Chapter 52

At this time, Tang Ning showed her dignity and self-confidence. You should know, she had a distinguished position in the medicine department in the previous life. Her noble temperament and the momentum of the superior person seemed to have been born with her, showing her noble spirit in every move.

As the Supreme Master of medicine, she is proficient in medicine and poisons, and is good at observing Qi and fortune. It is a pity that she was able to observe other people's Qi and fortune, but could not see her own. Otherwise, she would not be reborn into this magical world of cultivating immortals.

Gather up the mood, she looks at several people in front of her. She is very clear that if the momentum and self-confidence shown at this moment can not convince them, the next moment her situation will be reversed, and she will be equal, but at a disadvantage, and she will be left to the situation of their domination.

"Come down." She said faintly and raised her hand. Xiao Hei, squatting on top of her head, flew down and landed on her arm.

"Since you are a Buddhist disciple, how can you appear here?" A middle-aged monk said, his eyes fixed on the little monk, he still can't believe that the strength of the little monk will be above them.

Something is obviously wrong with this place. If there is something wrong with the little monk, it is bound to be that the treasure that caused the vision fell into his hands. It's really unwilling to let him go. It's better to Try his depth!

"I've heard that Buddhist disciples are very good at martial arts. It's hard to meet them here. I want to learn from them." As soon as the middle-aged monk's voice came out, a sharp sword with cold light and fierce sword spirit had already attacked Tang Ning.

In the dark, Mo Ye sees that the Friar's attack is a killing move. His fierce sword spirit goes straight to the little monk's face. He frowns and knows that the little monk can't take this move. Just as he wants to help him, the next scene makes his action stop.

The fierce spirit of sword Gang came towards her with the prestige of the golden elixir. Tang Ning only felt the blood in her heart. The disparity of strength and rank made her feel irrepressible.

But at the next moment, Xiao Hei's voice sounded in her mind. Then, she carried the spirit breath in her body, lifted her hand holding bamboo, and blocked the attack from the other party with the bamboo in her hand. At the same time, the bamboo whirled and directly shot down the sword in the other Party's hand at a speed that could not cover her ears. At this moment, the strength of merit condensed in her body was injected into the bamboo in her hand By bamboo.

The round bamboo with two fingers wide hit each other's heart like a sword, and its strength was attacked by the strength of the bamboo. At the moment when the bamboo shot down the opponent's heart vein, the monk snorted, and the whole person fiercely retreated, and a mouthful of blood also gushed out.

"Poof!"

His face turned pale in an instant. He fell on his knees and fell to his knees. At the same time, Tang Ning's round bamboo came straight to his face.

When several golden elixir friars saw this scene, their hearts were suddenly shocked. When they saw the other side's cold look, they even had the intention of killing in their eyes, they opened their mouths in a hurry.

"Be merciful

"Zunjia is a Buddhist disciple. He is kind-hearted. Please spare his life."

Tang Ning lips slightly hook, showing a sneer, cold eyes light swept them a look: "who told you, I am a Buddhist disciple?" The bamboo in his hand fell in response to the sound, which cut off the monk's vitality.