Chapter 122

Lama Xuying raised his right hand slightly and didn't speak. This was just a means for the strong man of martial arts and golden elixir level to stay to protect his disciples. He had no sense of autonomy.

With the action of the Lama's shadow, everyone's eyes in Juxian village are focused on the thin right hand.

Xiao Tian did not deliberately lower his voice before, so all the people present knew the details of the Lama's shadow!

This is the backhand left by the strong of Wudao golden elixir level!

Lama Xuying's right hand slowly rowed down, with the momentum of a thousand Jun, a fire red sword Qi was cut out from his hand, as if to burn through the whole sky!

Flame knife!

Originally, it was just a delicate palm technique. Although it was powerful, it only hurt people by the illusory palm strength.

However, in the Lama's virtual hand, it seems that there is a burning magic weapon pointing to his neck, and all the people watching the battle in Juxian villa are breathing.

"Well, can master Xiao follow?" A disciple of the beggars' sect watched Xiao Tian's figure hovering in the air.

At present, Xiao Tian represents the face of the Central Plains Wulin. If Xiao Tian is defeated, then the reputation of the Central Plains Wulin will really drop, and Xiao Tian's reputation will be ruined!

"It's hard to say, it's the backhand left by the strong men of the martial arts golden elixir level. It's more than 100 years since our Central Plains Wulin has been a strong one in the martial arts golden elixir level," said a rough man in the clothing of the northern elite.

The man looked at the empty shadow of the Lama in the air, and his face was a little heavy.

Although at the beginning of the hero meeting, Xiao Feng strongly defeated Li Mufeng, making them lose face of the northern elite.

But now is not the time to worry about personal gratitude and resentment. Once Xiao Tian is defeated, it will be the reputation of the whole Central Plains Wulin that will be damaged!

Even Murong Bo, who had never made a move before, looked at Xiao Tian with worry. According to his understanding of Xiao Tian, Xiao Tian is now just a congenital extreme state. In the face of this martial art golden elixir level attack, he may not be able to safely follow up!

Only abbot xuanci was indifferent. Xiao Tian had shown his strength before he went to Yanmen pass. He was a real strong man of martial arts and golden elixir!

"Boy, I'll see how you pick it up!" The Tubo Prince laughed loudly.

Although he doesn't know martial arts skills, how can he not know how strong the virtual image of Lama is when he sees the expressions of all the people present?

"Noisy!" Xiao Tian lowered his eyes and raised his hand. A strong wind was blowing towards the prince of Tubo, leaving a deep hole in the arena in front of the prince!

"It's just a remnant left by a strong man of martial arts and golden elixir. Even in his heyday, I don't have to be afraid of him!"

Xiao Tianleng snorted, and the Qi in his body quickly became agitated. He passed through Mingmen acupoint to Lingtai, then gathered in Baihui, shangshenting, flowing through Taiyin lung meridian, and finally gathered in the palms of both palms!

"Drink Xiao Tian gave a big drink and pushed his palms out. The fierce palm wind, with the momentum of overwhelming power, was oppressed towards the virtual image of the Lama!

"Roar --"

there was a faint sound of dragon singing in the void. Then, a crowd of people in the Jianghu were shocked to see Xiao Tian's palm wind tearing the grass on the ground, rolling up the grass in the sky and smashing the Lama's shadow!

"Isn't this the twenty-eight dragon subduing palms of our beggars' sect?" A disciple of the beggars' sect exclaimed.

As a unique skill of the beggars' sect, the twenty-eight dragon subduing palms have not many disciples, but every disciple of the beggars' sect is familiar with this set of palms!

At present, what Xiao Tian is doing is clearly his unique skill of beggars' sect!