this, he was overjoyed.

"Great, let's invite the three of you to make a move!

Afterwards, there must be a big thank you. "

The three old men grinned.

One of the whiskers said:

"Big brother and second brother, let me do it!"

The other two old men nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the bearded man took a step forward.

All of a sudden, the violent breath circulated.

And from behind, drew a black flag.

As soon as the big flag came out, the opponent jumped up suddenly.

The banners fluttered, and the black air radiated.

He spotted Nan Chen and the others, as well as the nuns on the other side, and waved two flags fiercely.

The banner roared.

Suddenly, two violent cold winds swept across.

The cold wind was like a category nine typhoon.

Oncoming, and icy cold.

Nan Chen only felt a chill all around, and his breath surged.

Immediately afterwards, under this violent cold wind, he retreated again and again, unable to stand still at all.

You must know that Nan Chen's strength is comparable to that of the fifth level of the mysterious rank.

He couldn't stand still.

Qiusheng Wencai, etc., and those nuns in the Yuanshang Temple whose cultivation base is only second or third level of the yellow rank, how can they resist?

For a moment, the crowd tumbling.

They were blown to the ground by the violent cold wind.

Several of them fell to the ground with blood dripping from their heads.

Just now, the mighty and unstoppable Nan Chen's side.

But under this black flag.

Swept to pieces, powerless to resist.

The situation has taken a turn for the worse...

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The Taoist priest invited by Longhutang is really amazing.

With one wave of this banner, there is such power.

The wind howled, and ordinary people couldn't stand upright at all.

At the scene, Nan Chen had the highest cultivation level, and was forced to back up again and again.

Qiusheng Wencai and the others staggered even more and almost fell down.

The female nuns who went to the temple also fell down a lot.

Can't stand at all.

As for the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, many of them were also affected.

They are even more miserable, after all, they have never practiced, and they don't have the protection of Xuangong in their bodies.