The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

At this moment, the old monk smiled lightly and shook his head: "Since you don't want to, let Chu Heng come and find me!"

After saying this, the old monk slowly stretched out his left hand, and then pulled it back like a claw.

This is trying to catch Qin Mengyao in the air with a dragon grip.

Originally, Qin Mengyao had already flew away, but under the action of the old monk, she suddenly paused and forcibly stopped.

"Huh!? It turns out that your realm is already so high!"

The old monk didn't expect that he didn't make any meritorious deeds with one blow, so he didn't hold back his hand immediately, and directly used the broom in his right hand as a giant sword, and stabbed at Qin Mengyao.

It was at this moment that a terrifying wave emanated from the old monk's body, and then the whole broom seemed to turn into a giant dragon, carrying the billowing dragon power as if it wanted to swallow Qin Mengyao.

This old monk, because he walks the martial way of proving the way with strength, so his strength may be extremely powerful, but his realm has never been loosened.

As for Qin Mengyao, she felt the sudden coercion in her whole body, and instantly woke up!In fact, Qin Mengyao had raised his vigilance to the highest level when he saw the old monk. +]

If not, Qin Mengyao would probably want to leave without saying a word.

But the old monk finally did it!

It took Qin Mengyao only a moment to realize that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and this old monk!

What a joke, eight hundred years, even a pig has become a thousand-year-old demon, not to mention that this old monk is the ancestor of the Murong family who is famous for his intelligence and alertness!

The long sword on Qin Mengyao's back suddenly burst out with a burst of bright sword light, and spontaneously shot at the broom that turned into a dragon, while she herself escaped at a faster speed.

"boom!"

Not surprisingly, Qin Mengyao's long sword came into contact with the broomstick and was struck back at a faster speed by the broomstick.

As for the sword light above the long sword, it didn't even have any impact on the broom dragon.

This is the terrifying change after the energy reaches an extreme!

Chu Heng had already seen such a situation in the Valley of the Medicine King.

But now, Qin Mengyao has also seen it.

"boom!"

The hilt of Qin Mengyao's long sword hit Qin Mengyao's back directly, knocking Qin Mengyao out a mouthful of blood.

However, Qin Mengyao took advantage of this power, grabbed his long sword and escaped at a faster speed.

Even the eighteen arhats who had just returned to Shaolin didn't have time to stop them.

They only saw that Qin Mengyao was like a white lightning flashing directly over the Shaolin Temple.

"boom!"

The sweeping monk's broom hit the Fuhu Hall, directly turning the Fuhu Hall into fly ash.

The sweeping monk looked up at the dark clouds that were gradually gathering in the sky, sighed, and slowly put the broom back.

Dragging the broom, the old monk seemed to have become the inconspicuous old monk again.

Except for a few people like Qin Mengyao who could see the terrifying energy fluctuations on his body, no one would be able to detect the huge change in his strength.

Fuhu Arhat Xuanci knew it.

After all, his crouching tiger hall has been destroyed, if he still can't see it, then he probably won't be crouching tiger arhat.

But now, he led the eighteen arhats and slowly followed behind the old monk: "Senior!"

"But don't bother, you just do your own thing well!"

The old monk walked lightly, talking casually without looking back.

It seems that behind him is not Fuhu Arhat, but an ordinary little monk.

Hearing the old monk's words, Xuanci's complexion changed, and he nodded.

Qin Mengyao vomited blood, endured her injuries and fled all the way. She dared not stop until she was more than a hundred miles away from Shaolin Temple.

Turning back to look in the direction of Shaolin Temple, a wry smile flashed across Qin Mengyao's face: "So strong! But Mengyao is 500 proud!"

After saying this sentence, Qin Mengyao spit out a big mouthful of blood again.

Thinking of her broken heart, Qin Mengyao had a look of sadness on her face: "Mengyao originally wanted to do something for you, for the common people in the world! But it seems that it is impossible!"

Thinking of the handsome figure fencing with her, a morbid blush appeared on Qin Mengyao's pale face.

"But before she died, Mengyao wanted to take another look at you!"

Qin Mengyao clutched her chest and staggered towards the Yangtze River.

Even after going down the mountain, Qin Mengyao had already heard a lot about Chu Heng.

She would also naturally know the places where Chu Heng often lived.

Although Qin Mengyao wasn't sure where Chu Heng would appear, in the current situation, Qin Mengyao could only choose a place as a gamble!

"Everything depends on God's will!"

Qin Mengyao spat out another big mouthful of blood, then she wiped her pale lips, showing a peaceful smile.

The injury this time was really too serious.