The monk who used to drink wine was red on his face, but now his face turned pale in an instant. At the same time, the monk's robe on his body instantly expanded, and his whole body seemed to have become bigger.

He quickly retreated. With each step he took, his monk's robe became smaller and he took ten steps back. His monk's robe returned to normal. No, it was even a few smaller than before. A few sharp-eyed people could see clearly that it was not that the monk's robe had become smaller, but that the tall and burly monk who had originally had a tall and burly body became a little thin and hunched.

The masked man did not pursue the Douji Monk, but instead attacked Wang Chongyang's back with one palm. Just now, Wang Chongyang saw a sudden change and subconsciously retracted a little internal force, allowing the Douji Monk to have the strength to deal with the person who was attacking the attack.

However, he suddenly retracted his internal energy, and the internal energy that Doujiu Monk had not had time to withdraw, and he could not help but swell his blood. Of course, with his great master's cultivation, such internal injuries could be temporarily suppressed in just a few breaths. Unfortunately, the masked man did not give him time, and while half of his body was paralyzed and he pressed his palm on his back.

Wang Chongyang sighed inwardly: "My life is over!"

Just now, the rabbit was rising and falling, so he naturally could see that the masked man had reached the level of a master. On weekdays, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, let alone his current state?

But soon he looked shocked and he was not injured. The other party's majestic true energy seemed to just treat his body as a ferry and surging along the meridians in his body to his right palm.

He was originally a man of stunning beauty, and immediately understood the other party's intention, which was to take the opportunity to severely damage Huang Shang, who fought with him for internal strength! Huang Shang was originally in a match with his internal strength, but suddenly he added twice as much internal strength. How could the other party stand it?

Wang Chongyang was unwilling to let this masked man succeed, but he knew very well that if he held his palms, the surging internal force in his body would have nowhere to vent, and would explode in his body instantly, and he would die immediately, and he would not even have time to leave a last word.

Survival is a human instinct. Even when he reaches the level of a great master, it is inevitable that he will not be able to avoid being a vulgar. Of course, if he is given enough time to consider it, he may make a choice to sacrifice himself if he wants to understand the powerful relationship.

But in this haste, how could he have time to think clearly? What the other party wants is his hesitation at this moment.

With such hesitation, the extremely surging true energy had already flowed from his palm towards Huang Shang.

The whole change happened just in a moment. Huang Shang witnessed the monk who was attacked by a drunkard and had already reacted quickly enough. He knew that it was impossible to escape without any loss. He planned to interrupt the competition for internal injuries. I think Wang Chongyang was busy fighting against the masked man and would not attack him at this time. In this way, even if he suffered the backlash from the internal force, he would still barely be within the tolerance range. He took advantage of the masked man's time to attack Wang Chongyang, so that he could still have the power to fight with the masked man in the future.

It’s a pity that he had just retracted his internal strength, and the skill in Wang Chongyang’s palm suddenly doubled. Huang Shang squirted blood and 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 realized that the internal strength that had just attacked him was completely different from Wang Chongyang’s innate skills. It was obvious that the masked man attacked him.

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

"What a deep calculation!" Huang Shang not only endured the backlash of his internal strength, but also endured the skills of Wang Chongyang and the mysterious man. It was equivalent to a person who had to bear the full force of the three masters without defense. In addition, he was already old and had an energy in his body at this moment. The only thing he could do now was to take a few more breaths.

The other party's timing was so accurate that even his reaction after being attacked was fully utilized. If it weren't for the plan at the beginning, he wouldn't believe anything.

The masked man did not stop after a continuous heavy blow to two masters. He continued to press his palm on Wang Chongyang's vest. The internal force would shatter the other party's meridians as soon as he vomited.

However, Huang Shang retreated suddenly and Wang Chongyang was finally able to free his hands. Because the key was restrained, he knew that he would never be spared, so he simply stopped defending and chose to exchange his life for life. There is a sword technique in Quanzhen martial arts. With Wang Chongyang's current cultivation level, he naturally did not stick to using a sword.

Twist your arm and poked it backwards at an incredible anti-joint arc. The innate skill plus a yang finger force directly hit the person's lower abdomen.

The masked man retreated violently. Although his head and face were covered, he could see that his breathing was much faster than usual. Obviously, the move just now hurt him.

Wang Chongyang sighed secretly. He was attacked first. At the beginning, the key points on the vest were restrained. The opponent's internal force suddenly invaded his body, causing his innate skills and the power of the Yiyang finger to be more or less reduced. Before he poked the other party's lower abdomen, he hit an extremely soft invisible wall of qi. Some of his internal force instantly seemed to be like a mud cow entering the sea. It was also thanks to the Yiyang finger's specialization in breaking the internal true qi, otherwise, with his condition at that time, he might not have been able to really hit the other party.

