Hui Ming followed with his backhand and slapped two palms, and extinguished the phosphorus fire on Fan Bailing and Feng Asan. At that time, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Kang Guangling and others had already jumped up and attacked the disciples of Guanshan and Hai.

Ding Mohan touched his long beard and said, "Shaolin monk, if you really have extraordinary skills, the old man came to receive the lesson today." As he spoke, he stepped forward and slapped his left palm lightly towards Hui Ming.

Hui Ming knew that this old guy was highly poisonous, and he was good at the "Ten Thousand Poisons Dafa", so he didn't dare to be a little negligent, so he suddenly danced with both palms, and immediately hit Ding Mohan with 18 palms in a row, and these eighteen palms came out in a row, the left palm had not yet been retracted, and the right palm had already been struck, fast and incoherent, so that Ding Mohan had no time to use poison.

This Shaolin faction's "fast palm" was really powerful, only forcing Ding Mohan to keep retreating, Hui Ming hit eighteen palms, and Ding Mohan took eighteen steps back. After Hui Ming slapped his eighteen palms, his legs were linked with mandarin ducks, and he kicked out thirty-six legs with great speed, and his legs were fluttering, and he couldn't see whether he kicked out his left leg or his right leg.

Ding Mohan stretched his body and dodged quickly, these thirty-six legs could be avoided, but he heard two pats, and he had already been hit by two punches in the shoulder, and when Hui Ming kicked the last two legs, he punched out at the same time.

Ding Mohan dodged the kick and finally couldn't avoid the punch. Ding Mohan shouted, "It's amazing!" and his body shook twice.

Hui Ming only felt dizzy in his head, and he was in a trance. He knew that something was wrong, Ding Mohan's clothes were fed with poison, and he punched him twice, and he had already been plotted, so he immediately exhaled, the real qi in his body turned, and his left fist hit Ding Mohan again.

Ding Mohan swung his right palm to block his fist, followed by his left palm and slapped it violently. After Hui Ming was poisoned, he couldn't turn around, and it was difficult to dodge, so he had to hold his right palm against it.

At this point, he is already a master of his real strength, and Hui Ming is secretly shocked in his heart: "I must not compare with him with his internal strength!"

But if the internal force is not used in the fist, the opponent's internal force will be shocked, and the viscera will be shattered immediately. This luck, but I feel that the internal force is constantly flying outward, and it can no longer be condensed.

In less than a cup of tea, Ding Mohan laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and with a slap, Hui Ming threw himself on the ground, his whole body collapsed.

Ding Mohan knocked down Hui Ming, looked around, and saw Gongye Qian and Fan Bailing falling to the ground trembling, it was Sun Zhiyi's cold poisonous palm, Deng Baichuan, Liang Wuhua and other Wuzi fought with the disciples, and under the Guanshan and Haimen, there were also seven people killed or injured.

Ding Mohan let out a long laugh, his big sleeves flew, pounced behind Deng Baichuan, slapped him, turned around and kicked the consistent soldier.

Deng Baichuan's right palm was opposite to Ding Mohan, and his chest felt empty when he landed, and when he was about to inhale and concentrate, Ding Mohan slapped it with another palm.

Deng Baichuan was helpless, so he had to greet him with his palm, the palm of his hand was slightly cold, his whole body was soft and weak, and his eyes were full of white mist. A disciple of Guanshan Hai walked over and stretched out his arm to bump it, and Deng Baichuan fell to the ground.

In an instant, the subordinates of the young man in the green shirt, the Shaolin monks led by Hui Ming, Kang Guangling and other eight friends of Hangu, were defeated by Ding Mohan and Sun Zhiyi respectively.

Sun Zhiyi originally only had strong internal strength, and his martial arts were extremely mediocre, but after a few days of Ding Mohan's guidance, he had learned seven or eight palm techniques, although in terms of martial arts, it was still far from ordinary martial artists, but it was already extremely powerful to exert the ice silkworm cold poison accumulated in the body.

