Ding Mohan was taken aback, his affordable little monk's internal strength and Jiang Bancheng's palm wind may not be able to defeat him, but when he was already winning, he was relaxed and complacent, and when he was completely unguarded, he was suddenly counterattacked, and he couldn't help but be at a loss.

At the same time, he noticed that the internal force contained in the other party's palm was mature and spicy, far above the senior brother Jiang Bancheng, and it was obviously the kung fu of his own sect, could it be that the master who killed him suddenly appeared?

When he thought of this, his heart was flustered, and his internal strength could not be condensed, and the pillar of fire rolled up on him, and he was powerless to push it back, and his clothes and beard were all on fire.

In the shout of the group of disciples, "The hundred-year-old monster is not good", Ding Mohan shouted anxiously: "Minglong apprentice, when will you wait if you don't make a move?"

Li Minglong immediately waved his palm and pushed towards the pillar of fire. Only a sneering sound was heard, and the pillar of fire met the strange cold breath in his palm, and in an instant the flame was extinguished, and even the green smoke disappeared very quickly, and there were only a few sections of charred pine wood left in the ground.

Ding Mohan's eyebrows were scorched, his clothes were also burned to tatters, and he was extremely embarrassed, he was still afraid of the master's ghost appearing in his heart, so he didn't dare to do anything here, and shouted: "Let's go!"

The disciples of the Suwen faction fled with their lives, gongs, drums and horns, and lost a place, and the article "Praise to the century-old monster to praise the Central Plains" did not finish reading, but it had already burned a large part of the fire, flying in the wind, as if laughing at the century-old monster for "exalting the Central Plains" so much.

I only heard a scream of "ah" in the distance, and a disciple of the Suwen Sect flew in the air, fell down, and did not move. Everyone looked at each other, expecting that the hundred-year-old monster would be defeated, and the old man was ashamed and angry, and he didn't know which apprentice comforted him, slapped the horse's ass on the horse's feet, and gave him a slap to death.

Huikong, Lu Changfa, Yelu Toutuo and others all thought that the deaf and dumb old man Jiang Bancheng had used a bitter plan to lure the enemy, so that Ding Mohan spent his efforts to burn a group of deaf and dumb men, and then gave him a shocking blow, so that he couldn't parry and left.

The wisdom and martial arts of the deaf and dumb old man, the rivers and lakes have always been famous, he and the hundred-year-old monster began a vicious fight, only to hit the diameter of the big pine tree one by one, everyone saw the thrill, he finally performed his magic skills, the hundred-year-old monster was driven away, no one thought it was strange.

Hui Kong said: "Mr. Jiang's divine skills are profound, and he drove this old monster away, expecting that he would lose his soul after this vicious fight, and he would never dare to set foot in the Central Plains again." Mr. benefits the martial arts, which is not shallow. ”

Jiang Bancheng saw at a glance that the little monk Huihao was wearing the master's gemstone ring on his finger, Fang knew what was going on, his heart was sad and happy, seeing that the disciples of the group had died eight or nine out of ten, and the remaining one or two percent had been seriously injured and difficult to recover, he was very sad, and he was even more concerned about the safety of the master, and said a few perfunctory words to Huikong, the young man in the green shirt, etc., then took the hand of the little monk Huihao, and said, "Little master, please come in with me." ”

The little monk looked at Huikong and waited for him to show him. Hui Kong said: "Senior Jiang is a martial arts master, if you have any orders, you will obey all orders." ”

The little monk Huihao replied: "Yes!" followed Jiang Bancheng into the wooden house from the hole. Jiang Bancheng casually moved a wooden plank to block the hole.

Everyone is a well-informed person in the rivers and lakes, and they all know that he does not want others to go in and snoop, and no one will meddle in things.

The only one who is not "well-informed" is only one Lu Qian. But he was already engrossed in Wang Yuyan at this time, and he didn't even know that Jiang Bancheng and the little monk Huihao had entered the house, so how could he be in the mood to pay attention to other things?

Jiang Bancheng and the little monk Huihao entered the house hand in hand, and passed through the two walls, only to see the old man lying on the ground, stretching out his hand to probe, and he had already passed away.

