Chapter 5689

Until just now, the scar of cold moon finally cracked under the heavy pressure.

The red and red Qi dissipated, and instantly she felt the piercing pain, and the cold moon's viscera were also deeply hurt by the fist Gang!

Lengyue forced to suppress the pain from her limbs and viscera. She was even more shocked.

You know, the target of Zhang Xiaofan's Lava fist was not aimed at her, but to kill the five Dharma protectors.

If, at the beginning, Zhang Xiaofan's giant lava fist was aimed at her cold moon, I'm afraid that he has already become the ghost of his fist at this time.

"Good... Good... Good..."

"What a Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian!"

Lengyue looks at the red fist mark on her left chest and murmurs in her mouth. She imprints Zhang Wutian's handsome face in her heart.

Tonight's blow will be paid back ten times in the future!

At this time, the voice of the young man, who couldn't even stand up in front of him, had an indescribable dryness and hoarseness. He asked.

"Lengyue, are we going to find Zhang Wutian's trouble now?"

At the same time, the young man with red hair also couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He just said in an astringent voice.

"Zhang Wutian's strength has gone far beyond our cognitive scope."

"I think we should ask the leader of the hall to make another decision on this matter..."

The young man with red hair dropped a word, and the three had no objection.

At present, Lengyue is seriously injured in the aftermath of Zhang Wutian's attack, which is tantamount to warning others, making the other two people unable to find Zhang Xiaofan's trouble.

And the young man with a gorgeous tiger tattooed on his arm took out his mobile phone directly, entered a series of information on it, and then pressed the send button.

They simply described what happened to them, as well as the five Dharma protectors who died under Zhang Xiaofan.

After a long time, the other end of the phone just came back with a short message. After three people fixed their eyes on it, they kept silent.

On the mobile phone screen, there is only a simple sentence.

"Zhang Wutian already has the strength to step into the top ten of the hundred schools of thought list. He immediately gave up his plan and fled to Baofu city. Don't provoke Zhang Wutian again!"

"Otherwise, there will be no life for ten dead!"

After reading the last four words of "ten dead and no life" in this short message, the three of them were speechless.

Zhang Wutian, who has the qualification to be ranked in the top ten of the hundred schools of thought, is something they never dreamed of.

What's more, it wasn't other people who had sent them the short message before. It was the farmer and the head of Chiyou hall. Naturally, they would not doubt the truth of this sentence.

However, after reading this short message, they all felt a sense of "relief" for no reason.

This kind of feeling is like moving away a huge stone that has been deeply pressed on one's heart, which gives them a sense of "rebirth".

Indeed, Lengyue and the two of them are called "three saints of magic power" in Chiyou hall.

Therefore, the strength of the three of them is no matter how high or low