Chapter 344 Helpless

The dragon-head crutch made a roaring sound, compressing the air into a ball, and the strong air pressure caused the ground beneath Yuan Hui to sag suddenly.

But the judge pen of Hebi Weng behind him was silent, like stars covering everywhere behind Yuan Hui. The silence was not because Hebi Weng was merciless, but because he had gone all out, and the speed of the judge pen had exceeded The sound was as fast as lightning.

"when!"

"Buzz buzz!"

The first sound was clear and bright, like the bells of Hanshan Temple, which could be heard for more than ten miles. Even the masters of the six major sects and Mingjiao who were dueling at Guangmingding Peak below the mountain were confused about where such bells were coming from.

The second sound was an echo. The dragon-head crutch was constantly vibrating, and the strong reverberation force caused a buzzing sound.

"Ding ding ding!"

Behind him, the Iron Judge Pen of the Crane Pen Man kept nailing Yuan Hui's back, making a constant tinkling sound, like the beating of a chime, rhythmic and pleasant to the ear.

Luzhangke stared blankly at the dragon-headed crutch he had spent a lot of money to make, which was inlaid on Yuan Hui's bright head. The crutch body was bent, and Yuan Hui's head was right in the middle.

Hebi Weng was also dumbfounded. He saw that the judge pen he had stuck on Yuan Hui's back had turned into two iron pillars. The tip of the pen had been completely smoothed. The opponent's clothes were in ruins, revealing his smooth back, without leaving any red marks. .

"The golden body is not bad!"

Cheng Kun looked at Yuan Hui who was unharmed and blurted out in disbelief.

Luzhangke seemed to be frightened by Yuan Hui's performance, and let go of the crutch in his hand. Yuanhui took off the crutch from his head, looked at the bent crutch, then looked back at the judge pen in Hebiweng's hand, and then used it Said in an innocent tone.

"Could it be that your weapons are adulterated? I'm a poor monk and I can't afford to pay for it. You can't blame it on me. Besides, you are old and disrespectful and don't follow martial ethics. You attacked me sneakily. Everyone here can't bear it." They are all witnesses, but if they want to testify for me, I will not fight back!"

Yuan Hui glanced around and saw that the people watching him playing tricks didn't dare to move rashly. They could only show an awkward rather than polite smile to show that they were harmless.

At the moment when Yuan Hui was playing with treasures and looking around, Luzhangke and Hebiweng took action instantly. With luck in their palms, dense ice beads condensed in the air, and then they were printed on Yuan Hui's chest and back with both palms. above.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

This is the special skill of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming. Although they usually have weapons that they are good at, the final killing move is the Xuan Ming Divine Palm. This palm is cold and cold. The one who is hit by it will die, and the one who is mild will be killed. The cold poison is so cold that it is like maggots on the tarsal bones. It will make people suffer for a lifetime. Only the internal power of Zhiyang can resolve it. Therefore, back then, ancestor Xuanming relied on this divine palm to dominate the world and no one could stop him. It was only after he met Zhang Sanfeng that he retreated to the Western Regions and never returned to the Central Plains for the rest of his life.

The two elders Xuan Ming first showed their weakness to the enemy and took advantage of Yuan Hui's idea of ​​underestimating the enemy. Then they succeeded in a sneak attack. The two of them desperately used the true energy in their bodies to use the Xuan Ming Divine Palm with all their strength. The palms of both of them had turned into transparent blue. The cold breath swept through the surrounding air, turning the hot summer into winter. Zhao Min's skill was lower than that of the masters present, and he couldn't help but shiver.

It is a pity that Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming found that no matter how hard they used their palms, they could not break through Yuan Hui's defense. It was as if they encountered a big mountain blocking their way, and their own Qi could not enter Yuan Hui's body. The infuriating energy was forced back, and not only did the palms of the two people turn into transparent blue, but their arms began to freeze, and continued to spread upwards, and even icicles hung on their eyebrows.

The faces of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming were extremely ugly. They were so frightened that they quickly withdrew their palms, not caring whether Yuan Hui would fight back, because if they continued, they would be frozen into ice sculptures without Yuan Hui fighting back.

Yuan Hui looked at Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming who were trembling with a half-smile, and activated the group ridicule skill again.

"Your palm power is interesting. It's perfect for cooling down in the summer. Why don't you consider becoming a novice monk by my side? You don't need to do anything else, just keep me away from the heat in the dog days!"

The two elders Xuan Ming were furious when they heard this, but they were both old ghosts and knew the truth of the world. Naturally, they did not dare to refute Yuan Hui. They just pretended to be deaf and mute and ignored Yuan Hui's question.

Seeing that the two of them were silent and didn't care, Yuan Hui once again turned her attention to the other masters around Zhao Min.

"Aren't you going to take action?"

Everyone already understood that this monk who pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool was indeed an unparalleled master. The Golden Bell Shield should have really reached the perfect state of cultivation. Seeing the miserable appearance of the four people who took action, they dared not take action. They could only turn their attention to Zhao Min, hoping that she would Be able to come up with an idea.

Zhao Min looked at the monk in front of her, and it was really difficult to compare him with the refugee who almost died at the hands of the Mongolian rebels twenty years ago. She even regretted that she had rescued such an amazing and decisive martial arts genius. At just three years old, he was already invincible, no less powerful than Zhang Sanfeng, who had been powerful in the world for hundreds of years.

Zhao Min felt the expectant looks of everyone and knew that as the leader, he naturally needed to come forward to communicate with Yuan Hui.

Different from everyone's fear and worry, Zhao Min, as a woman, has amazing intuition. She can feel that there is no murderous intention in Yuan Hui's heart, and she even feels a hint of hidden kindness in Yuan Hui. Zhao Min knows that this is because she had once Because he had saved Yuan Hui, Zhao Min was not worried that Yuan Hui would kill him and others, but he was just dissatisfied with Yuan Hui for blocking his plan.

"Little monk, what do you want?"

Zhao Min had returned to his true self at this time, and scolded Yuan Hui in a coquettish manner.

Yuan Hui knew that at this time, Zhao Min was not willing to admit defeat, but in fact she had already admitted defeat. Women are like this. They want to mess with someone unreasonably. Although they have given up in their hearts, they are still unforgiving with their mouths.

"Miss Zhao, the monk said at the beginning that I hope you can stay with the monk during this period and wait until this drama is over!"

Yuan Hui walked to the cliff, pointed at the people on the top of the light below, turned around and grinned at everyone with a bright and shameless smile, her neat and white teeth shining brightly in the sunlight, piercing the Everyone narrowed their eyes.

Zhao Min looked at Yuan Hui standing on the cliff, then looked at the master guards beside him, and couldn't help but shook his head. He had lost this time. This was the first time Zhao Min had tasted the taste of failure, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart. , but Zhao Min is not a person who cannot afford to lose. As long as he keeps the green hills, he will be able to make a comeback one day.

Zhao Min weakly showed a smile that was not sunny, but a bit bitter.

"The winner is a prince, the loser is a bandit, we agree!"

As Zhao Min uttered the words of admitting defeat, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to avoid a head-on battle with Yuan Hui, an inhuman existence, made them all put down their heavy pressure.

Zhao Min looked at the people who were frightened by Yuan Hui, and couldn't help feeling a little frustrated. With so many masters helpless against Yuan Hui, how could he possibly defeat Yuan Hui in the future.