The old man slapped it with one palm, like riding the wind, and like the wind moving with the palm, relaxed and comfortable, as if he didn't have any strength.

The momentum of the Burning Sky Palm is very amazing, like an army rushing into battle, like a broken bamboo, scorching and thriving. The old man was plain and light, carefree, and at first glance, inconspicuous, and it was impossible for him to win the Burning Sky Palm. When the palms touched, the old man's eyes shone slightly, and in an instant, this palm came to the wind, almost at the same time, and Dorje's big palm burned the sky, and the palms struck each other.

There was a muffled sound, but the two palms were just right, but the heat energy was extinguished in an instant, and the wind was still strong, and the old man slapped it with another hand, easily, and it actually shook Dorje's whole person straight out, turned around twice, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Dorje's face changed, could it be that he had lost the Great Palm of the Burning Heavens? Looking down at the slight redness of his left palm, he was surprised and suspicious, and hurriedly asked, "What is the origin of your palm?"

The old man waved his left hand again, and the howling wind suddenly stopped, and there was no more movement. Under Dorje's even more frightened gaze, he said lightly, "The Eight Realms of the Wind Palm!" As he spoke, the old man's face wrinkled and he grinned, "What? If you want to be the first person in the Holy Religion, the old man can fulfill you. 」

As soon as the five words of "Eight Realms of the Wind Guard" came out, it was like a thunderbolt hitting Dorje's head, which made his face change dramatically, and when he heard the words "Your Sect Teacher", he was even more frightened. He pondered, "He, he did say that the Eight Realms of the Wind Palm was the one that had hurt the Great Prophet...... Which palm?"

It is rumored that decades ago, the Holy Sect Mentor had personally commanded the Holy Sect army, invaded this land of Yunnan, and in the Battle of Fuxian, the Holy Sect soldiers were many generals, and the Central Plains people were busy dividing the feudal towns, the momentum was low, the army was disheartened, the two armies fought, and the Central Plains army collapsed Severely inflicted a blow on the Holy Sect Teacher, prompting the Holy Sect not to invade rashly again, hastily plundered the rural peasants, and returned to the court.

Dorje stood up, looked at Miss Mozhu for a while, and then looked at the black mallet, greed flashed in his eyes, and finally saw the old man smiling in front of him, and said with a calm face: "This time, in the face of Your Excellency and the Mentor, the old man confessed! Please tell that kid for me that he burned down the hidden cave of our Holy Sect, and the Holy Sect and him are endless. Farewell!"

"Wait, Qian'er, give me the antidote. The old man looked back and said.

Miss Mozhu took out a small bottle from her sleeve, with a pattern of small black bamboo on it, confirmed it a few times, threw it to her grandfather, and hurriedly ran her qi again, pranayama for Yuan Hao, and never looked at Dorje again from beginning to end.

The old man handed the small bottle to Dorje and said, "This is the antidote to black bamboo ink, take it for three meals in the morning, noon and evening, and after a bowl, the black water in your right hand will naturally melt. 」

Dorje was overjoyed, and he didn't thank him when he took it, but bowed his head and left.

Not long after, Yuan Hao groaned a few times, and the survey woke up.

Yuan Hao was in a daze in front of him, his consciousness was not very clear, he only felt that his whole body was in pain, and his head was dizzy, but fortunately, there was a warm current flowing through the meridians of his body, as if he was relieving the pain for himself, and the pain gradually disappeared. He was about to raise his hand and touch his head, when a sharp pain spread from his right arm to his whole body like an electric current, and he gasped in pain, jumped up, and cried out, "Ah......! Hand, his turtle grandfather's bastard, who broke the little master's hand?"

He endured the pain of the fracture, and remembered that he had let the stinky monk of the Holy Sect faint, and that he must have broken his right arm!

"Dorje, you shit bastard, where are you? You're a bald villain when people aren't prepared!" Yuan Hao was so excited that he walked back and forth, thinking only of Dorje's old monk's face.

Miss Mozhu and the old man were stunned for a moment, thinking that they had been hit in the brain, and the whole person was stupid, but when they heard Yuan Hao's nonsense, they were relieved, smiled slightly, and listened to his nonsense.

Yuan Hao looked at his soft right arm, tears rolled in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Do you know what will happen to the villain? Hahaha, let me tell you, the reason why the villain is a villain is because your mother gave birth to you and you definitely didn't give you a butt, and your father definitely didn't give birth to you......

The more the old man listened, the more he felt bad, and hurriedly shouted, "Okay, okay! Little fellow, it's okay if you're okay, don't say something that you don't have." 」

Yuan Hao heard this familiar sound, the whole person was overjoyed, followed the sound, saw the old man, and said happily: "Grandpa Zhu! you saved me? Hehe, I know that you are strong in martial arts, you are a master in the world, and the entire Fuxian is invincible, how can that Dorje stinky monk be your opponent?"

The old man who repelled Dorje was Zhuyuntang, who was like-minded with Yuan Hao.

Zhu Yuntang laughed and said, "Little guy, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your kung fu has grown a little bit. 」

Yuan Hao endured the pain of his hands, laughed and cried, and said, "That's ...... Of course, I lived in the Holy Sect Demon Cave for five days. Hehe, Grandpa Bamboo, you won't believe who I met in the Demon Cave. 」

Zhuyuntang sighed, as if he was seeing all the growth of his grandson, and asked with a smile, "Who did you meet?"

Yuan Hao laughed again, but his right hand hurt even more, and the laughter gradually sank, turning into a painful moan.

Miss Mozhu on the side didn't seem to be able to stand it, so she stepped forward and sighed, "Grandpa, I remember that we still have the Bone Condensing Pill at home, right?"

Zhu Yuntang's face was even more happy, and he said, "Yes, yes, the old man can forget about the Bone Condensing Pill, or the baby granddaughter is smart! Let's go back and let the little family take the Bone Condensing Pill." As he spoke, his eyes flashed brightly, and he looked into Fuxian Town, and saw the yellow sand rolling in front of the town, as if a few horses were galloping over, and continued: "Hmph! What a group of mercenary wall grass, knowing that the Holy Sect monks are strong in martial arts, and they refuse to come out, and now that they have run away, they are willing to come out, how can you succeed?"

Yuan Hao was stunned, his eyes were bigger than anything else, staring at Miss Mozhu, and then at Zhuyuntang, and asked, "Grandpa, granddaughter, huh?" At the moment, his mind was confused, and he still couldn't figure out the situation.

Miss Mozhu smiled and explained, "Don't think nonsense, your bamboo grandfather is my own grandfather. Hee-hee, I never imagined that there would be such a clever thing in the world. 」

Zhu Yuntang laughed, and immediately picked up Miss Mozhu with one hand and Yuan Hao with the other.

When the crescent moon was over, the three of them became shadows, and soon no one knew where they were. Only the flying loess remains, and the few riders who are late to come.