Chapter 78 (1/2)

Jiao Jiao stared at the old Taoist priest whose face was hard to see at this time, and said, ”what's the matter? There's nothing left to say. My mother's patience is not so sufficient!”

The old Taoist turned black and said, ”aunt, what's that? Let's discuss it. Let me have a good chat with brother Zhang Jin?”

Jiao Jiao turned her head and looked at Zhang Jin. Seeing that he shook his head, Jiao Jiao laughed, and then whipped the whip in her hand towards the old Taoist priest.

”Don't fight!”

The old Taoist shouted hurriedly. As soon as his right hand opened, he saw only a white fan emerge, and a wisp of green light came out on the fan. The emerald green light only blocked the dancing whip.

The old Taoist couldn't help but heave a sigh. Looking at his face becoming gloomy and charming, he smiled and said, ”do we have something to say, aunt, don't be so anxious, OK, brother Zhang Jin, let's talk!”

Zhang Jin still shook his head, but different from just now, on the palm of Zhang Jin's right hand, a continuous arc was flickering.

Seeing the old Taoist here, I couldn't help taking a breath. This boy doesn't enter the oil and salt. Why?

It can be said that his heart is like a hundred turns. In a moment, he thought of countless possible old masters. He is facing Jiaojiao's whip attack again, but he has no way. At this time, he can only stare at the whip, and his face is difficult to see the extreme.

When the whip comes down, the green light can resist, but it is much worse than the just light. The Taoist priest himself knows that the green light on the white fan can't stop for long.

Moreover, it's not appropriate to release several trump cards here. The most important thing is himself. He didn't recruit himself.

Zhang Jin has three men. Who knows if there is a fourth or a fifth? It is obviously unlikely that the old Taoist priest will release his mace without knowing the enemy's situation.

Having lived so long and experienced so much, I know that it is absolutely vital to keep a trump card at the critical moment.

He didn't know that Zhang Jin was not stupid. He must have left a back move. When he played against him, he was also testing step by step.

Pop pop

The whip whipped on the more and more tiny green light like a storm. It was about to disperse the green light, and even the white fan.

The Taoist priest was sweating and bent. The key was that he was only good at using the skills of ghosts, but Zhang Jin didn't pull the upper body of ghosts at any time, so that King Kong was not bad.

This is also the gap between him and Zhang Jin, but correspondingly, Lao Dao has made great achievements in controlling ghosts. However, after all, it is more or less different from Zhang Jin's systematic existence.

Just as the Taoist priest was thinking, Zhang Jin, who was holding the ”enhanced version” of the palm thunder, suddenly bared his teeth to the Taoist priest whose heart was like a hundred turns. The palm thunder was so light and sent to the Taoist priest.

The sound of zizilala came. As soon as the Taoist priest looked up, I went!

The old Taoist priest has never seen the power of palm thunder, but he must be extraordinary when he sees the thunder photoelectric fire. He bit his teeth and cut his teeth, but there is no way. He can only watch the palm thunder impact.

It seemed to be extremely slow, but it was the blink of an eye that fell on the old Taoist. The palm thunder suddenly exploded.

The Taoist priest also wants to defend. There are girls here who beat Jiao Jiao one whip after another. They don't give him a chance at all. They can't pull out a ghost to help.

Bang

The violent explosion sounded, and Jiao Jiao was also a little surprised. She looked at the power of Zhang Jin's palm thunder, which exploded on the Taoist priest, and was a little confused.

That's great!

A small palm thunder can form a blazing explosion, which is unimaginable in Jiao Jiao's heart. Moreover, Zhang Jin brewed three palm thunder to forcibly combine and knead it to a certain extent.

Only a touch of white smoke shrouded the Taoist figure. When the white smoke gradually dispersed, only a black man in black paint and cloth was standing there. Except that his eyes were still shining and his teeth were a little white when he opened his mouth, the whole person was basically black.

The old Taoist blinked and looked angrily at Zhang Jin with red hair standing beside him. He said, ”brother Zhang, you don't want to die!”