Chapter 1573 The Monk's Chase

The monk in India smiled and said, "I am the monk in India. If you don't give me face, aren't you afraid of losing your life here?"

"Bah!"

Yang Xiao rolled his eyes and turned to the sky: "You are the monk emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom, and I am still the lord of the peerless Dragon Sect! I care whether you are the emperor or the dog, anyway, this thing cannot be given to you!"

Yang Xiao was still arrogant, and the Indian monk in front of him was too shameless.

He calculated carefully and it was the fourth time he had come to block himself.

The first time, his eldest disciple Wu Chi was defeated by himself, his Taoist heart was unstable, and his martial arts realm was likely to have no progress any more, and the second disciple Wu Neng was also killed by him.

This old guy already has the will to kill him.

At that time, he was about to leave India, but was attacked by the monk. Fortunately, he was destroyed by Lord Shadow.

In the morning, I came to attack him again in the Devil Triangle of Bermuda. Fortunately, Old Man Yi suppressed him. This old monk was so disgusting.

Yang Xiao recalled the several interactions with the monk Emperor Tianzhu. All this old guy wanted his own life. He was attacked by him three times in the morning. Fortunately, he was not dead.

I guess this Indian monk was very angry when he lost that time, right?

What a pity that even if his life is strong, the monk in India cannot do anything to him.

Just now, he blocked himself again. If the young master of Zangjian Villa had not been fooled by him, he might have been injured again.

Yang Xiaosi looked at him with a slight sarcastic smile: "The Monk of Heaven, I didn't expect you to eat roast chicken, it's really amazing. How does that roast chicken taste? Is it to your preference?"

"Rareless!" The monk emperor of India was furious, "Are you not afraid of retribution for your insult to the holy land of Buddhism so much? I must not let you go!"

Yang Xiao took his ears and smiled speechlessly: "Come on, monks like you, who are contaminated with the world of mortals, don't think about becoming a Taoist monk in the rest of your life. You are seeking fame and reputation. Do you really want to become a holy monk? Do you want to become a holy monk? Do you still care about these ordinary things?"

Yang Xiao took out the golden cauldron and threw it up and down twice: "Your monk's name is also a lie? If you really transcend the object, how can you be more tempted by this golden cauldron? Therefore, people must not pretend to be compared, and they will be exposed as they are pretending."

The monk in India was obviously a guest of law, but he had to pretend to be like a god. He didn't bother to be tired, and Yang Xiao was so tired.

Yang Xiao's skin-like words slapped the monk in the face of the Indian monk, almost pointing at his nose and calling him a wine monk.

"Stop talking nonsense. Today I will do my best for heaven. How could Tianzhu allow such an arrogant boy like you to be so arrogant?" The monk of Tianzhu raised his hands and slapped Yang Xiao fiercely, without any fancy moves, and took action violently.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yang Xiao frowned and flashed back suddenly.

"Don't dodge, boy, you can't avoid it, just take my move."

Yang Xiao couldn't dodge and got a palm on his left shoulder. With the gravity of the opponent's slap, Yang Xiao quickly retreated, and a burst of blood surging.

He is worthy of being the monk in India, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

Yang Xiao didn't want to fight, so he turned around and ran out.

"Boy wants to run! There is no way." The monk of the Indian moved quickly and chased after him.

The two chased and fought all the way to the woods outside the city. Yang Xiao used the reverse scale sword to chop the trunk next to him and attacked the monks in the Indian face.

The monk in India had thought of this move, so he directly turned his hand, cut off the trunk of the tree as thick as a bowl, and then rushed towards Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao held the sword and held it hard. As soon as the two of them fought, with a "bang", all the trees within ten meters around were blown down. The two of them destroyed the surrounding environment with absolute strength.

Yang Xiao didn't lift it up in one breath, and was hit in the chest by the monk in the Indian, and flew backwards suddenly, knocking over several big trees, slumping heavily to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

The monk in India closed his posture and whispered a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor Yang, you can't beat me, can you give me the golden cauldron?"

Yang Xiao never felt such a frustration. He thought that he could withstand the attack of the Indian monk with his strong martial arts, but he still didn't see enough in front of a real peerless strong man.

Yang Xiao lowered his eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and the golden tripod in his arms was still firmly grasping it in his hand: "You dream! This is a cultural relic of the Kingdom of Heavenly Prefecture, I will not give it to you!"

"Who gives you the face when snatching someone else's stuff?"

"Young man, don't speak too much. You can't protect yourself now. Do you think you can protect this golden cauldron?" The monk of the Indian walked towards Yang Xiao, seemingly moving very slowly.

In fact, in the blink of an eye, I arrived two meters away from Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao fell to the ground, and his internal organs were severely damaged at this time. He had no way to get up to refute. He could only hold the Scale Sword in his hand, slowly support it on the ground, and slowly get up.

Every time I move, I spit out the blood in my mouth, which is really a bit embarrassing.

The monks in India were still kind-hearted and could not have imagined that this respected monk would look like.

Yang Xiao took a deep breath, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at him coldly: "I can't beat you, but in order to protect the cultural relics of the Tianfu Country, I will not surrender to you easily. If you have the ability, you can kill me, otherwise you will not want to get anything from me."

Yang Xiao covered his chest tightly, held the reverse scale sword in his right hand, and slowly raised it to point at the monk in India.

"Amitabha, the donor is really young and promising. Unfortunately, I am going to settle this golden cauldron. If you don't give it, don't blame me for being rude." Suddenly, the momentum of the monk emperor in India changed. He clasped his hands and rushed forward, and his palms hit Yang Xiao's chest without bias.

Yang Xiao was beaten away by the Indian monk again, and he had no room for fighting back, and fell directly under the tree.

With a "bang", his body vibrated violently for a few times.

The monk Tianzhu followed, stood in front of Yang Xiao, and raised his hand and looked towards Yang Xiao's chest.

Yang Xiao spit out a large piece of blood at this time, his face was pale, and it was difficult to move for a while, and the true energy in his body ran around.

The inner strength of the Indian monk is indeed well-deserved.

"I had no intention of hurting you, but I just wanted this golden cauldron. Unfortunately, you are stubborn, so I can only die here! Amitabha." The monk emperor of the Indian came closer, and Yang Xiao opened his eyes suddenly. A golden light flashed, and the sword he held in his hand was suddenly lifted up and stabbed him hard at the monk of the Indian emperor.

Unfortunately, he was seriously injured, and at this time he was no different from ordinary people, even weaker than an adult man. The sword was easily blocked by the monk emperor, and then the latter slapped it gently and immediately fell in front of Yang Xiao.

"Stop struggling, you will be sleeping here today! But don't worry, I will reply to the peerless dragon gate to the cause of your death. We are going to make up for this golden cauldron." The monk of the Indian changed his previous kindness, his face suddenly condensed, and he instantly looked towards Yang Xiao's chest.

At this moment, Yang Xiao tried his best to kick back, moved his body forward a few meters, avoiding the attack of the monk Emperor Tianzhu.

Yang Xiao turned over and picked up the Scale Sword, laughed to the sky, and the blood flowed from his mouth: "You dream! Even if you die, the cultural relics of the Kingdom of Heaven will not be given to you!"

At this moment, a sudden swayed and roared. The monks in the Indian almost stood unsteadily and took several steps back.
Chapter completed!