My Buddha is merciful! Amitabha" The old monk sighed, closed his eyes, put his palms together, and said in a low voice, "Sin, sin!"

Worry-free glanced at him, stepped forward, and turned to the blue-clothed elder and sneered: "Deputy Gang Leader Mu of the Beggar Gang is finally willing to show his face? Although the contents are not worth a few dollars, you beggars can't be allowed to bully me into the head of the West Chamber! Otherwise, I won't be serving more than just a few needles!"

The old man in blue didn't say much, his palms had already been secretly working on his luck, and at this time he had already raised more than eighty percent of his skills, he knew that to deal with a master like Mo Tianxin, he must start first, most like what the book of war said, "Take advantage of people's time, from the way of danger, attack what they don't quit", and suddenly saw him split his palms into the air, the palm wind roared, "shhh

Mo Tianxin, the master of the Sanssouci Palace, was not the first to set foot in the rivers and lakes, so he was naturally on guard, as soon as he made a mistake and went back a few feet, the palm power broke outside her, and there was a loud bang, the sand and stones were empty, and Yun Xiaoxiao's heart jumped to his throat in an instant, thinking: "It's so dangerous!"

Worry-free followed by another "night bird into the forest", swept across, only to hear the wind in the clothes, a stream of light star shower with the sleeve whistling down, just facing the left and right sides of the blue-clothed elderly, full of covers. When the blue-clothed elder heard the alarm, he hurriedly pulled out the matching sword from his waist, waved it back and forth, and quickly tossed and turned.

The blue-clothed elder breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, stared at him without worry, and immediately lifted his breath and condensed, not daring to be careless at all, ready to wait for changes, and wait for another palm.

"Villain, sneak attack the palace, look for death!" "Worry-free brushed the sideburns in front of his forehead, but he was thinking in his heart: Mu Yutian, the deputy leader of the beggar gang, is by no means an idle person, the old bald donkey who came with him is full of face, steady pace, and he is not an ordinary person, if these two join forces, he will definitely not be able to gain the upper hand, but he feels that Mu Yutian is really hateful, if he stops, he is really unwilling.

When he was hesitating, he raised his eyes and saw that the old monk was still talking alone with his eyes closed, as if he was somewhere else, indifferent to external affairs, so he was sideways, but he wanted to fight quickly, not to hold that palm ruthlessly, and he must know that the surname Mu knew that the frame of my Sanssouci Palace Lord was not made to scare those nameless children. After making up his mind, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he glanced at Mu Yutian.

Mu didn't know the depths and was in doubt. Worry-free took a deep breath, quickly shook out two clusters of silver needles from his sleeve, jumped in the air, said that it was too late, and when he saw that his body was folded in the air, two clusters of silver needles came out of his hand, pointing directly at the key points around Mu Yutian's body, Mu hurriedly shook his sword and waved it quickly, Qinghezi They only had to avoid being dumbfounded, this West Pavilion Thousand Hands Silver Needle was powerful, he had tasted enough.

In this gap, Wuwu has jumped to the left not far away, at this time, the cloud is even more atmospheric and does not dare to make a sound, and even covers his mouth and nose with both hands, because Wuwu's foothold is only a few meters away from him, his heart is even more pounding, to say that Qinghezi They are not good people, but this woman is not a good citizen, and the shot is also quite vicious. Even if she didn't say anything else, if the man in blue struck her again, she could easily retreat, but wouldn't she have to be wiped out in that flying sand and stones? The more Yun thought about it, the more scared she became, and when she arrived in the palace of Hades, Lord Hades asked how she died, and she still couldn't answer that she had died unjustly?

Fortunately, this woman was bent on fighting, and she didn't notice the clouds, but when she saw that her arm was gently swinging back and forth, the posture was like fiddling with a scurrying snake, and the other arm was hanging down, and her slender fingertips instantly condensed a powerful air current, and the air flow merged together as if it was about to become a ball.

It turned out that Wu Wu had long expected that those silver needles would not be able to help Mu Yutian after all, but he just used them to delay a little time and buy time for his next luck. But Wuwu knew that it was extremely dangerous to do this, to gather so much internal force in such a short period of time, it would hurt the true qi, if it was a little different, it was easy to go crazy, you know, at this juncture, any wind and grass was enough to make her mind messy, but she still decided to give it a go, all eyes were focused on Mu Yutian and the master of Sanssouci Palace, no one noticed the bamboo basket not far from the corner, and no one noticed that there was a person under the bamboo basket.

Mu Yutian knew that there was fraud in it, but he had to comply, Mo Tianxin was a well-known poisonous lady, and she didn't know what poison she had dipped in this silver needle, she dared to be sloppy, she only hated that she was raised by a group of wastes watching dramas, and she only met a monk who could recite scriptures.

Yun didn't dare to think about it anymore, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he would die unjustly, and when he was depressed, he didn't want to swing his ankle and knocked down the bamboo pole that was leaning against the wall next to him.

