My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect the Lord Buddha to return the horse stick with this move. See if the Lord Buddha can't kill you, you old turtle." The fat monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face trembled, and he laughed loudly.

Although both sides are hurting, in his opinion, it seems like he has taken advantage of it.

Gu Fenghua and the others were speechless for a while, for a while, for Lao Tzu, for a while for Buddha, for a while to light up the sky lantern, for a while for the wind to blow up, what the hell is this guy doing.

"You're looking for death, you're looking for death!" Changsun Luocang really didn't expect that this guy would play with a carbine, and was shocked by his stick, his strength dropped a bit, and his whole body trembled with anger.

"Looking for death? Why don't you just pretend to be scared by me. Pooh, if I don't chop you into pieces today, you really think that Buddha is a vegetarian!" Laozi Buddha spat fiercely, holding his Zen stick and pounced on it again.

The eldest grandson Luocang was so entangled by him that he couldn't get out, so he could only cheer up and stretch out both palms. Amidst the crackling sound, the two fought into a ball again.

This time, Gu Fenghua and the others did not dare to delay, took a few holy pills, and immediately ran away.

Although the big fat monk was born with supernatural power, the Zen staff in his hand was tailor-made for him to bring out his supernatural power to the fullest, and the cultivation base of the eighth grade of the emperor is not much worse than that of Changsun Luocang, the holy soul. Judging from the fact that he is still alive and kicking in the chest after being slapped repeatedly by Changsun Luocang, his physical defense is even more amazing. die.

In fact, the two of them fought together at this time, seemingly evenly matched, but the fat monk actually received several palms from Changsun Luocang, and he just managed to hold on with his strong body defense, but how long can he last with his staff like that?

Seeing this, Gu Fenghua and the others dare not stay.

Behind him, the sound of fighting became farther and farther away, and the fat monk groaned again, and then gradually disappeared. Gu Fenghua and the others finally entered the Yuquan Mountain Range. But they didn't dare to be careless, and continued to run towards the depths of the mountains with all their strength. While fleeing for his life, Gu Fenghua threw out a few pieces of fine gold and mithril from time to time, and made a few fingerprints.

They had searched the mountains several times before for the usual confinement place of Mo Tianxing. They knew the terrain of the mountain very well. They used the terrain to set up a formation. As long as someone entered the formation, she would be able to sense it. Because this formation is not complicated, and it doesn't have the slightest defensive power, I believe it will be difficult to find unless Changsun Luocang pays careful attention.

After running with all their strength for nearly three hours, Gu Fenghua and his group's holy energy was almost on the verge of being exhausted, so they stopped.

"Okay, let's all rest for a while." Gu Fenghua condensed his spiritual thoughts and went to investigate. The formation that was set up just now did not sense the aura of Changsun Luocang, so he let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing Gu Fenghua's words, Luo Enen and the others were relieved, took the holy pill, and lay down on the ground with their feet limp, but they didn't even have the strength to speak.

"By the way, is that monk okay?" After lying down for a while, they gradually recovered and asked worriedly in unison.

If it wasn't for the fat monk's several shots, it would be impossible for them to escape the clutches of Changsun Luocang. None of them were ungrateful, so of course they would worry about him.