In fact, the reason for this situation, in addition to the strength of the big iron bell, is mainly because Xiaopang was not just taking a beating and could not fight back at all. If that were the case, he would have collapsed long ago. When the four monks were besieging Xiaopang, they were also very afraid of his Wu Earth Divine Thunder. They could only use 60% of their magic power 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 aboveboard. What they hate the most is Kuishui Yin Lei. Although this thing is not powerful, it is completely transparent and silent. If it accidentally slipped by and exploded, they wouldn't be injured if they ate a few occasionally, but they would be too dizzy and weak to run away after being blown up. 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 Xiaopang who had a super shield, she should have shined, using her extremely flexible boomerang to bypass the big iron bell and inflict heavy damage on Xiaopang. But what happened in reality? The situation was completely the opposite. The red-robed female monk did not dare to use her boomerang recklessly.
Because Xiaopang paid special attention to this kind of mechanical artifact that could restrain him. When he saw the woman in red using this thing to attack him, he would not say a word and would definitely hit her with three or five Wu Earth Divine Thunders, not hitting the person, but only the mechanical boomerang.
You know, this mechanical boomerang is flexible, but it also loses strength. It is not afraid of ordinary flying swords, but it can't stand it if it encounters Xiaopang's Wu Earth Divine Thunder, and three or five of them at a time.
The first attack of the female monk in red was destroyed by Xiaopang's four Wutu Divine Thunders. This loss was too great. Because it is not easy to refine the mechanical boomerang, and after it is successfully refined, it must be nourished by the Yuanshen, slowly familiar with their performance, and finally integrated, so that it can exert its strongest power. And the loss of these three boomerangs will take at least four or five years for the female monk in red to replenish them. How can she not feel distressed? Anyway, there are more people here than just her, so in order to reduce the loss, she simply put away her mechanical boomerang and only used ordinary flying swords to attack symbolically.
In this way, the only cultivator who posed a real threat to Xiao Pang was not able to make any effort, and the attacks of the other three were all blocked by the extremely flexible big iron bell. As a result, the four foundation-building cultivators were completely unable to do anything to Xiao Pang.
However, the four of them were not very anxious. Because they all thought of one thing, that is, although Xiaopang looked powerful at the moment, he 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 spiritual energy consumed must be quite astonishing. With the mana of a cultivator at the fifth level of the innate realm, he would probably only last half a quarter of an hour at most before his mana was exhausted. At that time, wouldn't he be at the mercy of the four of them?
However, although the four foundation-building monks had a good plan, in reality it was not the case at all. Soon half a quarter of an hour passed, and Little Fatty was still full of energy. Another half a quarter of an hour passed, and Little Fatty was still as powerful as ever. After three or four half a quarter of an hour, Little Fatty was still the same, but the four foundation-building monks all changed their expressions.
At this time, Xiao Pang, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, stepped on the Golden Eagle Sword, and controlled a golden sword light that was more than ten feet long, flying rapidly in the air. His left hand was behind his back, holding three golden earth divine thunders, ready to be used at any time. His right hand was at his waist, and he would bend his fingers and flick them from time to time. Each flick would cause a thunderous sound, accompanied by a violent explosion, either blowing up a flying sword light, or disrupting the opponent's Taoist attack, or driving away the monks who dared to approach.
At the same time, the big iron bell, which was covered with wounds and emitting billowing black smoke, rolled around Xiaopang like a super agile gorilla, using its huge and sturdy body to block one vicious attack after another.
Although the fat guy was in rags at the moment, he was in high spirits and looked disdainful. He didn't look like he was being chased by someone, but rather like he was just taking a leisurely stroll.
In fact, Xiaopang was feeling proud now. After all, he was just a low-level cultivator of the fifth level of the innate realm, but now he could rely on his Taoist skills to make the four foundation-building cultivators completely helpless. If this were to be spread out, no one would believe it even if they were beaten to death.
He was thinking, since I have plenty of Five Elements Essence to replenish my mana, let's just waste it! Half an hour has passed, and in another four quarters of an hour, we will almost be back at Xuantian Temple. Haha, by then, I will let you know why the flowers are so red!
The several foundation-building monks who were chasing after the fat guy were furious when they saw him being so relaxed. The guy riding the leopard couldn't help but get angry and said, "Boss, there's no way to fight him! This fat guy has a powerful magic weapon, sharp divine thunder, and seemingly endless mana. How can he be a monk in the Xiantian realm? He is probably a foundation-building monk in disguise, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!"
"Yes, how can a congenital disciple have so much magic power? While flying with the sword, he also played such a big iron bell so skillfully, and he managed to hold out for half an hour under the siege of four of us foundation-building monks. Even a foundation-building monk would not be able to bear being besieged by us for so long! But look at his relaxed look, he is just playing!" The female monk in red said distressedly.
"Big Brother, I have used up 60% to 70% of my mana. If this continues, I'm afraid that fat guy will be fine, but we will be finished first!" The monk who was stepping on the golden eagle frowned and said, "Look, is it time to use that thing?"