Seeing this, the other old man did not dare be negligent either. His body actually flew into the air, and with a wave of his hand, that seemingly ordinary hand suddenly grew enormous. Golden palms emerged one after another along with the old man's Buddhist seals, smashing toward the several remaining Pifeng Gang disciples dressed in dark robes.
These two old men were actually Buddhist sect disciples!
Moreover, these two Buddhist sect disciples had come to protect Jiangchao Temple—to protect this Daoist Master Xiao, Xiao Jian!
"Ah??" Zheng Mou was clearly utterly taken by surprise. He exclaimed, "You are monks from Little Gold Temple? Could it be that you covet these Origin Stones as well?"
Unfortunately, the two Buddhist elders did not answer. The might of the Zen staff and the shadows of the Buddha palms were already extremely close to Zheng Mou and the others! Naturally, aside from Zheng Mou, who stood steadily where he was, his hand lightly clenched and not moving an inch, the other Pifeng Gang disciples had long since propelled themselves away, drawn their weapons, and scattered in flight.
"Go~" Seeing that the two Buddhist elders had no intention of replying, Zheng Mou hurriedly spread his hand. A tiny azure sword barely an inch long appeared in his palm. As Zheng Mou recited a sword incantation and breathed a mouthful of qi onto the little sword, it shot into the sky with a "whoosh," swelling with the wind into an azure blade over three feet long. With a "clang," it struck the Zen staff!
Zheng Mou's flying sword was clearly no match for the Zen staff and was sent flying at once! Yet the Zen staff's offensive was also halted by this, and Zheng Mou and the others took the opportunity to dart out of