He had already expected this, but he still couldn't help but feel sad, knelt down and kowtowed a few times, and cried: "Master, Master, you finally left your disciple!"

The little monk Huihao thought to himself: "This old man is really the master of Jiang's predecessors. ”

Jiang Bancheng put away his tears and stood up, helped up the master's body, leaned on the wall and sat upright, followed by the little monk Huihao, and let him also sit against the wall, side by side with the old man's body.

The little monk muttered in his heart: "He asked me to sit in a row with the old gentleman's corpse, but what did he do......?" Don't...... Do you want me to die with his master?" I couldn't help but feel a chill on my body, and I wanted to stand up, but I didn't dare.

Jiang Bancheng straightened his burned clothes, suddenly knelt down to the little monk Huihao, kowtowed, and said, "Jiang Bancheng, an unworthy disciple of the Allure Sect, meet the new head of this sect." ”

This time he was only frightened that the little monk Huihao was at a loss, and he only said in his heart: "This person is really crazy! This person is really crazy!" Hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed and saluted, and said: "The old man can kill the little monk by giving this big gift." ”

Jiang Bancheng said: "Senior brother, you are my master's closed disciple, and you are the head of this sect. Although I am a senior brother, I still have to kowtow to you!"

The little monk said, "This ...... At this time, this ...... realized that Jiang Bancheng was not crazy, but only he was not crazy, and his situation was even more embarrassing, and he only complained bitterly in his stomach.

Jiang Bancheng said: "Senior brother, you saved my life, and the master's wish was fulfilled by you, and it is also appropriate to accept these kowtows from me." Master told you to worship him as a teacher, and told you to kowtow nine times, did you kowtow?"

The little monk Huihao said: "The head was knocked over, but I didn't know it was an apprentice at the time." I am a disciple of the Shaolin sect, and I cannot change to another sect. ”

Jiang Bancheng said: "Of course Master has thought of this, his old man must have turned away your original martial arts, and then passed on your own kung fu." Master has passed on all his life's skills to you, hasn't he?"

The little monk had no choice but to nod and say, "Yes." Jiang Bancheng said: "This gem ring marked by the head of this sect was removed from his hand by the master and put on your hand, isn't it?"

The little monk said, "Yes......! But I really don't know what the mark of the head is. ”

Jiang Bancheng sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Senior brother, you are extremely blessed.

Ding Mohan and I thought about this gem ring, and after thinking about it for decades, we never got it, but within an hour, you were favored by the master. ”

The little monk hurriedly took off the ring and handed it over, and said, "The predecessor took it, this ring, the little monk is useless." ”

Jiang Bancheng didn't answer, his face sank, and said: "Senior brother, you were entrusted by the master when he was dying, how can you shirk your responsibility? Master handed over the ring to you to ask you to get rid of Ding Mohan, isn't it?"

The little monk said: "Exactly." But the little monk's deeds are shallow, how can he take on such a heavy responsibility?"

Jiang Bancheng sighed, put the gem ring back on the finger of the little monk Huihao, and said, "Senior brother, you don't know much about the middle reason, I will tell you briefly." This faction is called the Allure faction, and it has always been the rule that the head of the sect is not necessarily the eldest disciple, and whoever has the strongest martial arts among the disciples will be the head. ”

The little monk said: "Yes, yes, but the little monk's martial arts are extremely poor." ”

Jiang Bancheng ignored him and said, "Our master has a total of three people in the same sect, and the master is the second, but his martial arts are stronger than our master, so he is the head." ”

"Later, the master accepted me and Ding Mohan two disciples, the master set the rules, he learned a lot of things, who wants to be the head, all kinds of skills have to be tested, not only martial arts, but also piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Ding Mohan didn't know anything about all kinds of miscellaneous studies, and seeing that the head of the house was hopeless, he suddenly plotted to knock the master into the deep valley and seriously injured me. ”。

The little monk Huihao had heard him say some reasons in Xue Muhua's cellar, but he didn't expect that this matter would be put on his head, so he only secretly complained in his heart, and said casually: "Master Ding didn't kill you at that time. ”

Jiang Bancheng said: "Don't think that he still has a thought of benevolence and left my life."