, a steel bar passed through his left chest, nailing him to the mountain wall.

"Bah, you old swordsman is not dead yet, how can I walk in front of you? No matter what I say, you will be killed!" Zou Huairen lowered his head and cursed, half of his face was cut off and his neck was broken.

It fell and there was no way to lift it up.

"What are you two old guys arguing about? The Taoist priest was asleep, and you guys woke him up. I'll beat you up, believe it or not!" A shirtless, muscular old man cursed.

A bald man also spoke up and said: "Smelly Taoist priest, you are quite energetic in swearing. Are you going to die soon?"

"Get out of here, you bald donkey, I'm still energetic, Master Tao!" the strong old man scolded.

"You old bitches are nagging me to sleep, so shut up!" Another person yelled angrily.

"I only know how to quarrel all day long, quarreling with your uncle!"

"Boss Lao Li, who are you scolding?"

"I'm really scolding you!"

"You try to scold me again, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

"You do it. If I can't beat you, I will be your brother on the way to hell!"

Sixteen heads and nine bodies with only their last breath left. Instead of waiting for death in despair, they were full of joy and spitballs were flying around, and they were scolding each other like a group of shrews.

Fortunately, they were all nailed to the mountain wall. If they had good arms and legs, they would have to fight.

Such a scene made the masters of the Sakura Temple, Nine-Headed Insect and Holy Court who were responsible for guarding the temple fall silent, with expressions of emotion on their faces.

Who are these people? Faced with such a desperate situation, they can still talk and laugh.

A master was unhappy and laughed ferociously: "We are already about to die, so why are we arguing?"

He spoke well, but when he opened his mouth, Kuangdao immediately became displeased and said, "That grandson, what are you mumbling about? Do you want to curse? Come on, come on, I'll accompany you!"

Zou Huairen was no longer happy and said: "Grandson, I'm a master at scolding. If you want to be scolded, I'll make sure you take care of it!"

"Nima, we brothers are chatting, why does your grandson get in the way?"

"Don't you know it's immoral to interrupt someone else's chat? Come here, grandson, and let the Taoist scold you for half an hour!"

The expert felt like he had stung a hornet's nest in an instant. The group of people who had been yelling at each other just now turned their guns and aimed at him. He was almost drowned by the spittle they sprayed out.

He felt aggrieved, but he couldn't fight. He only had one breath left, so how could he start?

There is no hope for scolding. These old guys are not only good at fighting, but also bad at swearing. They have been hanging here for many days, and they have to scold them for a long time every day. They all have so many tricks in their mouths that it will take a few days to scold them.

Nothing serious.

The master had no choice but to shut his mouth in frustration and planned to leave. Damn, I can't afford to offend you, so why can't I avoid you?

Suddenly, a sharp cold light struck from the distant sky, like cutting through the void, and struck straight at the master.

The master was immediately shocked, mobilized all his strength, and punched out.

boom!

Fist Jin and Han Mang collided together, making a violent explosion.

puff!
Chapter completed!