The originally tense atmosphere in the inn suddenly became quiet.

The joking expression on the two-faced Buddha's face disappeared, obviously not as casual as before.

Facing the disciple of Zichuan Sect, he attacked hard, even if this female disciple practiced the Zichuan Immortal Art, she would not be able to escape from her palm.

But the Taoist priest who came out of nowhere in front of him was not as easy to deal with.

Intuition tells myself that this young and handsome Taoist priest is not an ordinary martial arts master, but is a native of the Xuanmen just like him.

Li Ruoyang calmed down. With her strength, she might have a chance if she rushed out of the inn, but if she wanted to take her junior brother and sister with her, it would never be possible.

At this time, she could only hope that the Taoist priest would help.

With Li Ruoyang's eyesight, he could not see through Chen Bafang's depth, but he must have something to do if he dared to stand up.

He should have the strength of a fifth or sixth grade warrior.

Joining forces with him may really have a chance to survive.

If they fall into the hands of the Black Snake Gang, they will definitely not end up in great shape, and they will also implicate the Zichuan Sect.

Thinking of this, Li Ruoyang spoke without hesitation:

"Zichuan Zhenjun was originally just an ordinary scholar. Because he failed the imperial examinations many times, he saw that the imperial court was corrupt and miserable, so he abandoned his writing and practiced immortality, and achieved extraordinary achievements in just a few decades."

Li Ruoyang spoke clearly and simply narrated the life story of Zhenjun Zichuan.

From Li Ruoyang's story, Chen Bafang's mind outlined the image of a depressed and unsuccessful intellectual.

After studying hard for more than ten years, the imperial examination failed repeatedly. When he was in his thirties, Zhenjun Zichuan, who had achieved nothing in his thirties, felt depressed when he saw the corruption of the court and the people. He raised his arms and shouted: Studying cannot save Dafeng people, I want to cultivate immortality!

Chen Ba's skin was convulsed, and this Zichuan Zhenjun was a patient with the second disease of the angry young man.

"Zichuan Zhenjun is just an ordinary scholar. He must have some fate to become an immortal in just a few decades." Chen Bafang's eyes fell on Li Ruoyang.

Li Ruoyang was wearing a red and white Taoist robe, and his body was slender and well-proportioned like a red and white koi. On the round oval's face, his clear eyes were round and bright, with curved eyelashes and full cherry lips. His black hair was long and straight, and his three thousand black hairs were hanging down from his waist, like a beautiful girl walking out of the Chinese style anime.

Li Ruoyang was about to speak when suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him and he hurriedly shouted: "Prince, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy on the two-faced Buddha was rising, and he transformed into a black-faced Buddha. His pair of frosted and rough palms shaved towards Chen Bafang's face.

The two-faced Buddha practices martial arts horizontally, his palms are like steel and iron. One palm can scrape off a whole piece of face.

The Taoist priest in front of him was ordinary and there was nothing worth noting except handsome.

His body was not strong, and it seemed that he could slap it in one palm, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Despite this, the two-faced Buddha did not take it lightly.

One move is thunderous and one blow will kill.

No mercy at all.

It's like a killing machine that has no feelings.

The two-faced Buddha sensed that Chen Bafang's martial arts realm was only about sixth grade. He used this move to sneak attack and kill a top-third-grade martial arts master. The only sixth grade could not resist his Black Prajna Palm.

Either die or be disabled.

A grim smile appeared on the two-faced Buddha's face.

"Die to Lord Buddha!"

But just as the two-faced Buddha swung his arms and gave Chen Bafang a big game, the sound of bones shattering that made his scalp numb and rupture suddenly sounded in his ears.

Then, a severe pain came like a tide.

I saw a thick arm as thick as a giant python hanging weakly, and the bones shattered inch by inch like dominoes.

The two-faced Buddha noticed something was wrong and his face changed drastically. He retreated rapidly at a faster speed, as if he had seen a ghost.

Just now, his palm seemed to be slapped on the indestructible steel plate. Not only did he not hurt him at all, but the force he used to attack rebounded exponentially.

The destructive force rushes through the body.

This guy's face is so hard!

The two-faced Buddha felt very bad at this time. He could not stop this destructive power by practicing Buddhism.

The steel bars and iron bones are like crispy fries, easily crushed.

The two-faced Buddha's scalp was numb and his heart was filled with great horror.

This terrifying feeling was never felt by the Snake King.

Was this Taoist priest a coincidence in Yushan Town or came to the Black Snake Gang?

In an instant, the two-faced Buddha thought a lot.

With a click.

His head rotated by 180 degrees, and he rushed out of Yuelai Inn without looking back.

"You guys, I'll go back to find the Snake King."

The inn shopkeeper was stunned and watched as the two-faced Buddha left his accomplices and fled in panic. The arrogant he was when he took action, and the embarrassing he was when he ran away.

The two-faced Buddha has no psychological burden, and his accomplices just sell it.

"Want to run? Have you asked if my sword is not there."

Dang chang.

Chen Bafang drew his sword out of the sheath. When he held his hand on the hilt, the familiar feeling came back.

For several months in the pot world, he has been practicing the Holy Void Visualization and the Daoism, and has not used the evil-repelling sword technique for a long time.

Fortunately, the swordsmanship is not unfamiliar.

Those two and a half years of practice were not in vain.

"Look at the sword!"

Chen Bafang's voice was like a thunder thunder.

The scalp of the two-faced Buddha who was about to rush out of the inn exploded, his heartbeats like a drum, and his qi and blood boiled.

Just as Chen Bafang drew his sword, a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Will die.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Between life and death, the Buddha's face and demonic face of both faces spoke together.

A huge Dharma image appeared behind the two-faced Buddha.

The Dharma image is as compassionate as a holy Buddha, and the other side is as fierce as an evil demon.

The sound of Buddha is shocking.

The shopkeeper and waiter in Yuelai Inn were stunned and lost their minds. Then they realized their enlightenment and turned their heads to look at Chen Bafang: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The disciples of Zichuan Sect heard the sound of demonic Buddha sounds in their ears, and their spirits were in a daze, as if they had come to the Pure Land.

In a trance, the tables, chairs and benches in the inn seemed to be influenced by the Buddha's voice, and they opened their mouths and chanted: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

Finally, even the gate of this inn turned into a mouth, and the sound of Buddha echoed in the inn.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The scene is very strange.

The two sisters Qi Tingyu and Qi Tingzhu who had just woken up had a dull look on their eyes, and they felt that the desire in their hearts disappeared, and they became empty and unsightly, as if they were going to be reborn in the Pure Land.

Just as they were about to fall, Li Ruoyang's voice came: "Junior sister, please be more awake."

Li Ruoyang and Xu Qixia could barely maintain their rationality, but they couldn't hold on for long in the spiritual infestation of the demonic Buddha's voice.

Just as Li Ruoyang was about to sink, a purple sword light shone on her face.

The purple air comes from the east, killing evil and devils.

The next moment, the magical voice of Buddha came to an abrupt end.

In the shocked eyes of the disciples of Zichuan Sect, a slender sword mark appeared in the middle of the half-merciful and half-violent Dharma image, which was divided into two.

At the same time, the tables, chairs and benches in the inn were divided into two, and even the inn was split by Chen Bafang with a sword.

A long sword mark was dragged out from the ground.

"How is it possible..."

The two-faced Buddha's eyes were full of horror and cracked open on the spot.

Chen Bafang smacked his lips. He didn't expect that a mediocre sword after a hundred years of Taoism could produce such an effect.

This is really just a normal attack!
Chapter completed!