No one could see clearly how there was an extra golden Zen stick in the hands of Zen Master Mai Peng. As soon as it appeared in the hands of the great monk, with just one shot, a red robe descending head teacher was blown out, just hitting it. After touching the chest of the red robe descending head teacher, a large part of his chest collapsed suddenly, his ribs shattered, and his internal organs shattered.
The Zen stick is in my hand, and I have the world. At this time, the aura of the Zen Master Maipeng has not been weakened, but has become stronger. The momentum of the Zen stick waving in his hand is rolling, and the stirring wind has a stinging feeling. .
The few red-clothed head-down masters suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and after one of them was killed by a Zen stick, the attacks of the remaining six or seven red-clothed head-down masters became more fierce.
Chapter end
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