As soon as the little monk Huihao came out of the wooden house, he couldn't help but be stunned, only to see a big pillar of fire burning in the open field, and there were pine trees lying all over the place.

He didn't seem to have been in the cabin for a long time, but there was already a lot of commotion outside, and he thought that the pine trees had been knocked down when he was in a daze, so he didn't hear anything in the house.

And he saw all the people outside the house holding the pillars of fire in their arms, and they were divided into two columns. The deaf and dumb old man Jiang Bancheng stood on the right, and Huikong and other Shaolin monks, Kang Guangling, Xue Muhua and other cadres stood behind him.

The hundred-year-old monster stood on the left, and Li Minglong and the Suwen sect disciples stood behind him. The boy in the green shirt, Han Ning'er, Lu Qian, Yelu Toutuo, Lu Changfa, and the South China Sea God stood sparsely in the distance.

Jiang Bancheng and Ding Mohan were urging their palms to push the pillar of fire towards each other. Seeing that the pillar of fire was tilting to the right, it was obvious that Ding Mohan had gained the upper hand.

Everyone looked at the pillar of fire without squinting, and no one paid attention to the little monk Huihao when he came out of the house.

Of course, Han Ning'er only cares about the young man in the green shirt, and Lu Qian only cares about Han Ning'er, although these two people are not looking at the pillar of fire, they will never come to see the little monk Huihao.

The little monk Huihao walked around from behind everyone to the right, standing on the side of Uncle Huijing, only to see that the pillar of fire was getting more and more to the right, and Jiang Bancheng's clothes were full of breath, like a sail sailing downwind, and his palms couldn't help but push forward.

Ding Mohan talked and laughed freely, waving his sleeves lightly, and seemed to be careless. The voices of his disciples have already resounded: "The hundred-year-old monster is as light as a weight, and his magic skills are world-famous, and today he will teach you to open your eyes." ”

"My master intends to teach others a lesson, so he slowly urges the magic skills, otherwise he would have killed this old man surnamed Jiang in one fell swoop. ”

"If anyone is not convinced, you might as well come and taste the taste of the century-old monster magic one by one. "You are cowardly, even if you join forces, then you might as well!" "Throughout the ages, no one can compare with a century-old monster! ”

Yelu Toutuo, the young man in the green shirt, Lu Changfa and others all thought in their hearts, if a few of us joined forces at this time and besieged Ding Mohan, although the century-old monster was powerful, it would not be able to withstand the combined force of several masters.

However, each of them is self-respecting and will never join forces to attack one person; second, the deaf-mute old man and the hundred-year-old monster are self-harming together, and others do not have to participate; and the third is that they are jealous of each other, for fear that others will take advantage of the situation.

Suddenly, the pillar of fire spat forward sharply and swept into Jiang Bancheng's body, and a scorching stench passed, burning his long beard clean.

Jiang Bancheng resisted with all his might, and pushed the pillar of fire away, but the flames were no more than two feet away from his body, and he couldn't help stretching and trembling, like a big python opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue, about to bite him. The little monk Huihao was secretly shocked in his heart: "Master Jiang is only afraid that he will be burned to death by Master Ding in the blink of an eye, so how is it good?"

Suddenly I heard two bangs of boring and boring, followed by two knocks, the sound of gongs and drums struck, it turned out that the disciples of the Suwen sect hid gongs, drums, cymbals, and suona trumpets in their arms, and then took them out to blow and blow and beat to promote the majesty of the master, and some people waved the green flag, yellow flag, red flag, and purple flag, and shouted loudly.

In the martial arts, the two of them competed in internal strength, and there were actually people cheering with gongs and drums, which was really unprecedented since the beginning of the world. Yelu Toutuo laughed and said, "The hundred-year-old monster is so thick-skinned, it is really unprecedented!"

In the sound of gongs and drums, a Su Wen disciple took out a piece of paper and read it aloud.

I don't know which rotten Confucian this person invited to write this song of praise for virtue, but I heard the top hat and the sycophant flying together, and the conch gong and drum sounded together.

