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Chapter 172: Head of Emei(2/2)

Although this whisk is not a real long sword,

But it is no different from a long sword. If you strike it with your palm,

I'm afraid this hand will be completely useless."

Taoist Priest Qi Qi didn't expect Qin Fan to be like this, he frowned and said with some disdain.

"Really? I don't think so!"

Qin Fan sneered, and then without any hesitation, his palm landed directly on the top of the fly whisk.

boom!

In an instant, the two intersected, and a huge fluctuation of internal energy came.

"No! There's something wrong with this kid!"

Just had a fight,

After whisking the dust, the expression of the magical Taoist priest suddenly changed,

All the internal energy in his body suddenly surged and was quickly directed towards the whisk.

"break!"

Then he saw Qin Fan's palm crushing the straight whisk,

He easily destroyed the magical Taoist master and practiced Emei swordsmanship to the point of perfection.

Poof!

The sword energy dissipated, and the magical Taoist priest connected to it immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Qin Fan didn't show any restraint, he flew down and hit the magical Taoist Priest with one palm.

boom!

Then I heard a muffled sound,

The body of the magical Taoist Immortal Wind Dao flew directly upside down for more than ten meters.

Then he hit a big tree and stopped.

This palm doesn't seem to be very powerful, but after hitting the magical Taoist Priest,

But it caused the magical Taoist priest to have more than half of his ribs broken.

The body suffered heavy injuries, which was still minor. What was serious was that the internal energy of Taoist Master Qi was turbulent at this moment.

It is no longer under my control.

"You! Who are you!"

After one move, the magical Taoist priest was defeated. He looked at Qin Fan with a somewhat horrified expression, and then asked.

"Qin Fan!" Qin Fan snorted coldly and put away his moves.

Seeing that he no longer had the strength to resist,

Qin Fan then looked at Xuanyuan Sanguang beside him.

Then he smiled at him and said: "Xuanyuan Sanguang! How about we have a bet?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang's strength was about the same as Taoist Master Qi Qi's, so when he saw that his opponent failed in one move, he was naturally horrified.

At this moment, even though Xuanyuan Sanguang was addicted to gambling, he did not dare to make trouble with Qin Fan.

"I wonder how Mr. Qin plans to change the rules!" Xuanyuan Sanguang asked.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Master Qi Qi was completely dumbfounded.

In this world, the fist is the boss,

Even Xuanyuan Sanguang, who was addicted to gambling, was so weak in the face of real strength.

"It's quite simple!

You and I are betting against each other, and the bet is this magical Taoist priest,

If I win, whatever I want from him, you will do it for me.

The opposite is also true, if you win, I will take away what you want from him.

how do you feel?"
Chapter completed!
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