Han Li was a little incredulous, and his mouth couldn't close for a long time.

Han Li had been with Mo Lao for four years, and it was the first time that he had discovered that Mo Lao's martial arts were so superb!

I don't know what kind of kung fu Mo Lao makes, this group of gangsters of the Wild Wolf Gang can't hurt Mo Lao at all.

Han Li immediately had expectations for learning martial arts, and Han Li secretly made up his mind while watching the ink giant.

After returning to the Valley of the Divine Hand, Han Li would have to study the four exercises that Mo Lao had selected for him, hoping to become a peerless master like Xiang Mo Lao.

"Drink!"

After some experiments, the ink giant finally knew the power of the trapped dragon gong, and then let out a loud shout, and an amazing internal force surged from all around the ink giant.

Immediately, all the members of these Wild Wolf Gang were shocked and flew out, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead!

Trapped Dragon Gong is a defensive internal skill that will absorb a certain amount of foreign object attacks, and then accumulate momentum in the body.

When the momentum reaches a critical point, the trapped dragon skill will become an extremely lethal internal skill!

The thirteen Wild Wolf Gang members on the field have all fallen to the ground, but the system has not sent a prompt that the task has been completed.

This made the ink giant a little puzzled, and he couldn't help but feel that the system was broken.

But soon, the ink giant dismissed this conjecture.

Because behind them, another group of Wild Wolf Gang appeared, and one of the leaders, dressed in white, seemed to be not weak in martial arts.

Seeing this, the ink giant couldn't help but look at it.

[Character]: White Butler

[Strength]: Second-rate early master

[Martial arts]: Horizontal training of the thirteen Taibao

[Introduction]: The white-clothed deacon of the Wild Wolf Gang, whose status is higher than that of the ordinary blue-clothed deacon, was once the director of the martial arts hall, and then for some reason, he joined the Wild Wolf Gang and became a white-clothed deacon!

Henglian Thirteen Taibao?

This is hard kung fu, and I'll experiment with the magic silver hand later to see if it really restrains all hard skills!

Deacon White and the rest of the gang followed behind the ink giant's carriage.

However, not far from the ambush circle, there was a sudden shouting of killing, and Deacon Bai immediately asked the gang to speed up their pace.

But even so, by the time the White Deacon arrived, the ink giant had already knocked all the ambushed wolf gang members to the ground.

Watching his own gang staggering, only this old man stood on the field in a good manner, which made everyone feel a little blind, this old man knows kung fu, and kung fu is not weak!

"Deacon Bai, this old man pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, we want to avenge our brothers!"

"Stick your hands on the idea, let's do it together!"

When Deacon Bai heard his men's suggestion, he agreed, and then led the rest of the gang and rushed forward.

How can a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals be the opponents of first-class masters?

The ink giant didn't use skills, just Ping A, he could deal with these fierce gangs, which made Han Li, Han Tie, Han Zhu, and Han Fat couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Han Li, I didn't expect that Doctor Mo not only had superb medical skills, but even his martial arts were so powerful!"

Han Fatzi was completely relieved, this Doctor Mo was obviously not low in martial arts, so they were very safe now.

Facing the third uncle's appreciation, Han Li was a little overwhelmed.

After all, it was the first time that Han Li had discovered that in addition to curing diseases and saving people, Mo Lao's martial arts were also so handsome!

Moreover, the strength of the ink giant at this time is far from being comparable to Li Feiyu!

"Second stunned, where did you get this sword in your hand, it is not an ordinary product at first glance, can you let me see it, eldest brother?"

"Big brother, look at it! But the fish intestine sword is very sharp, be careful when you look at it!"

As a blacksmith, Han Tie could see at a glance that the sword in Han Li's hand was very extraordinary, and he immediately became curious.

And Han Li didn't hesitate, he handed the fish intestine sword given by the lord of the royal gate to his eldest brother Han Tie, and at the same time reminded Han Tie.

After all, this fish intestine sword is like a knife of iron and hair!

After Han Li handed the Fish Intestine Sword to his eldest brother Han Tie, he pulled the curtain again and observed the battle situation on the field.

At this time, there were a lot of wild wolf gangs on the ground, and they were obviously knocked to the ground by the ink giant.

"Everyone, stand back! You're no match for this old man!"

Not long after Deacon Bai and the others joined the battle group, they suffered heavy losses.

It can be seen that this old man is a master like him!

Then the white-clothed deacon asked the people who could still run, to retreat, and then met the old man himself.

Although Deacon Bai still felt that this old man was a little familiar, he just couldn't remember where he had seen it!

But as long as the old man is captured, then the white deacon will soon remember.

"I'm practicing the Thirteenth Taibao, and I'm dedicated to all the bells and whistles! You old man hurt me and the Wild Wolf Gang has so many people, take your life now!"

After Deacon Bai let out a cruel word, he rushed towards the ink giant, and Deacon Bai's fist was also faster than the other gangs!

It's worthy of being a second-rate early master, something is there!

The ink giant began to get serious, because the speed of this white deacon's punches was much stronger than that of the other gangs!

And the shot is not out of order, but very tricky, and there is a great way to take people's lives!

Soon the battle between the ink giant and the white deacon became fierce and gradually became white-hot.

Although the ink giant has the strength of a first-class master, the ink giant is not really Mo Juren after all.

Therefore, in actual combat, the ink giant can only rely on the passive reaction of his body to dodge the fierce attack of the white butler.

And Deacon Bai is more and more frightened, this old man's strength is obviously higher than himself, maybe he can fight with the gang leader Jia Tianlong!

However, according to the detailed work of the Wild Wolf Gang in the Seven Xuanmen, there is no such old man master in the Seven Xuanmen!

"Magic Silver Hand!"

While Deacon Bai was wandering, the voice of the ink giant suddenly sounded in his ears, and then a silver-white palm slapped towards his body.

Then the invincible Henglian Thirteen Taibao was knocked out.

And after falling to the ground, blood also flowed wildly.

At the same time, the white deacon also remembered who this old man was, and immediately exclaimed at the ink giant.

"I ...... I remember! You, you are the "ghost hand" Mo Juren that the stranger said!

Brothers, retreat, he is a first-class master, Mo Juren!"

With the exclamation of the white deacon, the rest of the Wild Wolf Gang, as if they had installed a motor on their bodies, ran as fast as a thief, and disappeared in front of the ink giant in the blink of an eye.

"Ghost Hand" Mo Juren?

The ink giant was a little confused, how did the people of the Wild Wolf Gang know about the original owner, Mo Juren?

Could it be that there is something in the middle that I don't know?

Thinking of this, the ink giant came to the side of the white deacon and prepared to ask.

However, this white deacon is obviously a ruthless stubble, and when he saw the ink giant coming over, he directly bit his tongue and committed suicide, not giving the ink giant a chance to ask!