The chains had obviously not been used in a long time, and the smell of rust that had accumulated in the gloom was somewhat choking.

Chen Yuzhi looked at the battle situation through the gaps, and Uncle Zeng Li was still behind him with one hand, and his momentum and posture were above Shen Kuo.

On the night of Jurong Shen Lane, he watched Uncle Zeng Li suddenly vomit blood and leave. Thinking that day in Maoshan Mountain, the white-clothed Taoist robe almost died in the hands of Wang Shudian, although he escaped, but the injury was not so easy to heal......

The young man knew that Uncle Zeng Li must have come to save Xiao Zamao, but Shen Kuo was quite tricky, and the outcome of today's victory was unpredictable, and the young man who was wrapped in zongzi was very worried.

Shen Kuo smiled contemptuously, the kid who was called "wild seed" back then wanted to settle accounts with himself today, which is really ridiculous......

Mo about a hundred disciples came out from behind the hall and gathered behind the lord, Shen Kuo said: "Yes, the little wild seed that couldn't fight back and scolded back back now actually came to the door to seek revenge, and Maoshan is really talented!"

Uncle Zeng Li took half a step forward, and the disciples of Jiulong Mountain all took dozens of steps back, and he said flatly: "I have nothing to do with Maoshan anymore, and this is a personal grudge with you." ”

Shen Kuo raised his eyebrows lightly, it was not yet time to break with Maoshan, but since Uncle Zeng Li had betrayed the mountain gate, he didn't have to worry too much, he said: "Oh, why don't I remember any grievances with you, a wild seed." ”

Half a step followed by another half step, the Nine Dragons disciple was shocked by the momentum before, and when he saw the white-clothed Taoist robe take another step, he was lucky to resist, even Shen Kuo was no exception. Who knew that this half-step was an ordinary half-step, without any momentum and oppression.

Uncle Zeng Li sneered: "Look at your startled appearance, where do you look like a lord? Don't you really think that no one knows about the dirty things you did back then?"

Shen Kuo's halberd pointed at his angry eyes, and he forgot to say anything when he wanted to distinguish it, so he simply didn't say more, and raised his fists and swept towards Uncle Zeng Li. Although he didn't care about the life or death of his disciples, he cared very much about his face, if he really let the other party say something unbearable, how would he sit in the position of the lord.

"Tut-tut...... The dog jumped off the wall!"

Uncle Zeng Li still did not move the hand behind him, and he was able to use one hand and two fists.

A raging flame burst out, Shen Kuo couldn't avoid it, burned his hands and then retreated violently and exclaimed: "Samadhi true fire?"

Chen Yuzhi was even more surprised than Shen Kuo of the eight-character beard at this time, Uncle Zeng Li's samadhi true fire had already been abolished by Wang Shudian, but today it appeared out of thin air, and the charm revealed in it made him feel a little inexplicably familiar.

Uncle Zeng Li said: "I didn't expect it, right? The refining fire that Jiulong Mountain is proud of has been cultivated by me. ”

The old woman had mixed feelings, this refining fire has not been able to come out for hundreds of years, the reason why the male disciples in the mountain gate want to practice boxing is because the boxing method is the foreshadowing of the real fire method, she straightened her back and sighed: "Runqiu, if you know under the spring, you should also feel proud of Uncle Li......

With a wave of his hand, the white-clothed robe waved his hand, and four flames refined the stone carvings at the root of the chain, and the ground was sparsely rotten, and the man said, "You go and save Xiyang first." ”

"Uncle Shi!"

Sang Zhi and Hou Cen Yan helped the limping little miscellaneous hair out of the corner, the little Taoist priest called the uncle kindly, from Jurong to Jiulong Mountain, the white-clothed Taoist robe has been protecting himself, even if he has made mistakes, they have all gone with the wind.

The holy woman knelt on the square bricks, and said guiltily: "Lord, they were brought up the mountain by me, and they should not act like this in the mountain gate, all the blame Sang Zhi is willing to bear it alone, and please show ......mercy to the lord's subordinates."

Shen Kuo clenched his fists, and he was furious, he scolded sharply: "What do you bear?" I really didn't expect the fragrance of red apricots, and the saints of all generations like to turn their elbows outward!"

