The flesh and the iron shield collided, but there was a loud bang of gold and stone.

With the blessing of the spiritual power of his shoulders and arms, after Wang Lin ate the collision, he cautiously and slowly pushed forward, knocking the other party backwards for a short time, and retreating three or four big steps.

Wang Lin didn't pursue, pinched the shoulder of his right arm with his left hand, shook the shoulder joint a few times, and the elbow, armpit, and shoulder blade suddenly burst into a clicking sound.

When he was hit like this, he felt a lot more relaxed and refreshed, his bones were loose and his back was open, and his muscles were a little numb.

The remaining bit of drunkenness also dissipated under this impact, and the whole person seemed to be able to drink more than a pound of wine.

Wang Lin was overjoyed, raised his eyes to look at the strong man opposite, and saw that he had no signs of escaping, so he untied the wine bottle and drank the blue light wine that had just been filled in the bottle.

If you drink early, you will get drunk early.

The sooner you get drunk, the sooner you wake up, and the sooner you can drink your next drink.

Wang Lin's spirit was shocked, calculated the time, and when these few sips of wine were drunk, he would be able to drink two more times in the afternoon and early morning when he woke up, and today he would have more aura for a meal.

But he said that the strong man of the tiger lord was injured by the majestic force coming from the shield, and half of his body was numb and unconscious.

The chest was unusually tight, as if it had been hit hard.

The lungs are even more uncomfortable, as if they have been slashed by a sword, choking in the heart.

The internal strength in his body, as early as the moment he came into contact with Wang Lin, was destroyed by the aura, scattered into qi and blood, and returned to the meridian body.

Even the iron shield couldn't resist the other party's flesh and bones, and was smashed out of two small pits by the shoulder and elbow, which were deeply recessed.

The strong man's throat twitched, and he swallowed a mouthful of dark blood spurted out of his chest due to agitation, and his heart was full of wonder:

- What a terrifying internal force, this is a thousand-year-old internal force? No, it's not, this divine subtlety is by no means comparable to internal strength, this is the mana of a Qi cultivator!

He didn't expect that the other party didn't have no mana, but that he had been playing him for fun before, and he deliberately didn't use mana.

But this strong man, who claims to be the master of the tiger, does not intend to run for his life.

Although he was surprised that this legendary mana was three points more powerful than other people's mouths, far beyond his imagination.

But seeing that Wang Lin not only supported his right arm, but also turned his shoulder and arm sluggishly, as if he was injured.

Then he was so anxious that he drank the wound medicine, and he didn't care about chasing after the seriously injured himself, and he had already decided that this person had also suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Suddenly, the ferocity in his heart suddenly rose, and he planned to take a risk to see if he could use this life to fight for an opportunity to practice qigong.

So he endured the pain, pretended to be indifferent on his face, and began to bewitch him, using the method of extortion:

"You rural village road, I used to think that your sect was so extravagant, but it was just like that feather gate, ugly and shallow, obviously there is a mana far beyond the internal force, but there is no magic cultivation, there is no treasure mountain and I don't know how to take it, and I don't even use one ten-thousandth of my ability."

Seeing that Wang Lin ignored himself and only drank the healing potion, he changed his rhetoric again.

While secretly healing his wounds, he doubled down on his ridicule of Wang Lin's Taoist mastership, eager to provoke Wang Lin and force him to strike first and give himself a chance to win:

"It's really worthy of a bull's nose, stupid and reckless, I have heard for a long time that the inheritance of Taoism is orderly, and today I saw that the results are true! Your big bull-nosed master accepted you as a little bull-nose, and now it seems that he should have passed on the essence of his big stupid cow to you without reservation, otherwise how could he teach you to be like that little stupid cow, and you seem to be crazy? ”

The trash talk kept stopping, and he even used deliberate luck to pinch a duck voice that was neither male nor female, and stimulated the other party with this disgusting timbre that was unbearable, sharp and cold, and hoarse and mocking.