Don't underestimate these voices of shameful praise, the internal force of the century-old monster does have a great role in fueling the fire. Amid the sound of gongs, drums and praises, the pillar of fire grew stronger and advanced another half a foot.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and more than 20 men rushed out from behind the house, blocking in front of Jiang Bancheng, it was the deaf and dumb man who carried Huikong and others up the mountain, all of whom were Jiang Bancheng's doormen.

Ding Mohan urged with his palm, and the pillar of fire burned to the more than 20 people, and there was a sneering sound, burning this dry person to charred flesh.

Jiang Bancheng wanted to wave his palm to push them away, but he was far away and his palm couldn't reach it. These more than 20 people stood straight, their whole bodies on fire, but they never moved, just because they couldn't speak, which was even more tragic.

At this time, everyone in the audience was moved, and even Han Ning'er and Lu Qian's eyes turned around. The raging flames of the pillar of fire enveloped more than 20 deaf and dumb men.

Lu Qian shouted: "Don't be so cruel!" stretched out his right hand and wanted to stab Ding Mohan with the "golden dart" on his waist, but he was unlucky, and the abundant internal force of his whole body only turned around in his body, but he couldn't shoot out of his hand. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and shouted, "Young man in green shirts, you hurry up and stop it." ”

The young man in the green shirt said: "Brother Lu is here, how dare the younger brother get an axe? Brother Lu's golden dart is unknown to everyone in the world, so it is better to try another trick!"

Lu Changfa came late, he didn't see Lu Qian's dart technique, and when he heard the words of the young man in the green shirt, he couldn't help but be shocked, and squinted at Lu Qian, to see if he really knew this magic skill, but seeing that the fingers of his right hand were scratching a little bit, it made a lot of sense, but the internal force was not at all, and he said in his heart: "What a golden dart, it scared me." It turned out that this kid was bluffing and swaggering. Although it has been passed down from generation to generation, I have the miraculous skill of a golden dart with a hundred shots, but where has anyone ever practiced it?"

Seeing that Lu Qian didn't make a move, the young man in the green shirt only said that he intended to do so, so he stood aside at the moment and watched the changes.

After a while, more than 20 deaf and dumb men had died under the fire pillar, and the rest of the small half had also been seriously injured and fell down one after another. In the sound of gongs and drums, Ding Mohan's robe sleeves waved twice, and the pillar of fire rushed towards Jiang Bancheng again.

Xue Muhua shouted, "Hugh hurts my master!" and jumped to block the pillar of fire. Jiang Bancheng pushed him away with a wave of his palm, and said, "It's useless to die!" With his left hand, he condensed the remaining strength and struck towards the pillar of fire.

At this time, his internal strength was almost exhausted, and this palm only blocked the pillar of fire for the time being, only to feel that his whole body was hot, and his eyes were full of red, and they were full of flames.

At this time, the true qi in the body was about to run out of oil, and he thought that Ding Mohan would definitely break through after killing him, and the master would pretend to be dead for thirty years, and after all, he would still be unable to escape the poisonous hands. He was tormented by the pillar of fire, and his heart was even more sad.

The little monk Huihao saw that Jiang Bancheng's situation was extremely dangerous, but he had been standing on the spot and refused to take half a step back. He couldn't look at it anymore, so he rushed forward, grabbed him by the heart, and shouted, "It's useless to die, get out of the way!"

At this moment, Jiang Bancheng just waved his palm and pushed out. The strength of his palm is already extremely weak, he didn't want to have any effect, he just fought to the end, and he refused to be killed, who knew that there was suddenly a strong internal force behind the vest, and the number of families was exactly the same as his, this palm was launched, and the force was not known how many times stronger.

I only heard a loud sound, and the pillar of fire rolled upside down and burned straight to Ding Mohan's body, and even the disciples of Su Wen were involved in the pillar of fire.

In an instant, the sound of gongs and drums clanged, noisy, cymbals and horns, rolling everywhere, "Suwen faction is powerful in the Central Plains, my teacher is invincible in the world" The eulogy is mixed with "Ouch, my mother!" "It's so good, it's important for the Suwen faction to flee!"

"Suwen faction can bend and stretch, next time I will come to the Central Plains to win".