While they were talking, they saw a majestic monk slowly walking from the west end of the street, holding a pig's trotter in his hand and chewing it, his mouth full of oil.

Under the sunshine, he gnawed the pig's trotters as he walked, his eyes scanning the surroundings, lingering on the young women.

Mr. Hu and Mr. Zheng frowned, seeing the evil look in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Zhao Wuji!" A sudden shout sounded, and Jingkong shot over from the east end. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the Donglai Building, pointing at Zhao Wuji in the distance: "Let's come again!"

Zao Wuji threw the pig's trotters onto the roof next to him, then reached out and wiped it on an old man passing by. The old man's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to say a word, letting his big hands wipe his clothes.

Zhao Wuji wiped all the oil off his hands before patting the old man on the shoulder and letting him go.

He lazily came to the Donglai Tower and glanced sideways at Jiukong: "Are you not dead yet?... I have a tough life, but Buddha is not so good-tempered this time!"

While we were talking, people rushed over. Zheng Xiaosi and Xiaobai were also nearby, staring nervously at Ji Kong, their worries palpable.

Although Master Zhan Ran has great magical powers, he can only practice it in one night. This Zao Wuji is a ruthless character. If he loses, he will die at his hands.

"Boy, stop talking nonsense, let's do it!" Zhao Wuji waved.

Jikong smiled faintly, stepped forward slowly and said, "Be careful, I am practicing a supreme skill, and its power is astonishing!"

"Boy, stop talking nonsense!" Zhao Wuji grinned: "I want to see what unique skills you have mastered in one night!"

"Look at the punch!" Jingkong shouted and punched lightly.

Zhao Wuji stretched out his palm and pressed it, connecting with his fist. "Bang" Jiukong suddenly twisted his waist, and his clothes whistled softly, as if an invisible force came from his waist and surged to his arms.

"Bang!" Zhao Wuji flew out.

Ji Kong suddenly shot out, followed closely behind Zhao Wuji, and punched out with another light punch.

Zhao Wuji didn't want to take a hard hit, but he had no chance to dodge while he was in the air. His body was numb, and neither his body nor his internal energy obeyed his command.

"Bang!" Zhao Wuji shot out again, hitting the opposite wall and directly embedded in it.

Jikong slowly closed his palms and sneered: "How?"

Zhao Wuji struggled to get out of the wall, his clothes were in pieces, his mouth was bloody, he frowned and said: "Boy, what kind of boxing are you doing?"

A gust of wind blew, and his clothes fell down. His arms were bare, but the clothes on his lower body were not damaged. A piece of black hair on his belly was stained with blood.

Jikong said calmly: "Fuhu Fist!"

Zhao Wuji sneered and said: "Good boxing skills, you can also take a punch from me!"

He shot a punch like an arrow in front of Jikong's eyes, Jikong stepped half-step diagonally and punched, "Bang!" Zhao Wuji flew out again and crashed into the wall.
Chapter completed!