His heart was full of thoughts, and when Wang Lin endured the injury, he hit his right side with his own stabbing hammer and finished off the other party in one fell swoop.

I think he only has a little mana in his body, and he won't be able to withstand his hammer smash.

No matter how much the tiger master said before, Wang Lin was only watching the clown acting, and used it as a condiment for wine.

But the more he talked later, the more he brought Shi Zhile in his words, so that Wang Lin couldn't drink this wine anymore, and he was instantly uninterested.

The aura that had originally grown in large quantities in the body also suddenly decreased, along with the swept wine.

Even if the liquor enters the throat, it loses most of its effect.

This blue wine has become even less than the sour rice wine at the entrance of the village.

After the tiger lord finished taunting, Wang Lin put away the wine bottle, feeling sorry for the big sip of waste wine he had just swallowed.

This blue light wine is expensive, and it wasted four taels of silver for such a plain purpose!

Compared with before going down the mountain, his strength has almost doubled, and his aura has increased by nearly half.

In the previous few fights, he felt that the soaring ability of this body was slowly remastered by himself, and he couldn't help sighing and said:

"Before, I was worried that I couldn't control my strength, I was afraid that I would kill you with one punch, and I would not have the opportunity to find out the details and force a confession, but now I am almost adapted, since you are so anxious to reincarnate, then you will die!"

In an instant, an afterimage flashed, and the tiger lord didn't see anything clearly, only to feel that the wind was raging everywhere around him, and a huge wave surged in front of his face.

He felt nothing, he didn't perceive anything, his eyes were blown by the wind.

In the thin slits of his eyes, he vaguely saw four silver frost white lights up.

Then I didn't feel the presence of my hands and feet.

Only one big head was left looking around in panic, unable to resist the pull of gravity while struggling, and its torso dragged its head and slowly fell to the ground together, like a piece of dead meat.

"Come on, tell me about your details, and tell me how you brought those two tigers to the foot of Taiheng Mountain, and what storage tools were used when you took back the shield hammer soldiers?"

Wang Lin stood in the mansion full of corpses, and asked softly at the only corpse that could still breathe.

Looking at the people in the palace who died because of this person, and the people in the government who had suffered a lot of torture and murder before their deaths, Wang Lin didn't have much to say about his anger.

Just one by one, he pinched out eight life and death talismans in his hand, and gently placed them on top of this thick stick, filling his only remaining body.

Let it use its remaining torso and head to slowly warm up these ice flakes and dissolve the magic power in them.

But what Wang Lin didn't expect was that before the life and death talisman could be dissolved, the strong man roared because of the pain of breaking his limbs.

Accidentally, he swallowed a life and death talisman that Wang Lin put on his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

Before this life-and-death talisman that penetrated deep into his intestines could take effect, he actually stared at him, his eyes were like fingers, and he swiped a few times in the air, and his whole body suddenly became motionless, as if he was dead.

At first, Wang Lin thought that the life and death talisman in his stomach was too powerful, and he was forced to faint.

But after taking a hemostatic pill to him, there was still no sign of waking up after blood cocoons formed on the severed parts of his limbs.

The strong man breathed steadily, but he didn't wake up, just like a vegetative person, and he didn't react anymore.

This was the first time that Wang Lin had encountered the failure of the life and death talisman, and he had doubts in his heart, but he had no way to deal with him.

In desperation, he could only put him into the five yin pouch that Su Banxia gave him.

Put it in a bag together with the food packed for Shi Zhile,

Mentioning a little aura, according to the mantra that Master Su said before leaving, he deliberately restrained the yin and evil poison that devoured the flesh and blood in the bag, so that the flesh and blood of this corpse could be preserved and not swallowed up by the five yin bags.

He moved slightly, using the severed limbs of this villain as a pen, dipped in blood all over the ground, and wrote the events concisely and concisely on the gate of the palace.

At the end of the payment, there was a revenge for the thief Lu Manniu, eight big characters.

Then, with the newly drawn "Flying on the Grass", he rushed out of the city to the hut, planning to go to the master first to discuss how to deal with the corpse.