The boy seemed to have noticed Liu Ji's gaze. He smiled and performed a Buddhist salute, then turned around and disappeared.

This is!!!

Buddhist people?

No, to be exact, it’s the Lama of the Western Regions!

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Liu Ji was greatly surprised. Only the reincarnation of the legendary soul boy or the living Buddha could achieve such a state.

Have the Western Lamas also entered the disputes in the Central Plains?

"hehe!"

Liu Ji shook the feather fan in his hand slightly and said to himself: "This situation is getting more and more chaotic."

"The leader..."

"It seems that slaying the dragon may be easier than imagined."

After making up his mind, Liu Ji walked up the mountain along the road without looking back, leaving a group of Mingjiao disciples alone who were still dumbfounded at the results of the previous battle.

Not to mention the situation here, Pang Ban stopped after fleeing greatly, and after roughly confirming his safety.

After a pause in his steps, the person standing still sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Ahem..."

After coughing several times in succession, feeling the smell of blood in his mouth and the severely injured body, Pang Ban had not yet smiled bitterly, but he felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. With his face changed drastically, Pang Ban suddenly turned his head and started to move.

The remaining power was blasted out with one palm.

The palm force was used to hit the air, but it did not block the sound of the wind at all.

All Pang Ban saw was a flash of red in front of his eyes, his forehead hurt slightly, his vision went dark, and he stood motionless on the spot.

Like a dead person.
Chapter completed!