Chapter 75

Although the fan monk had put on a look of crying and cursed and swore to defend himself, it didn't work at all. After all, this is too incredible. How can a golden pill friar break a black iron bell with one blow? Therefore, the other three friars believed that they were the friars holding the fan who did not do their best to save the spirit stone.

Again and again, he was misunderstood as stingy, but he had no powerful words to defend. After all, the facts are here, and nothing he said is convincing. In the distrustful eyes of the three, the monk holding the fan was finally angry. He simply stopped talking nonsense and directly attacked the big iron clock controlled by xiaopang again and again.

In the earth shaking explosion, the big iron clock was hit and flew again and again, and the black iron on the outside was shattered and burned red like rain. Several times in succession, the appearance of the big iron clock was knocked down more than a Zhang thick, and at least millions of kilograms of black iron were knocked out. But even so, I still can't do anything about this thing.

You know, the black iron Xiao Pang has accumulated over the years is counted in millions. It is piled up like a mountain. All of it is pasted on the surface of the big iron clock. When the big copper clock is 100 feet high, the black iron Xiao Pang pasted outside is four or five feet thick. And now it's only been knocked out for more than ten feet. It's really nothing.

While the friar holding the fan took out his sucking power and tried his best to bombard the big iron clock with the earth fire god thunder. Xiaopang is very leisurely drinking the green tea soaked in the essence of the five elements in his own space. At the same time, he is also free to roast eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade. At this time, although he was no longer in danger and no longer in distress, he still wore the poor Taoist robe torn into cloth strips, and even the dust on his face did not care to wipe. He just wanted to go back to the mountain with this picture, so that his martial uncle qingfengzi could know how hard he fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.

Compared with little fat's leisure, the four friars almost looked bitter. After the fan friar fired seven or eight shots in succession, without his explanation, the other three friars also saw that he must have done his best. After all, the earth fire god thunder is too valuable. Who is willing to blow so many guns if it can be solved in one shot? The several shots fired by the monk holding the fan have lost nearly one million spirit stones, which is enough for him to buy some good high-level magic tools. It can definitely be called a heavy loss. In this case, it is obviously impossible for him to hide any strength.

Seeing this, the red friar said in surprise: "elder martial brother, is the situation wrong? If so many guns are fired, let alone a broken black iron bell, it is a serious magic weapon. I'm afraid you'll have to break it? Why is it all right? "

"You ask me, I ask who to go?" The monk holding the fan said angrily, "it's time for you to understand that I'm not lazy? It's not that I don't help, senior brother. It's really that the big iron clock of the dead fat man is too strong! "

"What's going on?" The guy riding the Golden Eagle shouted, "it doesn't make sense?"

"There is no doubt that this big clock must be fishy! It's just that we can't guess for a while! " The monk riding the leopard suddenly turned his face and asked, "elder martial brother, how many earth fire god thunder do you have?"

"Not much. I lost a lot in World War I last time. I didn't have time to add it. I just cleaned it up!" The monk holding the fan was distressed.

"Then you'd better save it. I see this posture. No matter how it blows, it's just like this!" The red friar suddenly said, "by the way, you see, the dead fat man hasn't seen anyone. Has he been blasted to death by his big brother? Now it's just the yuan God flying on it? "

"Certainly not. He is so low. The yuan God is weak and pitiful. If the flesh is killed by the thunder of the earth fire god, there will be no yuan God left. Moreover, if the magic weapon attached to the original God of the congenital friar is blasted like this, the original God will be shattered. And look at that bell. The flight is extremely stable and fast. It almost catches up with the low-level flying sword. This is obviously caused by someone's control, and the person's spirit is stable and has abundant mana, otherwise it will never happen! " Monk fan.

"But what about the fat man?" Asked the monk on the leopard.

"Maybe it's hidden under the big iron clock!" The monk holding the fan guessed.

"Isn't that right? In that case, the roar of divine thunder explosion is enough to shock it to death? " The red friar said, "how can you not be hurt at all?"

"Maybe he has another treasure to protect his body!" The monk holding the fan suddenly said, "it's not surprising that people who can use divine thunder in the innate realm and can take out a magic weapon to defend such a abnormal big iron clock have several powerful body protection treasures!"

"This guy has so many high-level babies and can also divine thunder. Did we offend the baby grandson of a Yuanying elder in Xuantian other courtyard?" The monk riding the Golden Eagle said in horror.

"Certainly not. If the grandson of monk Yuanying of Xuantian other academy doesn't know how famous he is, we must have heard of it!" The friar in red said, "besides, such big people are practicing hard in the mountains. How can they be a lord in a place where birds don't shit?"

"Even the children of big people, we have no way back! He killed the master's own son, and we killed all the people in the temple. We have already had a great revenge. If we can't kill him today and he sends the news back to Xuantian temple, we will be in great trouble! " The monk holding the fan said solemnly.

"But the dead fat man didn't see anyone, and we couldn't help taking his tortoise shell. What should we do?" The woman in red practices the anxious way“ Let's go together. No one should hide. Hit the bell. I guess he's hiding there! In short, we must force the dead fat man out! " The monk holding the fan stared and said“ Yes! Senior brother! " As soon as the other three monks heard this, they immediately turned pale. Then they took out the magic weapon of flying sword again and attacked the big iron bell together. While the monk holding the fan spoke, he also took out a flying sword, and then shouted, "gentlemen, more than half an hour has passed. We chased him for thousands of miles, and this place is only about two thousand miles away from Xuantian temple. You may meet the people of Xuantian temple at any time. You know what the consequences are. Anyway, time doesn't wait, so you work hard for me!" While talking, the monk holding the fan bared his teeth and rushed to the big iron clock. Hearing what the monk holding the fan said, the other three monks all flushed their eyes, all took out their milk strength, and tried their best to smash all the sword light, Taoism and magic tools, with a great posture of breaking them into pieces. Welcome book friends to read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are original at the starting point!