Chapter 183 The First Man of Fake Ancient Martial Cultivators

"Amitabha." with the sound of Buddhist prayer, a monk was standing guard in front of Jin Yang and the others. E Guantian struck his palm fiercely against the monk that suddenly appeared. A muffled "bang" sound of his body hitting the ground was heard, and he uncontrollably retreated a few steps back with a "thump thump" sound before he managed to stabilize himself. He was greatly terrified. What kind of expert could strike him like this? How could there be such an expert in the city? The moment he steadied his feet, he was anxious to see just who it was. When he saw clearly who was standing in front of Jin Yang and the rest, his hairy face twitched. It was hard to believe that the person who had forced him to retreat was actually such a person. Standing opposite him was an old monk that was as thin as a dried up branch. Standing in the night wind, he made people wonder if he would be blown away by the wind. Yet, such a person managed to push back the famous E Guantian. W