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"Throw the Joyful Zen Meditation over here!"

Monk Jile's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Li Chen sighed lightly, and when he was about to throw it, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his movements hesitated.

Seeing this, Monk Jile became more anxious: "What? Do you want to regret it?"

"Don't dare."

"It's just..."

"Anabadi, rest assured, little monk."

"Jile will definitely abide by the agreement."

After saying this, he deliberately held the 'Hundred Flowers Soul Pill' in his palm, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

Then he waved to Li Chen, signaling him to throw the secret book over.

"Amitabha."

"Master Jile... take it."

After saying this, he threw the Joyful Zen Meditation out without any hesitation.

Monk Jile didn't expect him to be so straightforward, but was surprised, and lightly stepped on the foot to grab the scripture.

When his palm was about to grab the scripture.

But he saw that the scripture seemed to be pulled and actually flew back.

Monk Jile was furious: It must be that little monk who did this!

Just as he was about to kill the young monk in a rage, he suddenly felt a chill on his head, and his hair stood up all over his body.

But he was already in the air, and it was too late to turn back.

The next moment, he felt his right hand lighten.

Looking down, the left arm holding the 'Hundred Flowers Soul Pill' was empty.

The broken arm rotated several times in the air and fell to the ground, and the big hand still tightly grasped the 'Hundred Flowers Soul Pill'.

"Ah!"

Monk Jile let out a long roar, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

Turning his head, he saw an old woman with silver hair and a cane, with a fierce look and a frosty face. In front of her was a sword shining with green light, ready to go.

This person was none other than Zhongli Qiu, who had arrived late!

After Li Chen and the other two arrived at the inner house, they split into two groups.

Li Chen and Li Sao were lying in ambush in the bridal chamber, while Li Ge went to look for Zhong Li Qiu.

Monk Jile had been famous for a long time and was also a well-known figure in the magic world.

If he was in his prime, even if everyone attacked him together, they might not be his opponent.

With the help of Zhong Li Qiu, he could be sure of nothing going wrong.

And she came at the right time.

"Ah!"

Monk Jile felt pain deep in his bones, as if he was going crazy, and he didn't care about the "Joy Zen".

Before he landed, he had already turned his palm back.

This palm was the full force of his fury, so the power was naturally extraordinary.

But the old woman just snorted coldly, waved her hand casually, and the golden sword in front of her released a huge sword aura, blocking in front of her.

Bang~

There was a huge shock.

The sword aura did not move at all, but Monk Jile flew backwards.

At the same time, the "harmony flame" on his body ignited again.

The monk Jile, who had lost weight just now, once again lost weight visibly.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a tall and skinny monk.

However, the harmony flame can only heal external injuries and restore internal strength, but the left arm has been cut off and cannot be restored.

The monk Jile's face was full of gloom, and his eyes seemed to be spewing out anger.

Suddenly, the flames around his body disappeared in an instant, and then the surging true meaning gathered in his right hand.

"Sumeru Mountain Palm!"

In ancient times, there was Mount Sumeru, which covered the sun, moon and stars above and suppressed the eternal and boundless below.

Infinitely large, immeasurably heavy.

The palm was like Mount Sumeru hanging upside down.

The momentum was strong and the power was infinite!

This palm was obviously issued by the monk Jile with all his strength, with a momentum of burning his boats.

Even Zhongli Qiu's face was slightly moved at this time, and the long sword in front of him was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight.

Eight sword beams formed a protective sword aura, connected from beginning to end, flowing continuously.

At the same time, the surroundings were under pressure that was heavier than Mount Tai.

At this moment, the monk Jile had already brewed the "Sumeru Palm" to its peak.

Hey!

With a roar, the only remaining right arm whistled out.

Everyone felt the fierce wind in front of them.

The two masters fought hard, with extraordinary power.

Boom~

With a loud noise.

The wind in front of them finally stopped gradually.

Everyone looked at it and was stunned.

Only Zhongli Qiu was standing there, where was the figure of the monk Jile on the opposite side?

"Where is he?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Is it possible that he ran away?"

Li Sao said weakly.

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction where the monk Jile disappeared just now. A gap appeared on the wall at some point.

There was no doubt that his last palm of the Sumeru Palm was just a bluff.

From the moment Zhongli Qiu appeared, Monk Jile was thinking about how to escape.

Just as everyone was regretting, Zhongli Qiu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, he can't run away."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure flew back.

Bang~

A cloud of dust was raised.

When the dust settled, a figure was lying on the ground.

Puff~

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The figure raised his head slightly. Who else could it be but Monk Jile?

But at this time, Monk Jile's face was as pale as gold paper, his spirit was depressed, and he lay on the ground dying.

He struggled several times and tried to get up again, but in the end it was in vain.

His right hand pointed in a direction and trembled: "Falling Flower Palm...!"

Falling Flower Palm?

Ji Xuefu trembled all over and subconsciously looked in the direction pointed by Monk Jile.

A slender figure was seen looming in the dust.

Ji Xuefu suddenly burst into tears and knelt down to the ground facing the figure: "Master...Uncle!"

"You still know that there is a master uncle like me?"

The voice was like a faint orchid in the valley, making people yearn for it.

The next moment, everyone's eyes blurred, and the figure disappeared. Just as everyone was shocked, a fairy appeared in front of them.

She was wearing a light blue feather dress, with silk ribbons floating around her, floating like a fairy.

"Get up."

As soon as the voice fell, the ribbons on her body wrapped around Ji Xuefu and lifted her up again, pulling her to her side.

"Uncle Master."

Seeing Ji Xuefu's tearful eyes, the woman hugged her in her arms with great heartache: "Silly girl, this is your fate."

"My sister has been worried about you. I happened to fly to Luzhou and she told me to go see you."

"I didn't expect that I heard that the bride was not you when I just arrived, so I felt that there must be something fishy."

"After tracing all the way, I also know the true face of the Jin family."

"You just don't listen to your master and uncle."

"Remember, there is no good man in the world!"

Li Chen, Li Sao, Li Ge: Are monks considered men?

Ji Xuefu's uncle is so beautiful.

She is so beautiful that all men feel ashamed.

Even with Li Chen's concentration, he can't help but be in a trance when he sees a woman.

A name instantly appeared in everyone's mind.

Hua Guzi - Lan Xiangjun.

The sister of the current palace master of Jinxiuchuan, that is, Ji Xuefu's uncle.

She patted Ji Xuefu on the back, then walked to Zhong Liqiu and bowed solemnly: "Xiangjun greets Senior Zhongli, I wish you success and a place on the Immortal List."

Zhong Liqiu nodded with a smile on his face: "No need to be polite, get up quickly."

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