" Hehehe, a long worm wants to plot against me…"
Before he could finish his sentence, the Green Leaf Snake spat out a mouthful of venom at Zhang Sanhu's face.
Zhang Sanhu hurriedly closed his eyes and blocked the Greenleaf Snake with one hand. At the same time, he clenched his iron fist and crushed the Greenleaf Snake's head.
"Good opportunity!"
A cunning look flashed in Lan Yingying's eyes. She immediately swung the scorpion tail whip in her hand at an extremely tricky angle. It cut through the air and hit Zhang Sanhu's armpit.
Instantly, a piercing pain traveled from his armpit to Zhang Sanhu's mind, which aroused his ferocity even more.
His armpits were indeed the weakness of Zhang Sanhu's Iron Skin Mantle.
However, Lan Yingying's strength alone was not enough to break Zhang Sanhu's Brutal Training Technique.
After all, he had also cultivated the Reckless Ox Black Tiger Technique.
"B * tch, you're courting death!"
Zhang Sanhu opened his mouth and roared. The sound of a tiger roaring in the forest erupted, deafening everyone.
Lan Yingying's eardrums were in great pain. While she was feeling dizzy, Zhang Sanhu's iron fist punched out crazily, exploding the air.
"Peng peng peng…"
A white wave exploded!
The force of a fierce tiger and a wild ox, along with Genuine Qi, turned into a fierce fist energy and attacked Lan Yingying like a storm.
Lan Yingying calmed herself down and her face turned pale. She couldn't dodge in time.
"I admit defeat!"
Lan Yingying shouted in time.
"Too late!"
Zhang Sanhu's momentum did not decrease. Instead, his pair of iron fists became even more ferocious, smashing out dense fist energy.
If he really hit Lan Yingying, a beautiful girl like her would be destroyed.
"Oh no, we can't save her in time! Brother Zhang, please show mercy!"
Jiang Baihe, who was the closest, shouted and stood still.
On the other hand, Daoist Priest Taiwei, who was sitting on the four armchairs, and Elder Hong of the Beggar's Sect were ready to attack.
A palm grabbed the Supreme Palace Horsetail Whisk and wanted to throw it out to entangle Lan Yingying and drag her out of the arena.
One of them bent his fingers and grabbed the gravel, trying to use the divine power of a snap of his fingers to force back Zhang Sanhu's ferocious attacks.
However, the two second-grade martial artists were not as fast as the white-robed monk.
Ning Chen stood up from the armchair and took a step forward. He appeared behind Lan Yingying in an instant and landed a palm on her back.
Lan Yingying, who thought that she was going to die, suddenly felt warm all over her body. Her Genuine Qi was abundant, like a river flowing into the sea. It was overflowing and she had to spit it out.
Lan Yingying subconsciously slapped her palms out, wanting to release all the majestic Genuine Qi in her body.
"Die!"
Zhang Sanhu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he punched out with his iron fist.
Everything happened in a flash.
Just as the people outside the arena and the experts from the various sects thought that a beauty was about to die in front of them, a loud bang sounded and a large white wave of air exploded.
Lan Yingying's delicate body stood where she was. On the other hand, Zhang Sanhu, who was as tall and sturdy as half an iron tower, flew backward.
The arena was extremely spacious.
Zhang Sanhu, who was as strong as an ox, fell heavily to the ground. He rolled a few times before stopping. Fortunately, he did not fall out of the ring.
"Holy Monk, the competition is not over yet. You can't interfere!" Jiang Baihe shouted.”
"Benefactor Lan has already admitted defeat. The competition is over.”
Ning Chen, who was dressed in a white monk robe, stood on the stage with his back facing Jiang Baihe. His voice was cold.
Lan Yingying looked at her hands and turned around in surprise. She shouted happily,""I know you won't leave me in the lurch.”
"Amitabha. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. But next, This Penniless Monk is going to kill someone.”
"You can leave first. Leave the rest to This Penniless Monk.”
