"Poof!"

Lin ruofeng is angry again. Since the holy boxing is like this, no matter how much he says, it's just a waste of words.

"You want to explain? I'll give you an account, old monk

The floor sweeping monk snorted coldly, and suddenly took out his hand in front of the sea man.

The floor sweeper is very old. His palm is dry, like a layer of skin wrapped around his finger bones. However, at the moment of his hand, the Hai man's face changed greatly.

"You attacked me?"

With a roar of rage, the man of the Hai nationality spewed out a water arrow and shot at the sweeping monk.

However, in the face of the Hai Men's attack, the floor sweeping monk didn't care. On the surface of his thin palm, there was a faint light of Buddha, and he took a picture towards the front.

The water arrow shot at the hand of the sweeping monk. It only stopped for a moment, then it turned into water dripping down, and the palm of the sweeping monk was still moving forward.

"Bang!"

Finally, the hand of the floor sweeping monk was patted on the man's chest.

At the moment when the hand of the floor sweeping monk patted the man's chest, the clothes on the man's chest immediately turned into pieces, revealing a large piece of hard scales.

Then, the scales are like snowflakes, falling off one by one, shooting out under the strong air.

"Poof!"

Finally, the fierce energy into the body, the sea man screamed, the body like a broken kite, flew out.

Everything seems to be slow, but in fact it happened in an instant. As soon as the Black Dragon King, White Jade Elephant King and others did not respond, there was no time to rescue the Hai man, so he flew out seriously.

It's also the peak of cognition. However, the gap between Hai Men and floor sweeping monks is so obvious.

All this, Lin ruofeng see in the eye, he is really dumbfounded ah.

The floor sweeping monk seems to have a kind purpose. However, once he starts, he is so strong and unambiguous. In fact, it's nothing at all. Lin ruofeng was shocked when he didn't see the floor sweeping monk do it. In fact, the last time in the golden winged Mirs nest, the old monk rode on the old lion, holding a broom and fighting all over the place. He was also a top cognitive expert, so he could only avoid the edge.