"May I ask who you are? Do you know what can be done?" Nalan Rongbai knew that he had met a master, so he was polite first and then attacked.

"What's wrong with the nickname Yin Yang Saint given to me by the Jianghu people? Boy, did I come to the wrong place? What did he ask me? What kind of place is this? Isn't this the Great Qing Dragon Vein of Changbai Holy Mountain?" he asked me deliberately pretending to be confused.

"Senior, you came just in time. If you hadn't arrived in time, our gold-touching sect would have been cut off! This old man is so ignorant. Nalanhong even let us enter the Crow Temple, and he had to block it!" Meihui didn't either.

Silly, I know that this old Captain Jin is now our backer.

The Yin Yang Saint stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Girl, what I said is right, this is Ye He's territory. We are the captains of Mojin. They are the royal family members. Guarding the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty is our duty and our ancestors."

Death."

"Hmph... I don't care what kind of saint you are, I advise you to take them and leave as soon as possible. If not, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Pindao hasn't finished speaking yet...but...this Dragon Vein of the Great Qing Dynasty is the best in the world. Let's touch the golden captain and enter the Ding Dynasty today! Hum... Nalan Rongbai, Pindao has heard about you a long time ago.

There are some skills that I have never learned before. Today you and I are destined, so you don’t need to be rude. I want to learn from you..." After the Yin Yang Sage said this, he jumped up into the air with his feet, and used his palm as a sword to slash the Nalan Rongbai Tianling Cap.

Come down. Don't look at his age, but he was indeed the leader of the bandits in Changsheng Mountain at that time. His skills were so incredible that even Nalan Hong's eyes widened.

"Hmph! What a shameless statement!" Although Nalan Rongbai thought this old Taoist was a bit weird, to be honest, he didn't take him seriously at all. At most, he was just an old thief in the world. His usual skills were external skills, no matter how powerful he was.

How about it? I am immortal.

Relying on his extraordinary body skills, he brushed his body slightly and disappeared in front of everyone in a flash, leaving only his illusory shadows in the air. The palm of the Yin Yang Saint struck the air, but in his

When the palm wind landed on the ground, there was a roar. His palm did not touch the ground. Just this palm wind actually shook the green bricks in the courtyard of the Crow Temple to pieces. The splashed pebbles bounced away. Everyone hurriedly used

His face was covered with clothes. But even so, it still hurt terribly when the stone hit him.

"Oh my god! What are these Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Mouse exclaimed again and again.

Nalan Rongbai was proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, and even understood the essentials of many martial arts, and integrated these martial arts moves into his own fists and feet. His understanding of Qinggong was unparalleled.

He was absolutely dominant in terms of speed. He suddenly swung behind Yin Yang Saint, raised his hand, and instantly held up a stream of blue netherworld fire.

"Senior, be careful..." Meihui, with her quick eyes and quick hands, was the first to spot Nalan Rongbai's figure.

At this moment, the Yin Yang Saint raised a foot and stamped his foot downwards, causing the surroundings of the Crow Temple to rumble and tremble. With the foot he stamped as the center, the powerful inside instantly spread to all directions.

Then, pieces of thick green bricks broke into pieces, forming a small pit four meters square.

Nalan Rongbai never thought in his wildest dreams that this old thief would make such a move. He was unsteady on his feet and could not use his skills, so he had to avoid it for the time being. He turned somersault backwards, and the wisp of blue fire in his hand rushed towards the Yin Yang Saint.
Chapter completed!