Ning Chen walked in front of Lan Yingying, turned around, and pushed with his palm. An irresistible force sent her off the stage.
Zhang Sanhu got up from the arena.
He spat on the ground, moved his limbs, twisted his neck and tiger head, and loosened his muscles and bones. Then, he grinned and said,""The palm strike just now didn't hurt at all."
"Yes," Ning Chen replied indifferently,"but I will kill you with a palm strike later."”
"Bah!"
Zhang Sanhu spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm. His iron fists collided with each other, arching the strong back muscles behind his shoulder blades.
He was like a bear that was accumulating strength, his muscles and tendons were taut, and his incomparably strong body was about to explode.
As the Iron Shirt was activated to its limit, Zhang Sanhu's body had a metallic color that was close to that of a hundred percent refined steel.
There was no need for Jiang Baihe to announce the start. Zhang Sanhu's legs were wide open, and his body was like a cheetah as he dashed forward like lightning.
In a breath, the distance between the entire arena was shortened. Zhang Sanhu raised his huge iron fist and smashed it towards Ning Chen.
Because his fist was wrapped in fierce true energy, it even let out the sound of a cow mooing and a tiger roaring.
A huge black tiger head could be vaguely seen on Zhang Sanhu's fist.
Before the fist arrived, a terrifying pressure pressed down crazily. The wind was like a knife, cutting the faces of others in pain.
"Die!"
Zhang Sanhu's eyes widened in anger as he let out the most powerful roar he had ever heard in his life.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down.
Ning Chen was calm as usual. He took half a step forward and blocked Zhang Sanhu's Black Tiger Fist with one hand. His other hand gently pressed on Zhang Sanhu's chest.
"Peng!"
Zhang Sanhu's upper body shook slightly. His heart exploded into a bloody mist in his chest, but his other internal organs and ribs were intact.
It could only be said that the force of this palm was controlled to the peak of perfection!
When Ning Chen moved his hand away, Zhang Sanhu's burly body fell to the ground.
Jiang Baihe jumped onto the arena and checked Zhang Sanhu's breathing and pulse. Then, he looked at the palm print on Zhang Sanhu's chest. His expression changed drastically and he cried out involuntarily,"Heart-Breaking Palm? Such vicious martial arts!"
When Jiang Baihe's words reached the bottom of the arena, it immediately aroused the criticism of the crowd.
"Heart-breaking Palm, how could the Shaolin Temple's holy monk use such a vicious palm technique?”
"That's a demonic palm technique!"
"Did you see that? The holy monk of Shaolin Temple actually killed someone.”
"You don't know, but yesterday, there was news that the holy monk of Shaolin Temple killed Li Kui of Black Tiger Hall.”
"What is it? So it was the Shaolin Temple's holy monk who killed first!”
Many Jianghu itinerant cultivators seemed to be dissatisfied with the Holy Monk.
Ning Chen coldly glared at Jiang Baihe and asked,"If someone bullies you first and insults your sect, what will you do?”
Someone immediately shouted,"I'll draw my sword and cut him down immediately!"”
"What's the difference between you and me?" Ning Chen asked again.”
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but mumble.
"No, no." Jiang Baihe shook his head."You're the holy monk of Shaolin Temple, but they're not."”
"If it were me, I would definitely be able to reason with him and not make a big fuss.”
"Oh, really?"
Ning Chen's eyes flashed with ridicule as he scolded,""Jiang Baihe, you flat-haired birdman, you wicked thing. How did the Jiang family's ancestors give birth to such a hypocritical and sanctimonious hypocrite like you?”
"Pei, if you don't want to be a son, you're nothing!”
"You!"
Jiang Baihe was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He immediately pulled out the sword on his back.
He had seen people curse, but he had never seen a monk curse so fiercely.
Ning Chen raised one hand and replied with a smile that was not a smile,"Don't be angry, Almsgiver Jiang. You should be reasonable to this poor monk. How can you use a knife or a gun?”
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