Master Fang Zheng spun and rolled several times in mid-air before landing.
Thud thud thud!
But he was still unstable, retreating over ten steps before he seemed to dissipate all his Vigorous Qi.
Even so.
He still staggered, almost falling to the ground.
"Abbot!"
The monks of Shaolin Temple were shocked, and someone immediately stepped forward to support Master Fang Zheng.
Master Fang Zheng's face was fluctuating between blue and white, his chest heaving violently for a long while. Unable to hold it back anymore, pfft!
He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a blood jet.
The monks of Shaolin Temple were even more astonished, worried, and furious at this sight.
Someone immediately accused Ding Ling:
"Donor Ding, your Demon Nature is beyond cure. You even dared to injure my Shaolin Temple's venerable Master Fang Zheng. You are truly sinful, heading straight for the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
"Nonsense!"
Qu Feiyan couldn't hold back any longer and stood up angrily:
