Monk Qiao's body was like a roc, he stretched out his arms and glided for several feet, turned his palms into claws in mid-air to shoot in the air, used his true energy to hold two fire thunderbolts in the air from a distance of several feet, and raised his hands to throw them into the distance.

, he put his head in his hands to protect his vitals and lay on the ground.

After an earth-shattering explosion, Monk Qiao was almost buried by the flying sand, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

When he stood up, the first thing he saw was the ferocious-looking, evil-looking Protector Zuo Xiao Daoxiong.

Monk Qiao was left in disgrace, but Xiao Daoxiong was even more embarrassed. Not only was the monk's robe full of holes and tatters, a palm-sized piece of his scalp was also cut off, and his entire face was covered in mud and blood.

Xiao Daoxiong's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said sinisterly: "Why didn't you stop them?"

Monk Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and he answered cautiously: "I am here to protect the iron rope. Without the rope bridge, it would be difficult for the disciples in the teaching to fly across the canyon, so..."

"That's enough!" Xiao Daoxiong shouted in a low voice: "I want to take a short rest, bathe and change clothes. You call a few disciples to come over and serve me."

Monk Qiao hurriedly called five disciples over and said with a hint of compassion: "Go and bathe and change clothes for Protector Zuo. You must be careful."

The five disciples agreed respectfully and walked towards the woods where Xiao Daoxiong was resting. Not long after, several screams were heard in the woods.

Xiao Daoxiong stood in front of Monk Qiao with an air of immortality again: "Guide the disciples through the valley! Try to preserve the main force as much as possible."

"Yes!" Monk Qiao carefully took a few steps and looked at Xiao Daoxiong furtively for a moment. Seeing that the killing intent in his eyes had completely disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was sure that Xiao Daoxiong would not kill him to save face. As for him,

Whether you will kill others to vent your anger is not within your own consideration.

Besides, Xie Bangui dragged Fatty Gao and ran for more than ten miles before slowing down: "Fatty, are you okay?"

Fatty Gao spat out a small mouthful of black blood and said, "You can't die. It would be really hard to tell if you had taken action a little later. How are Xiaodao and the others?"

"It should be right in front." Xie Bangui scanned the surroundings vigilantly: "There is only one road here, and they must be not far ahead. If we take two steps quickly, we can probably see them."

Sure enough, as Xie Bangui expected, the two of them saw Lao Qian and the others before they had walked three miles, but their situation was not very good.

Most of the body of Zhao Jindao's master and servant was stuck in the swamp. Zhao Jindao, who was held by Zhao Sen, was doing better. At least the muddy water only covered his waist. Zhao Sen below had only one head exposed.

, was half raising his head and breathing air with difficulty.

Yu Xian, Su Lian'er and Lao Qian stood back to back not far away from them, each holding weapons and facing a group of men in black.

Yu Xian asked anxiously: "How do you believe that we are descendants of the Wumen and only ventured into Guimen Gorge to escort the remains of our predecessors?"

The leading man in black said coldly: "I'll say it again, as long as you produce evidence, we will not only solemnly apologize, but also treat you as a distinguished guest. Without evidence, there is only a dead end."

"I have the evidence!" Xie Bangui walked over calmly, supporting the tall fat man.
Chapter completed!