However, after breaking through the air wall, his finger strength was at the end. Although he hurt the other party, it was not a fatal injury. With the other party's martial arts, he could recover as before after a period of cultivation.

His own condition is much worse. His meridians have been destroyed in a mess. Although he will not die immediately, he thinks that he will only have a few months of life left at most.

"Yijin Jing is indeed a magical skill that has been famous for thousands of years. Which monk in Shaolin is you?" The wine-double monk who was not far away finally recovered and said hoarsely. Although he had been watching for a long time, it only took a few breaths from the masked man's sneak attack to the present. After a brief fight just now, he could naturally judge what martial arts he was hurting.

Only then did the rest of the field notice the situation of the Douji Monk. He had originally practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art and was radiant. At this time, his cheeks seemed to be much shriveled, and he was like an ordinary thin old man who was about to fall when the wind blew.

The masked man showed a strange look on his face and said in anger: "The master's Nine Yang Divine Art is indeed well-known. He was able to sacrifice his essence and blood to preserve his vitality when he was lightning and fire. With time, his cultivation may not be able to be able to practice it."

The wine monk sighed: "How can I go down the mountain today?" He has the Nine Yang Divine Art to protect his body on weekdays, and his general injuries were automatically recovered after a few Zhoutians. Even if he was seriously injured, he recovered very quickly. But just now the opponent's attack directly exceeded the range of the Nine Yang True Qi recovery, forcing him to use secret techniques to save his life.

However, the reason why secret techniques are called secret techniques is obviously extremely expensive. Now his cultivation has fallen. Even if he leaves safely, he may not be able to return to the realm of a grand master in his entire life.

"No, his internal strength just now..." Huang Shang, who was lying on the ground on the other side, said weakly. Although his body was alive, he was the foundation of a great master after all, and he would not die immediately.

"Master!" The woman in yellow exclaimed, hurriedly ran to him and helped him up. She felt that his body was cold and her pulse was thin and there was still nothing, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

Huang Shang ignored her, looked straight at the masked man, and continued, "His seems to be the way of Xiaoyao Sect."

Wang Chongyang, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side, nodded and echoed: "Yes, his body-protecting true energy just now seemed to be the Beiming Divine Art."

"You are also responsible for Shaolin Temple and the leader of the two Xiaoyao Sects. Are you..." The wine-dou monk suddenly remembered one person.

The man took off the black scarf on his head and sighed quietly: "The reason why he hides his identity is that he doesn't want to implicate other related people. He didn't expect that he would be recognized by you."

Only then did everyone notice his bright bald head and white beard, thinking that no wonder he had to wrap his hair with his mask, it turned out to be to hide his identity as a monk.

The woman in yellow had already recognized the other party's identity at this time, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "So that's you!"

"Amitabha." The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, but his face was extremely pale. In a flash, he severely injured the three great masters. Although it was a sneak attack, it was not easy to hurt the great master. The three attacks just now almost exhausted all his skills.

Of course, the Grand Master is a Grand Master after all, and there is a gap between ordinary masters. Even if he is in the weakest state now, even if others on the field want to go up and take advantage of the situation, they are definitely not his opponent.

The woman in yellow roared, "I used to think you were a great monk, but I didn't expect you to be just a despicable villain who secretly attacked him."

"The female donor has to teach her a lesson." The sweeping monk did not defend himself, and his eyes looked at the Douji Monk and others with apology.

The Yi King on the side laughed and said, "What do you know? This time is not a martial arts competition. The master is burdened with national hatred and family grudges. This time it is the only opportunity. He must hit the target with one blow, so he naturally doesn't care about anything else."

"National hatred and family hatred?" Zhao Gou couldn't help but feel so angry that he was sure to win this time, but he was about to defeat the Yi Wang party and the net, but suddenly a sweeping monk appeared to make the situation suddenly reverse. The key is that the two great masters he relied on the most were seriously injured, and his lives might not be able to be preserved. Naturally, he could not continue to work hard. How could he not ask clearly, "Which down-and-out royal family are you hundreds of years ago?"

Because of Murong Bo's ridiculous motive before, Zhao Gou just asked casually, but unexpectedly, he inspires the mood of the sweeping monk.

"I didn't want to say anything, but if nothing is explained clearly, it would have let my father down for a hundred years of hard work, and I wouldn't let the ancestors smile in the dark," the sweeping monk's originally peaceful eyes suddenly ignited a little hatred. "Chen Qiao mutiny, with a yellow robe, do you still remember how the throne of your surname Zhao came from?"

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

The sweeping monk looked north, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Emperor Ruiwu and Xiaowen died young, because his first three sons were killed by Liu Chengyou, the young fourth son could only succeed him. As a result, Zhao Kuangyin bullied their orphans and widows, and came into a yellow robe and usurped the Great Zhou dynasty."
Chapter completed!