In fact, the reason why this happened was, in addition to the strength of the big iron bell, mainly because Xiaopang was not just beaten and could not fight back at all. If that were the case, he would definitely not be able to hold on long ago. When the four monks besieged Xiaopang, they were also very wary of his Wutu Divine Thunder. They could only use 60% of their mana for attack, and the other 40% had to be used for defense.
Although they can easily block one Wutu Divine Thunder, once the number of Wutu Divine Thunder reaches three, their protective methods or magic weapons will be 80% unstoppable. You will definitely be injured. The Wutu Divine Thunder is fairly easy to block. After all, it goes straight and above board. What they hate the most is Kuishui Yin Lei. Although this thing is not powerful, it is completely transparent and silent. If it accidentally sneaks up and explodes, they won't be injured if they eat it occasionally, but they will be dizzy and weak after being blown up, so they won't be able to run away. In this case, they naturally did not dare to be too presumptuous.
And among the four people, the most depressed one was the female monk in red. Because the magic weapons of the other three people were all powerful, and every time they were used, they were so powerful that they were easily blocked by Xiaopang with the big iron bell. The red monk's boomerang is the only one among them that is known for its flexibility.
When facing a guy like Fatty with a super shield to protect his body, she should have shined brightly and used the extremely flexible boomerang to bypass the big iron bell and inflict heavy damage to Fatty. But in reality? The situation was completely opposite. The female monk in red didn't dare to randomly release her trap boomerang.
Because Xiaopang pays special attention to this kind of mechanical weapon that restrains him. As soon as he saw the woman in red attacking him with this thing, without saying a word, he was sure to hit it with three or five Wutu Divine Thunder, not hitting anyone, but only hitting the mechanism boomerang.
You know, the boomerang of this mechanism is flexible, but it also loses its strength while being flexible. Of course, it is not very afraid of the ordinary flying sword DC, but when it encounters Xiaopang's Wutu Divine Thunder, and three or five at a time, it will be unbearable.
In the first attack of the female monk in red, Xiaopang used four Wutu divine thunders to blow up three of them. This loss was really too great. Because it is not easy to refine the machine boomerang, and after it is successfully refined, it must be nourished by the soul, slowly become familiar with their performance, and finally master it, so that it can exert its strongest power. And the loss of these three boomerangs will take at least four to five years for the female cultivator in red to replenish. Can she not feel distressed? Anyway, she was not the only one here, so in order to reduce losses, she simply put away her mechanism boomerang and only used ordinary flying swords to symbolically attack.
In this way, the only monk who posed a real threat to Xiaopang was unable to do anything, and the attacks of the other three were all blocked by the extremely flexible big iron bell. As a result, these four foundation-building cultivators were unable to do anything against Xiaopang.
However, the four of them were not very impatient. Because they all thought of one thing, that is, although Xiaopang looked mighty at this time, it could not last long. Because Xiaopang had to keep the flying sword flying wildly and command such a heavy iron bell to block the attack, the amount of spiritual energy consumed must be quite staggering. In terms of the mana of a monk at the fifth level of innate heaven, he would only be able to hold on for half a quarter of an hour at most before running out of mana. At that time, wouldn't it be possible for the four of them to slaughter each other as much as they like
However, although the four foundation-building monks' calculations were good, in fact it was not the case at all. Soon half an hour passed, and Little Fatty was still lively and vigorous. Another quarter of an hour passed, and Little Fatty was still so powerful. After three or four and a half hours, Little Fatty was still the same, but the four foundations were built. The monks' expressions changed.
At this time, I saw the little fat man, with his head held high and his chest held high, his feet on the Golden Eagle Sword, controlling a golden sword light more than ten feet long, flying rapidly through the air in a gorgeous way. With his left hand behind his back, he held three golden Wutu Divine Thunder, ready to strike at any time. The right hand stops at the waist, and from time to time, the fingers are bent and flicked. Each time it pops up, it will trigger a thunder, accompanied by a violent explosion, or explode a flying sword light, or explode the opponent's Taoist attack. , or drive away the monks who dare to approach.
At the same time, the big iron bell, covered in wounds and billowing with black smoke, rolled around Xiaopang like a super agile gorilla, using its huge and strong body to Block every vicious attack.
Although the little fat man was in ragged clothes at this time, he was in high spirits and had a look of disdain on his face. It didn't feel like I was being chased and running for my life, but rather like I was taking a leisurely outing.
In fact, Xiaopang is feeling proud now. After all, he is just a low-level monk from the fifth level of the innate world, but now he can rely on his Taoist skills. He is completely helpless to let the four foundation-building monks take advantage of him. If this spreads out, no one will believe it.
He was thinking now, anyway, Taoist Master has plenty of Five Elements Essence to replenish his mana, so let's just use it! Half an hour has passed, and in four quarters of an hour, we will almost be back at Xuantian Temple. Haha, when the time comes, I will let you know why the flowers are so red!
Facing Xiaopang who was so relaxed and content, the several foundation-building monks who were chasing him were furious. The guy riding the leopard couldn't help but said angrily: "Boss, there's no way to fight! This damn fat man's magic weapon is powerful, his thunder is sharp, and he has seemingly endless magic power. How can he be a monk in the innate realm? He is 80% They are disguised as foundation-building monks, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers!"
"Yes, how can any innate disciple have so much mana? While flying with the sword, he also wielded such a big iron bell so sharply that he persisted for half an hour under the siege of four of us foundation-building monks. . Even the Foundation Establishment monk who has been besieged by us for so long should not be able to bear it! But look at his relaxed look, is he just playing!" The female monk in red also said distressedly.
"Elder brother, I have exhausted sixty-seven percent of my mana. If I continue like this, I'm afraid that the fat guy will be fine, but we will be finished first!" The monk with the golden eagle on his feet frowned and said: "Do you think it's time to do this? Did you use that thing?”