Before the clouds could react, the "Boom Boom" fell side by side, impartially just smashed on Worry-free's body, the bamboo pole was not heavy, and it was not enough to say what it would be like to change to usual, but at this time, her Worry-Free Palace Master was concentrating on one-handed luck, and was panicked by this sudden change, and immediately burst into breath, her chest was like a fire, and beads of sweat flowed down from her sideburns.

Wuwu endured the pain, and at this time, she finally found the cloud, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and her phoenix eyes widened, "You hateful boy!"

Yun realized that he had created a disaster, hurriedly stood up, and suddenly opened the bamboo basket, probably squatting for a long time, his feet were not very obedient, just ran a few steps, and fell to the ground, in a panic, he simply rolled on the ground, and rolled behind the big water tank, and before he could stand up, how could the master of the Sanssouci Palace do it, and he couldn't break the unlucky rabbit cub into thousands of pieces, and he slashed at the water tank with a palm.

Although this palm is not full of strength, it is enough to open the stele and crack the stone, only to feel the surrounding air flow gathering rapidly, and in an instant, the dust and smoke suddenly rise, the heaven and the earth tremble, and there is a buzzing sound in all directions. The beggars were all panicked and stupid, Yun Xiaoxiao was scared, his legs and feet trembled, thinking that he would not escape death, but he just clung to the water tank and refused to let go.

The condensed air flow burst open in an instant, rushing towards Yun Xiaoxiao. Yun immediately closed his eyes, and everyone expected that this hairy boy would be full of flesh and blood, and his bones would be inadequate, so he was so timid that he turned his head one after another, for fear that the bloody scene would frighten him again. The bearded man and the others widened their eyes, wanting to see what kind of lethality this evil woman's gloomy soul destroying palm had, but Mu Yutian looked indifferent, and snorted lightly, he was about to take advantage of Mo Tian's chaotic mind to kill her again, and suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his back, only to realize that he accidentally pierced a silver needle when he turned over just now.

The needle is small, although it failed to hurt the vital point, but the huge poison dipped in the needle has a tendency to expand in the body, Mu couldn't help frowning, and his clenched fist loosened again. Turning his head to look at the old monk, he saw that the monk was still closing his eyes and recuperating, muttering alone, although he had some hatred in his heart, his face was still expressionless.

Said that it was too late, it was fast, only to see the air flow agitated, suddenly like a wild wave rushing to roll, boom, startled the water in the tank splashed up to the sky, sprinkled in the air, and fell rapidly, if the first melt broke snow, blooming lotus, rainstorm like a rainstorm.

The people were stunned—after the storm, they still saw a complete man standing at the other end of the tank, and the big tank, which did not damage anything except the water that had been splashed out, and the storm did not seem to be as hideous as people had foreseen at first, and after the storm came, it was like the first day after the rain, and he and it were both standing so intact after the wind and rain, and the cloud's hand was still firmly clasped on the edge of the tank.

Speaking of the surprised crowd, we have to mention three people.

One is Yun Xiaoxiao. He was also stunned, only knowing that he had already had the mentality of dying, and he had not come back to his senses at this time. It is true that since he was a child, he has never seen so many people gathered together, nor has he ever seen a real duel between real masters and death, but this time, what he participated in was almost his own funeral.

The second is Mu Yutian, who seemed to have lost his former calm in an instant, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't close it for a long time. He has learned a thing or two of Mo Tianxin's skills, the palm power just now is clearly so fast, if there is no decades of internal strength cultivation, it is impossible to have such concentration, it is himself, the deputy elder of the beggar gang, since he practiced martial arts at the age of eighteen, he does not dodge or dodge in such a scene, and he does not dare to guarantee that he can be uninjured if he fights with internal strength alone. Mu froze and looked at this unfamiliar, young face carefully, he couldn't guess the origin of this person, but he could be sure of one thing: this ragged young man would definitely not be a disciple of the Beggar Gang, so why did he disguise himself as a beggar, and why did he appear here, with such ability, and who could he behold...... There are too many questions that Mu Yutian is puzzled, he always doesn't want to believe that a person who knows this can have such a deep internal strength at such a young age, could it be that he has been under the guidance of a master since he beat his mother's womb, and he has been practicing internal strength and mental method?

The other is Mo Tianxin, the master of Sanssouci Palace, on the one hand, she has the same doubts as Mu Yutian, she clearly feels that there is a powerful force behind this water tank to fight against her internal force, and the two forces are fighting, there is no reason why this water tank will survive, on the other hand, when she raised her eyes again to look at this bastard who was killed halfway, through the dirt and mud on his face, she actually felt a little familiar, sword eyebrows, star eyes, The thin lips, especially the eyes that are distinct, although there is still a hint of panic, but there is a clear and clear water, as if he is familiar, who is he?