Feeling this, he began to get restless again, murmuring constantly:

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I can't die! I am a great monk in the fusion stage! Who can do anything to me? Ah!"

Then, he roared, and the air pressure around him rose again. The older monk on the opposite side also felt the pressure, and some cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. But now, either you die or I die. If the person in front of him does not die, then the one who died today is himself.

Just as he was thinking, he glimpsed Yang Qing lying on the chair with his own eyes. The latter was really shaking the chair leisurely, like an old man watching a show, leisurely, but he was oppressed by the breath released by the fusion period overhaul in front of him. This shows how powerful Yang Qing is!

Thinking of this, the older monk gritted his teeth and looked at his already crazy companion with a firm look. A murderous aura burst out from his eyes. Then he leaped hard into the air, and a phantom passed by the monk. Then he realized that he was also walking towards the air, lifted his left hand, pinched his fist to the size of a sandbag and hit the other party.

The latter had already expected it, so he raised his left hand and slapped his right fist with one palm, then raised his right hand and slapped his chest with another palm.

The latter could not dodge and immediately spat a mouthful of blood, then smashed it directly into the ground.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, dust spread everywhere, and the man smashed a big hole in the ground.

The white fox frowned next to him, then curled his lips:

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that I've been beaten like this."

Yang Qing turned to look at the white fox, gave him a leisurely look, and continued to look at a good show in front of him.

When the white fox was seen like this, his heart felt a little scared. Maybe this was the natural reaction of the weak to the strong.

"Ahem!!"

The great monk in the fusion stage struggled to stand up from the big hole of the dust flying Yang, but how could the older monk give him this opportunity?

I saw him in a deep voice, and a transparent internal force ball gathered in his lower abdomen. As he raised his hands up, the internal force ball also rose up and continued to expand. After reaching his chest, the spiritual ball stopped in front of his chest, but also stopped expanding.

The older monk raised his eyelids and looked at his companion who was struggling to get up like a dead person. His heart sank and he hit the inner ball out.

"Bang!"

A loud bang accompanied by a snow-white beam of light, and the internal force ball hit his companion's forehead. Before he could stand up, he was hit and fell down instantly. Blood in his mouth kept coming out, and the clothes were already intact were also ruined at this moment. He struggled to raise his head, looked at the older monk deeply, and slowly raised his hand to point at him and said vaguely:

"You...you...success...kill...slay..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw his head tilted down and his raised hands drooping weakly, but the boss, whose eyes were still staring at the older monk, looking like he was dying with his eyes open.

Yang Qing half-lying on the chair shaking, then puffed out:

"Baoba, good job, today you are the winner, you don't have to lose your life like him."

After saying that, he threw the prescription in his hand to the person in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"In three days, if these medicinal herbs cannot be brought to me, your dying strength will be even worse than him!"                                                                                                               �
Chapter completed!