"Presumptuous!" The old monk shouted angrily, waving a small flag in his hand.

Another golden dragon opened up and descended!

Roar!

boom!

Except for the explosion, the huge and mighty golden dragon shattered again.

"One hundred and five more!"

"you!"

Roar!

boom!

"One hundred and four!"

"One hundred and three!"

...

"Eighty-five!"

"There are sixty-six more!"

After dozens of attacks in a row, the old monk was already out of breath, holding the pine tree beside him with his hands, his face was so pale that he was about to collapse.

Don't talk about him, even those young monks don't need to control the formation, they just need to wave the flag in their hands, but even so, their hands feel numb after dozens of consecutive blows.

Only Han Sanqian in the devil's lair was calm and composed, even...

Even idle boring!

From standing and waiting, to sitting and playing now, it seems as if someone...someone is throwing balloons to him, and then he is waiting to block it with his hands.

play it!

"Han Sanqian, you, you, you!!!" The old monk was so angry that he stamped his feet repeatedly, not knowing what to say.

"puff!"

Suddenly, out of breath, a mouthful of old blood spewed out.

"Master, this bastard is really deceiving people too much. In the face of our large formation of refining demons, he actually...actually like playing, and even treats our Buddha seal golden dragon as a ball, smashing it with his hands for a while, Kicking with your feet is simply too much."

"Otherwise...Master, use that one?"

"That?" The old monk frowned.

"I'm afraid it's not good? This will...will..." The old monk thought for a while and hesitated.

"Master, Han Sanqian doesn't think much of us. Everyone who hears about the demon formation will run away in fear, but Han Sanqian... If this gets out, we will lose face in the future." What is there?"

"Yeah, especially those guys, I'm sure they'll wake up laughing when they sleep."

Hearing what his disciples said, the old monk fell into deep thought. JrNovels.com