"Go on, my pants, my tailed beast cannon!" Zhentian Falcon shouted loudly in front of his finger, as if he had turned into a trainer who turned into a pokemon, and my pants were indeed like an elf.

The mysterious pants opened their mouth slightly and took a deep breath. The chakra gathered from all directions and finally condensed into a turbid energy ball.

"Ha!" As soon as the mysterious pants sneeze, the tailed beast cannon flew straight out, like a nuclear missile, bringing a sharp wind, and the dust was swept away in spiral. The monk group who was still mocking the laughing just now suddenly changed, and the laughter stopped abruptly. They could only watch a missile fly towards them.

"boom!"

The exploding mushroom clouds rose slowly, the strong wind was howling and roaring, making the surrounding trees roar. To deal with these slags with only five combat power, using the tailed beast cannon was really a killing knife.

After the explosion, a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the ground. The monks all fell into the pit in a row. In terms of tragic level, it was no less than Yamucha, who was killed by a vegetable man in the Seed Dragon Ball. Even the posture of the death was so similar.

Master Wuyi and Master Wuxin were dumbfounded, and an egg was stuck in their throats. Is this destructive power still human? One shell was in full seconds?

Master Wuyi fought with Yuxin and Shitou, so he was far apart and was not affected. The fat Master Wuxin simply ran fast. At the moment when the shell was fired, he realized something was wrong and flashed alone.

"Good, fortunately I ran fast, otherwise I would really go to the West to see Tathagata today." Master Wuxin patted his chest repeatedly, trying to relax himself. When he saw that he almost went to the West, he was shocked and sweated in cold sweat, his hands and feet were trembling. He quickly prayed to the sky to suppress his shock: "Master Tathagata, it's not that my disciples don't want to see you in the West in advance, but that the world still needs me to pass it over. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha. Looking back, I will burn you more incense sticks. You old man must protect me."

"I don't think so." Zhentian Falcon smiled.

"Young boy, you're too bullying! Let me discipline you well!" Master Wuyi used a set of round dance sticks to sweep away Youxin and the stones that were besieging him, and then waited for an opportunity to seize the gap and poked the Zhentian Falcon with one stick.

The Zhentian Falcon did not dodge or dodge, and hit it out with a palm, which touched the hard Vajra tin staff. As a result, the Vajra tin staff was like a paper-paste toy, breaking in an instant.

"Dou!"

The Vajra Tin Staff was broken into two sections, and the recoil was so shocked that Master Wuyi was about to break his mouth. He staggered several steps backwards, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He actually broke his Vajra Tin Staff with one blow!?

Master Wuyi temporarily suppressed the horror in his heart, quickly cheered up, formed mysterious hand seals with both hands, and shouted: "Tathagata's Heaven-turning Seal!"

Master Wuyi's eyes were cold and without any hesitation. He slapped out with an extremely fierce palm. The air burst under the palm wind, making a harsh whine sound. A huge palm phantom appeared in the sky, pressing towards the Zhentian Falcon.

At this point, Zhentian Falcon has to admire Master Wuyi for having two skills and good martial arts. No wonder he is not afraid of coming to the door to fight for the crime. Is this a gangster or a gangster?

"Senior brother has tried his best!" Monk Wuxin recognized at a glance that this was their unique skill of the sect, an extremely profound palm technique. The power of a palm is comparable to the peak of the demon-level martial arts skill. He thought to himself that at this moment, the Zhentian Falcon was probably going to be photographed into a meat pie.

Of course, that only exists in the imagination of the monk Wuxin.

Zhentian Falcon's face was calm, and calmly took out the artifact made by Tobion in the gap, the Doom Fist, equipped it in his hand, then took a step back with his right foot, squatted down slightly, and took a power-absorbing position.

Facing the flying golden palm print, the Zhentian Falcon suddenly burst out without any fancy ordinary punch!

Although it was an ordinary punch, it condensed an incomparable huge momentum, as if it was about to penetrate the world and destroy everything. At the moment when the palms and fists collided, everyone first heard a deafening sound, and the ground was instantly shaken by the powerful and domineering power.

"How is that possible!? Senior brother's Tathagata's Heaven-Fan Seal was caught?" Monk Wuxin widened his eyes in disbelief.

"boom!"

Shortly after the monk Wuxin finished saying that, the golden palm seal was destroyed by an ordinary punch, shattered like glass, and there was no resistance. The person involved, Master Wuyi, was the first to be hit. His chest was hit hard by an ordinary punch, and he immediately vomited blood and flew backwards three meters away. Fortunately, Master Wuyi opened the golden bell cover in advance, and barely removed a lot of impact. Otherwise, this punch would have caused his internal organs to be irreversible.

Master Wuyi adjusted his figure in the air, and his toes were tapped on the ground several times and finally stabilized himself. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said viciously: "I am worthy of being the lord of Guiyun City. I underestimated you. Today I am good luck, but don't think we will forget it. On the contrary, you abandoned the last olive branch handed over by our temple family. From then on, you will be our unimaginable Buddha enemy and will stop until death! Fight the strength of the temple family across the country, and you will destroy your Guiyun City! You have started an amazing war."

The True Heaven Falcon replied without fear of threats and neither humble nor arrogantly: "Oh, is that right? If you can attack, then attack and take a look!"

"Hmph! Let's see!" Master Wuyi turned to Wuxin and said, "Let's go!"

"Ah, yes!" Monk Wuxin quickly followed his senior brother's footsteps.

Seeing the two monks go away, Shi Tou asked, "Boss, won't you go and silence them?"

Zhentian Falcon shook his head and said, "No need, that monk is quite powerful. He is obviously at the level of demon level six or seven. He is not much weaker than me. And even if he silences, they will still come. It feels like he has caused a lot of trouble this time."

"It doesn't seem to be, it's obviously." Yuxin explained: "The Temple family is the three major forces in China, and the people are equally matched with the Wu family. You have completely angered these monks. Guiyun City is probably going to face the first fierce battle."

"They want to fight Guiyun City and ensure that they will go without going back. The Italian cannon I ordered with Penggelie is almost the time to arrive. After going to the dock to receive the goods, they can be pulled back and installed on Guiyun City to strengthen their defense and kill them. By the way, is the last Jinke trash effective?"

"Yes, sprinkle a handful of plants into the land, and any plant can grow quickly and harvest in one day."

"Get once a day? This can happen." Zhentian Falcon knew that the yield per mu of 800 million is by no means fake. It can absorb nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium below 2,000 meters, and can support Africa at that time.

Yuxin continued: "Not only that, I also found three agriculture ministers, namely, Xiaomei, Xiaofei, and Xiaori."
Chapter completed!