The eight desolations and six palms of Wudang Gate are somewhat similar to the Shaomu Mountain stunt Mighty King Kong Palm, and it is also a brave palm technique of opening and closing.

It's just that the changes of the six-fold palm are much more complicated, and the moves are more mysterious.

Mao Eighteen slapped his palm, and immediately the wind whistled, even if there was a copper wall in front of him, it would be smashed.

In the realm of the Dual Venerable Realm of Opening the Pulse, the palm power is already extremely fierce, but his two senior brothers are also not weak, and in just half a cigarette, they have fought with him in no less than a hundred moves.

Although Mao Eighteen was a small step higher than his two senior brothers in the realm, with one enemy and two, plus everyone used the Eight Desolations and Six Palms.

So for a while, Mao Eighteen couldn't help the two of them at all.

"Senior Brother Mao, among the five of us senior brothers back then, it is true that your talent was the most outstanding, but your muscles and veins were abolished twenty years ago, and you have stagnated for many years since then!"

"So today, you can't still be an opponent for the two of us!"

Although the two of them were arrogant, they also said the truth, if Mao Eighteen had not been abolished twenty years ago, I am afraid that he would have been at least four or five Reopening Pulse Realm Venerables by now.

Deal with these two black and white old men, and you can suppress them with your backhand!

However, due to the abolition of the muscles and veins of that year, Mao Eighteen was stagnant for twenty years, missing the strongest period, and now he is old, even if he still has some talent, it is difficult to improve his cultivation.

Tang Feng was still standing there, squinting and scrutinizing carefully, but he still had no intention of making a move.

With about a cigarette, Mao Shiba's physical strength was gradually exhausted, his face was extremely pale, and even his movements gradually slowed down.

In fact, Tang Feng had expected this scene long before the two sides fought, although on the surface, Mao Shiba's veins had been dredged again.

However, because of the blockage for the whole twenty years, his muscles and veins have already entered a kind of atrophy in advance, which is not difficult to understand.

It's like a steel knife, usually the sharper it gets, and if you discard it, it won't take long for it to rust and rot until it rots.

Mao Eighteen's tendons have long been rusty, although they have recovered after dredging, but the potential is not as good as before, and now after a long fight, the follow-up weakness soon appeared.

"How about it, now you feel powerless, right? I said a long time ago, Senior Brother Mao, you are no longer the genius you were twenty years ago!"

The white-robed old man suddenly shouted, turned around sharply, jumped to the right side of Mao Eighteen, and slapped it with one palm.

Mao 18 was taken aback, he wanted to retreat at this time, but he was already a little powerless.

In fact, the energy in his dantian is far from being exhausted, just because his muscles and veins have fallen into fatigue, and he can't mobilize and operate greatly at all.

This resulted in both his palm power and reaction speed being slower than that of martial artists in the same realm.

Bang!

Mao Eighteen was hit in the ribs, and his body staggered suddenly, almost falling backwards.

It's just that before he could stand firmly, the black-robed old man's palm had already slapped from behind.

His palm was so fierce that he did not hesitate to use all his strength, clearly to put his fellow disciple to death.

Seeing this, Tang Feng knew that he couldn't sit idly by, otherwise, even if this old man Mao was immortal, he was afraid that under the other party's palm, he would have to be crippled for life.

With a raised sword eyebrow, Tang Feng's sleeves waved suddenly!

Suddenly, a surging energy passed through the sleeves of his clothes, like a howling wind surging towards the black-robed old man.

Although he was a late starter, he came first, and the surging energy rushed to the back of the black-robed old man, staggering him on the spot, and the palm momentum in his hand was naturally removed.

Mao Eighteen took the opportunity to sweep his body, and the person had already rolled out, avoiding the attack range of the two.

In fact, even if he didn't dodge, at this time, the two black-and-white robed old men had already stopped making moves.

The two immediately turned around, glared at Tang Feng angrily, and said word for word: "Fang is the one who made a secret move?"

Since Tang Feng had already made a move, he naturally wouldn't admit it, and snorted coldly at the moment: "So what?"

The white-robed old man narrowed his eyes, his tiny eyeballs revealed a ruthless luster, and he said viciously: "You are also a person in the rivers and lakes, don't you know that the most taboo in the rivers and lakes is that outsiders are nosy?"

The black-robed old man also snorted coldly: "This is our Changtianmen's family matter, and you have already committed a taboo in the rivers and lakes by doing this!"

Tang Feng's face did not change, and he said in a deep voice: "Mao Shibai has already agreed to follow me, so in a sense, his affairs can also be regarded as my affairs!"

When the old man in black and white heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and said mockingly: "Senior Brother Mao, Senior Brother, we really can't imagine that you will even give others a follower, you are really backbone, aren't you afraid of losing the face of that old thing?"

Mao Shibai gasped, and snorted coldly: "So what, the master has taught us since we were children, to understand Entu, Mr. Tang will continue my vein, help me recover my strength, Entong rebuild, I follow him, in order to repay the favor, what is unseemly!"

"It's a few of you, the master has cultivated you since childhood, but you killed the master in a frenzy, it's a loss of conscience!"

The two black and white old men were said to be a little embarrassed, and it was not good to have a verbal dispute with Mao Shibai again, so they turned their heads and glared at Tang Feng and said, "You kid, do you really want to interfere?"

Tang Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at the two of them, and said word by word: "Kneel down and abolish your martial arts, perhaps, I can consider not interfering!"

"Look for death!" the two robed old men shouted angrily.

In Changtianmen, they are also elder-level figures, even within the imperial capital, there are not many people who dare to be disrespectful to them, let alone such a hairy boy in front of them.

At that moment, as soon as the two of them showed their figures, they immediately pounced, clapping their hands and besieging them with horns left and right.

Tang Feng still stood still, not even looking at the two of them, at this time, he was still holding a cigarette, which leisurely spit out a long smoke ring.

If he is like this, others will not be able to see it, and this surnamed Tang does not take people seriously at all.

"Presumptuous!" The two old men were furious, they had lived most of their lives, where was they so despised like today, and the strength in their hands couldn't help but increase a little.

In an instant, the two of them had already slapped their palms, but Tang Feng still stood still.

With a bang, the two palms had already hit him solidly, but Tang Feng still stood there without moving.

"Huh?" Seeing this, the two old men raised their white eyebrows slightly, their eyes stared at Tang Feng, and the whole person was stunned, and he couldn't react for a while.

However, at this time, Tang Feng smiled, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and joked lightly: "With your strength, you still want to fight me, and it's not enough to even tickle me!"