“Jin-deng-da-shi-!”
Seeing the monk’s terrifying bleeding face, grenade-throwing senior immortal couldn’t help shouting loudly.
Zen master Jin Deng raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face. “Don’t worry, patron, I’m fine...”
Grenade-throwing senior immortal was truly shocked this time.
The concentrated spiritual energy in that brick.
The moment Wang Ling threw it over..
Grenade-throwing senior immortal could already feel it.
As a true venerable, he didn’t dare to receive it at all.
He only felt that the spiritual pressure emanating from that brick already made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Zen master golden lamp not only reached out to receive it..
He also touched it for about ten seconds before letting go..
Grenade-throwing senior immortal calculated that in these ten seconds, one second equals one slap.
This Zen Master Golden Lamp had already received ten slaps from Wang Ling!
The point was, ten slaps!
He was actually still alive..
