However, to his surprise,

Before he could contact his artistic conception, the little monk actually attacked the ground himself.

The power of the little monk's punch was even more terrifying, the ground trembled, as if thousands of troops were galloping.

The power generated was so terrifying that a loud noise came, and the huge air waves generated by the explosion were sent directly to the sky, so that he disappeared directly into the clouds.

"Master Budu, what are you doing?"

Wu Lanshan grew up and looked at the sky blankly.

Shangguan Wan'er was also a little stupid. Is this young monk not good at using his brain? If he does not have the ability to fight in the air, he will not be able to keep his feet on the ground, wouldn't he be slaughtered by the poetic ghosts who can fly in the air?

However, the poet soon realized something was wrong.

He raised his head keenly.

In the sky, a huge "卍" character penetrated through the clouds.

Time droops, as if Buddha is coming.

Have you ever heard of a boxing technique that falls from the sky?
Chapter completed!