Chapter 235 (1/2)

Lightning broke through the roof where Master Jiyu was standing, broke the beam, and the whole room collapsed in an instant.

The result of winning or losing can be imagined. Master Jiyu fell to the ground with the collapsed roof.

Wu Huan was stunned. He couldn't accept it more than Yu's small feet tearing down a Buddhist hall. The thunder and lightning came and went quickly. If the house in front of him had not become a ruin, Wuhuan national teachers thought they were just dazzled.

Yu Xiaoxiao looked at master Jiyu being pressed by the house, then looked at Wuhuan again and said, ”it's all right.”

Wu Huan couldn't speak quickly and said, ”this, this, this thunder, this man, this...”

”Oh,” said Yu Xiaoxiao, pointing to the sky, ”it's going to thunder and rain. We can't control this?”

Wu Huan looks up at the sky. The sky is blue. Is it going to thunder and rain?

Yu Xiaoxiao obviously didn't accept her words, so she said, ”well, they all say that my mother is in heaven. Every time they see me bullied, my mother will thunder down. Ha ha, my mother's descendants are very good?”

This is more unacceptable than thunder and rain!

”Let's go down and have a look,” Yu Xiaoxiao grabbed Wu Huan's hand and jumped under the tree.

After Wu Huan's feet fell to the ground, he temporarily pressed the thunder and lightning in his heart, and first went to see the silent language in a piece of ruins.

Master Jiyu was pressed by at least three thick trees, covered with a thick layer of bricks and tiles, and he was unconscious.

Wu Huan frowned. A man with deep internal power like Ji Yu was just pressed by wood, bricks and tiles, which was not enough to make him unconscious. Wuhuan approached a little, and then found a beam thinner than the main beam, pressing on the throat of Jiyu. Wuhuan looked at the beam, which should be the culprit of Jiyu's coma.

Master Jiyu's mouth and nose bleed, which unexpectedly makes the head of the martial monk's Academy of Yongsheng Temple look like a person, rather than the eminent monk who stands in front of the wind and makes people mistakenly think that he can become a Buddha.

Wuhuan clenched his fists. Does he want to kill Jiyu here?

”Wuhuan,” Yu Xiaoxiao ran behind Wuhuan and shouted.

Wu Huan turned back and saw Yu Xiaoxiao holding his wooden mask in his hand.

”I found it,” Yu Xiaoxiao handed the wooden mask to Wuhuan and said, ”if you care so much about the injury on your face, put on this mask.”

Wuhuan looked at the mask on Yu Xiaoxiao's hand, which was still stained with a piece of mud.