When it comes to the Holy Maiden, Uncle Zeng Li is cracked in the crown, the Samadhi True Fire is stacked one after another, and the square bricks under his feet can't withstand the heat wave and cracks inch by inch.

"Shen Kuo, I was too young to compete with you, but now I sigh for the past, and I will tell you about your crimes!"

"Two sides and three knives are one, do things by unscrupulous means, back then instigated your master to use the holy girl as a bargaining chip to marry Laojun Pavilion, and today Tian Tian is shameless, not only to the juniors, but also to treat the disciples of the mountain gate as ants to trample on at will!"

"Doing a lot of evil is the second, although those elders and lords said that it was not a pity to die, but the situation of ten illnesses and nine pains that could not be saved was all caused by you in secret!"

"The human face and beast heart are the third, with the position of the lord to despise the female disciple of the mountain gate, the juniors are used as playthings and imprisoned, people are watching the sky, do you think you can hide from the sky and cross the sea? The most hateful thing is that back then, you used my life as a threat, and went to find my mother all day long to do unreasonable things, causing her to have a mental breakdown and die! Shen Kuo, you are not even as good as a beast, how are you qualified to sit on Jiulong Mountain?"

The old woman sighed, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and now Uncle Zeng Li made it clear in front of the public, Jiulong Mountain is not in danger, and it will definitely become a place spurned by people in the rivers and lakes in the future.

Chen Yuzhi and Li Xiyang finally saw the secret in the hearts of the white-clothed Taoist robes, and he seized the position of the head of Maoshan Sect definitely to take revenge! Uncle Zeng Li not only wanted to punish Shen Kuo, but also wanted to destroy Jiulong Mountain!

Shen Kuo's face was grim, and he couldn't imagine that the other party knew everything he was doing in secret......

Uncle Zeng Li took back the arm behind him and shouted angrily: "Shen Kuo, today I want you to pay for your blood debt!"

The momentum of the white-clothed Taoist robe at this time is a little stronger than that in Maoshan, and the Samadhi True Fire is also more handy, and there is no uncontrollable abnormality at all. At noon, the sun was shining, the Jiulong Mountain Gate was towering into the clouds, and the white clouds turned into fire against the backdrop of a piece of intermingle, as if the gods had overturned the alchemy furnace, or the fairies had sacrificed thousands of miles of red satin. Under the scorching white mist, Uncle Zeng Li was the only one who was dressed in white like frost, cold and deep.

Shen Kuo already deeply understood the ruthlessness of Samadhi's true fire, and he couldn't go head-to-head with Uncle Zeng Li, so he had to find another way.

A black wooden umbrella appeared out of thin air, Shen Kuo opened the umbrella buckle, and countless iron black-scaled darts attacked the white-clothed robe. The dart came out and closed the umbrella, and Shen Kuo stabbed forward with the tip of the collar flower and wood, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The black scale dart is not afraid of flame refining, Uncle Zeng Li stomped lightly, two fingers poked out, Jiulong Mountain was shocked, the square bricks outside the main hall were all rubble, and the scale darts fell to the ground one after another.

In an instant, two fingers pressed against the tip of the collar flower, and the white-clothed robe said lightly: "The class can't protect you!"

The invulnerable Ban Lose umbrella is regarded as a treasure by Jiulong Mountain, and under the slight folding of two fingers, the ghost axe is broken into sawdust.

Shen Kuo's body retreated violently, and the white-clothed Taoist robe was as light as a hundred miles away, no matter how fast the other party was, he couldn't break free from the life-seeking hand that clasped his throat.

At the moment of life and death, the "high-spirited" lord on weekdays was faceless, and immediately secretly pinched the magic trick, and the black wood of the Dao appeared out of thin air, and the black scale rune at the grafting place was boundary, and Shen Kuo was protected in an instant.

Chen Yuzhi looked at the turtle-like mechanism and asked, "What is this?"

"Ban loses the umbrella and the moment horizontal shield, the two attack and defend, it is cast by the lady of the sky back then, and it is rumored that if it is not for the dome, the moment is unbreakable. ”

These few pieces of black wood and black scales plus some runes can be so powerful? It has to be the realm above the cave to be broken, and the young man was a little surprised and couldn't believe it.

"Why did you become a turtle with a shrunken head? Do you really think you can hide in it and be safe?"

Speechless for a while, Shen Kuo obviously planned to hide from him......