God of Rebirth Denial System

Beiyuanzhong, in front of the old temple!
The white-clothed swordsman from another continent, with an indifferent expression, slashed out with a sword in his hand, and the handsome little monk in white robes also slashed out with a stick!
click!
The stick in the young monk's hand was split in two by a sword, and a group of big monks shook their heads.
The little monk was not discouraged, snorted coldly, picked up the other broken stick, held two sticks, one long and one short, and shouted: "Ho Ho ha ha, look at me using the nunchaku..."

The white-clothed swordsman is an immortal cultivator at the ninth level of Qi refining, and the little monk is not weak at the eighth level of Qi refining. The most important thing is that he is still a strong ancient martial artist, the realm of Wu Zun!
How old is the little monk?Absolutely no older than 16.

And a young monk who was underage turned out to be an ancient martial artist in the Martial Venerable Realm, and an eighth-level Qi Refining Immortal Cultivator. This talent could embarrass Xiao Yichen from the Xiao family in the capital!

The white-clothed swordsman was extremely surprised at this moment. He never expected that a native boy from Earth Star could cultivate to such a level in such a short period of time. This talent is rare in the world even in their Immortal Cultivation Continent!
With such a monstrous talent, they will definitely be their enemies in the future, and the white-clothed swordsman is more and more determined to kill the little monk.

Seeing the two short sticks getting shorter and shorter, the little monk blushed and was extremely annoyed.

Three minutes later, the little monk was forced to retreat with a sword, and the two sticks in his hand were only more than one foot long.

"Damn it, you're deceiving people too much. Do you think our temple doesn't have a sword?" The little monk was furious and shouted domineeringly: "Sword!"

Then the Zen knife in the hand of a senior brother flew over!

The little monk grabbed the Zen knife and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

Then he slashed at the swordsman in white!
Don't look at the handsome and handsome young monk, but he is fierce in fighting, open and close, what a man!
The north wind howls, the snowflakes fall, monks fight swordsmen with swords!The picture is still very beautiful, otherwise, would a group of old monks watching it be able to comment on it with interest?

The talented little monk who likes to fight, finally...

Still can't win!
A group of old monks sighed!
"A group of shameless bald donkeys don't know how to help poor monks?" The young monk angrily threw the Zen knife on the ground, and pointed at a group of big and old monks with anger.

"Amitabha! Young people's skills are still a bit shallow, let's see this old man subdue this beast!" An old monk with a bald head and silver beard clasped his hands and walked towards the white-clothed swordsman!
"Bah! The old bald donkey likes to pretend!" The little monk said dissatisfied.

"Amitabha, my little brother is going too far, that's the master, you have to respect the master!" said a fat monk.

"You're right, fat bald donkey!" The little monk didn't object.

The fat monk had black lines on his face, thinking that he would have known that he would not open his mouth.

"Amitabha! All living beings are equal. I have no ill intentions towards aliens. How can the almsman kill me and other monks?" The old monk said to the white-clothed swordsman.

"You are so despicable, how can you blame us for killing and attacking our tribe first?" The white-clothed swordsman said coldly.

The old monk patiently explained: "That's their fault too, it has nothing to do with monks like me, or ordinary people."

"Hmph, you low-level humans, despicable and shameless, you should all be killed!" The white-clothed swordsman said, but he was very wary of the old monk in his heart. Although the immortal cultivators looked down on the earth star people, they were only low-level immortal cultivators after all, and the earth star had Individual very powerful ancient warriors.

Otherwise, many of them came over, and they wouldn't be killed and hide in Tibet.

"Amitabha! All living beings are equal, and the donor's thoughts are deviated. Why do you think that our earth star is an inferior human being?" The old monk was dissatisfied.

"Hmph, I don't bother to explain to you, just wait, in a short while, we Xuanyuan Continent will come with a strong man, and you will all be dead by then!" the white-clothed swordsman said disdainfully.

"Amitabha, I originally wanted to let the benefactor go, but the benefactor is too hostile to us humans, so I can't let him go!" said the old monk.

"Old bald donkey, why are you talking so much nonsense, fuck him?" the handsome young monk cursed.

"Little bald donkey, why worry, I'll take him down in a matter of minutes!" The old monk turned around and cursed.

"Fuck, you just pretend to be aggressive, everyone has run away!" The little monk pointed behind the old monk and cursed.

The old monk turned his head to look, and sure enough, the swordsman in white had already run a hundred feet away.

The old monk's face was slightly dark, and he said angrily: "Young people are really unreasonable, and they don't say hello when they run away?"

After finishing speaking, he chased after him, the speed was astonishingly fast, the wind was like a tornado, and the snow was rolled up on the ground, as if there was a long snow-white dragon behind him!
The little monk curled his lips and said, "When you're old enough, you know how to pretend!"