If you can't pass the level of your disciple, the fat monk really can't do anything to Tang Feng and Sun Wukong.

At least in front of Chen Xuanzang, there should be no act of making things difficult for no reason.

"Okay, disciple."

The fat monk could only agree: "This is your philosophy and life. Of course, it is up to you to decide. As a teacher, you can only give some advice."

"Thank you, Master!"

Although Chen Xuanzang didn't understand why the master, who had always been tolerant and generous, targeted Sun Wukong like this, his master had accepted his statement and would definitely thank him sincerely.

The conversation between the master and the apprentice was not a secret message, so it was naturally heard clearly by Tang Feng and Mo Yuan ancestor who were not far away.

"The fat monk's side will not be disturbed openly for the time being, so there is only one Mo Yuan Ancestor."

Tang Feng turned around and asked, "Old ancestor, what do you want to do next?"

At the same time, the ancestor Mo Yuan also received a secret message from the fat monk. The fat monk said, "Mo Yuan, I have handed this kid to you. If I can get him away, I owe you a favor."

The fat monk has a great status in Buddhism. It should be said that his favor is still very valuable.

However, the ancestor Mo Yuan did not reply to the fat monk, but said to Tang Feng: "It's very simple, take me another knife!"

After all, it is inevitable to fight with Tang Feng.

In this case, if Tang Feng lacks confidence, he will definitely ask: What should I do if I take it?

If you are head-on, you will definitely die if you can't accept it. There is no need to say much about this.

The great master of Tang is no longer as strong as before in terms of strength, so he said with great confidence without asking anything, "No problem, actually I am very happy to have a discussion with the ancestor."

The ancestor Mo Yuan nodded silently and retreated a hundred meters away.

Tang Feng immediately said to Sun Wukong and Miss Duan: "Brother Monkey, you can retreat and protect Miss Duan."

The killing moves of the ancestor Mo Yuan must be terrifying, and you cannot accidentally hurt others.

By the way, if the ancestor Mo Yuan was really accidentally killed Miss Duan with just a knife, he would have completely offended the Buddhist forces. It would only benefit Tang Feng, but not harm him.

However, Tang Feng still disdains to engage in such villain behavior. We are one, two, and at least so far, Ms. Duan is still in the identity and position of a friend.

"Master, are they going to fight?"

Chen Xuanzang saw that the situation was wrong and quickly asked the fat monk: "Aren't they friends?"

"Where do you get friends like this?"

The fat monk smiled, but his tone was indifferent: "A disciple, I still have to advise you to stay away from Tang Feng and never treat him as a friend."

The fat monk was worried that the boy named Tang had abducted his good disciple and used some high-sounding and righteous reasons to prevent others from finding any fault.

"Master, don't worry, I'm not qualified to be his friend now."

Chen Xuanzang looked at the problem from another perspective: "Compared with Brother Tang, I am just a useless loser and I am not on the same level at all."

"Disciple, you shouldn't think so..."

The fat monk sighed in his heart: OK, it will cost a lot of talk again, so I will enlighten this stupid disciple.

In the night sky, the ancestor Mo Yuan was already holding a knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, and his temperament and image changed from a farmer to a rural swordsman.

It’s just that he is floating in the sky, and the fool knows that this is a peerless master who returns to nature.

Ready? Dudu, Dudu...

On the planet One of Prison World, someone is playing this music video on his mobile phone. Tang Feng smiled silently: What a magical duo.

Yes, ready!

call!

The divine thoughts were like a knife, and they were the first to slash them.

Within the divine consciousness field with a radius of hundreds of kilometers, I said that there was a knife, and it would be invincible.

"Okay! Great!"

The ancestor Mo Yuan's heart moved, raised his eyebrows, and immediately judged that this knife's meaning contained the supreme aura of law and the sanctioning power of the will of heaven and earth.

The will of heaven and earth and the power of the law are what I have been pursuing hard.

How could this kid Tang Feng easily control and display it?

Before I could think too much, Mo Yuan's ancestor's blood sword swung, and the extremely fierce and terrifying sword roared out.

Cut off your will and tear your world apart!

Perhaps, your so-called supreme realm is just an illusion.

Swallow...

The blood-colored sword energy moved forward, breaking through Tang Feng's divine thoughts and sword intentions repeatedly, colliding in the night sky and rubbing with a series of hot and tormenting flames.

However, when Tang Feng was still dozens of meters away, the blood-colored sword energy was still worn out and turned into nothingness little by little.

In this battle, the layman actually couldn't see anything. He just felt that it was like a big, not very gorgeous fireworks released in the night sky, which was not even as thrilling as the fighting mode of Miss Duan at the level.

But he was shocked and frightened by the few discerning people at the scene.

"What kind of power is this?"

Young Master Kongxu looked pale and looked up at the last ray of fire that was still disappearing in the night sky. He couldn't help but scream: "Brother Tang, have you reached this level?"

This was frightened because he could see that the blood-colored sword energy of the ancestor Mo Yuan could easily kill him casually. Even if the Nine Swords of the Void are intact, they will instantly turn into nothingness in the sword energy.

The blood-colored sword energy was a level of power that he could not understand, but he could not touch Tang Feng for a while, and he could not even get close to within ten feet of his body.

I understand, Brother Tang, you are not a human!

Another person who was scared was the man in black-robed eagle-faced hiding in the dark. He could also intuitively feel the terrifying sword aura of the ancestor Mo Yuan. In fact, he had long heard of the reputation of the ancestor Mo Yuan and would not be surprised by it.

What made it frightened and felt severely afraid was Tang Feng's unfathomable divine power. Only then did he realize that a few nights ago, in Gaojiazhuang, the guy named Tang must have deliberately let him go and Zhu Gangli away.

With such strength, even if you really fall into it, you will not be able to escape. There is no possibility of struggle at all.

He only needs one thought to destroy himself, just like the blood-colored sword energy that had just been destroyed by the ancestor Mo Yuan.

Fortunately, he didn't think that night, so I could live to this day without any damage...

The fat monk was also secretly frightened. The previous second was: The ancestor Mo Yuan was worthy of his reputation as a martial arts fanatic. The Blood Killing Sword would not be foolish in front of him.

The next second he widened his eyes: What is this?

What kind of power is this for a boy named Tang? It actually reminds people of the legendary power of heavenly punishment.

This is impossible!

Only the way of heaven has this supreme power. Not to mention a mortal exorcist, even the powerful immortals and Buddhas in the core universe do not have such qualifications.

I've read it wrong!

I must have read it wrong!

The fat monk has a higher level, higher knowledge, and more sensitive perception, but the more he does this, the more he becomes unwilling to believe it.

"Good boy, I admit that I've really misunderstood!"

The ancestor Mo Yuan in the sky was inexplicably excited in the same surprise, and shouted out loud like a loss of composure: "But no matter what, I will kill me a few more times!"

Swish swish swish swish...

The ancestor Mo Yuan waved his swords repeatedly, regardless of whether he would cut the entire continent below two pieces if any random sword energy fell to the ground.

It doesn't matter, he knew that the mysterious boy on the opposite side who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger would definitely be able to eat it and block it.

What kind of one-sword agreement, have I said?
Chapter completed!