Gongye Qian waited for a palm to hit him, and he was hit with a blow, but he was injured by the cold poison in his body, and he added a palm to it, which was even more difficult to resist.

At this time, only Liang Wuhua was left uninjured, he hit several times, and all the disciples of Guanshan and Hai avoided each other with a smile and did not fight back.

Ding Mohan said with a smile: "Liangxian nephew, your martial arts are much higher than your senior brother, amazing!"

Liang Wuhua saw that his fellow disciples fell to the ground one by one, and only he was safe and sound, of course, because of Ding Mohan's mercy.

He sighed and said, "Old thief Ding, your fat monk's external injuries are easy to heal, but internal injuries are difficult to treat, and he can't live for a few days, if you want to force me to treat the disease and save people, that's a hundred illusions!"

Ding Mohan beckoned: "Liangxian nephew, come here!"

Liang Wuhua said: "If you want to kill, you will kill, no matter what you say, I will not listen." ”

Li puppet shouted: "Fifth Brother Liang is righteous and awe-inspiring, you are Su Wu is also, you have stayed in Hu for 19 years, and you will not disgrace the Han Festival." ”

Ding Mohan smiled slightly, walked three steps in front of Liang Wuhua and stood still, his left palm rested lightly on his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Liangxian nephew, how many years have you been practicing martial arts?"

Liang Wuhua said: "Forty-five years. ”

Ding Mo said coldly: "The work of the past forty-five years of cold and summer is not easy. I heard that you have exchanged martial arts with people with medical skills, and you have really learned a lot of exquisite moves from various factions, haven't you?"

Liang Wuhua said: "I learned these moves, and I originally wanted to kill you, but ...... But no matter what subtle moves you make, it will be completely useless when you encounter your evil arts...... Alas!" he said, shaking his head and sighing.

Ding Mohan said: "No! Although the internal force is the foundation, the tricks are the branches and leaves, if the root is solid, the branches and leaves are self-flourishing, but the tricks are not useless."

If you are invested in my door, I can pass on your unparalleled exquisite internal strength, and then you will crisscross the Central Plains, as easy as a hand. ”

Liang Wuhua said angrily: "I have my own master, if you want me to throw Liang Wuhua into your door, I still hit my head and die." ”

Ding Mohan smiled and said: "If you really want to die headlong, you have to have strength." If your internal strength is ruined, it will be difficult to take a single step, and what else can you say about crashing to death? Forty-five years of hard work, hehe, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Liang Wuhua heard the sweat on his forehead, but he felt that the palm of his hand on his shoulder was slightly hot, obviously he only needed to move his mind slightly, and the Ten Thousand Poisons Dafa Envoy would come out, and his forty-five years of diligent cultivation and hard work would immediately come to naught.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said: "You can ruthlessly hurt your master and senior brother, and then kill the eight of us, what is the point? My forty-five years of hard work have been ruined, of course, it is a pity, but my life is gone, what kind of hard work can you talk about?"

The consistent scholar cheered: "These words have backbone, how can there be such a heroic figure under the gate of the mountains and seas?"

Ding Mohan said: "Liangxian nephew, I won't kill you for the time being, I only ask you eight words:

"Do you want to heal that fat monk?" The first sentence you answered that you didn't heal, and I killed your senior brother Kang Guangling.

In the second sentence, if you answer that you don't have a doctor, I will kill your second senior brother Fan Bailing again.

Where did your flower-growing sister hide? I can find her after all. In the sixth sentence, if you answer that you don't have a doctor, I'll kill your beautiful sister.

The seventh sentence is to kill your eighth junior brother Li puppet.

When I ask you in the eighth sentence, and you still answer that you don't heal, then what do you think about me?"

Liang Wuhua heard him say such a cruel method, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "At that time, it won't be a big deal if you kill me again, anyway, the eight of us will die together." ”