Hui Hao hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him up, probed his snort, he was already out of breath, and was busy chanting the Buddha: "My Buddha Shakyamuni, teaching sentient beings, should have no place to live, and give birth to their hearts." I hope that my Buddha will be merciful and able to lead the old man to rebirth in the Western Elysium with great wishing power. ”

He and this old man have been together for less than an hour, and there is no friendship in the past, but he has received more than 70 years of cultivation in his body, and faintly, it seems that this old man is closer to him than anyone else, and it can also be said that part of this old man has become himself, and he can't help but feel sad and cry loudly.

After crying for a while, he knelt on the ground, bowed to the old man's body a few times, and prayed silently: "Senior, I call you Master, that is a last resort, don't take it seriously." You don't have any sense, don't blame me. ”

When the prayer was over, he turned around and got out of the hole in the wall, and with a slight leap, he jumped over the two walls and went outside.

When Hui Hao came out of the wooden house, he couldn't help but be stunned, only to see a large pillar of fire burning in the open field, and pine trees lying all over the place.

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

And he saw all the men outside the house divided into two columns by the pillar of fire. Su Bancheng, an old man in cloth, stood on the right, and Hui Ming and other Shaolin monks, Kang Guangling, Liang Wuhua and other cadres stood behind him.

The hundred-year-old monster stood at the head of the left, and Sun Zhiyi, the iron lord alien, and the disciples of Guanshan and Haiqun stood behind him, and the two sides seemed to be facing each other.

Fang Qingluan, Han Ning'er, Deng Baichuan and other retainers, Lu Qian, Zhu Danchen and other Dali guards, shaking head monks, Lu Guanxi, Chu Erniang, Southern Evil God, etc., stood in the distance sparsely, looking helpless.

Su 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 the upper hand.

Everyone looked at the pillar of fire without squinting, and Hui Hao came out of the house, and no one paid attention. Han Ning'er only cares about her senior brother Fang Qingluan, while 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 Hui Hao.

Hui Hao walked around from behind everyone to the right head, standing on the side of Uncle Huijing, seeing that the pillar of fire was more and more biased towards his side, Su Bancheng looked nervous, his palms couldn't help pushing violently, and even his clothes were full of air, like a sail full of wind.

Ding Mohan talked and laughed freely, waving his sleeves lightly, and seemed to be careless. The voices of his disciples who praised him had already resounded: "Watching the mountains and seas is like a light weight, and the magic is world-famous, and today it is an eye-opener for you." ”

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

"If anyone is not convinced, you might as well come and taste the taste of watching the mountains and seas to teach the gods. ”

"If you're afraid, even if you join forces, then you might as well!"

"Throughout the ages, no one can teach as well as the mountains and seas! Who dares to use his mantis arm as a car, but he will only bring about his own destruction!"

Shaking the head of the monk, Fang Qingluan, Lu Guanxi and the others all thought: If a few of us join forces and besiege Ding Mohan, although the century-old monster is powerful, it will not be able to withstand the combined force of several masters.

However, each of them is self-respecting and unwilling to join hands to attack one person; second, the deaf-mute old man and the hundred-year-old monster are self-harming in the same family, and others do not have to participate; and the third is jealous of each other, for fear that others will take advantage of the situation.

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

Su 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, just like a big python opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue, trying to bite him.

Hui Hao was secretly shocked in his heart: "Su Shizhu is only afraid that he will burn Ding Shizhu to death 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 Guanshanhai hid gongs, drums, cymbals, and suona trumpets in their arms, and then took them out to blow and blow and beat, preaching 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 unprecedented since the beginning of the world. The monk who shook his head laughed and said: "The hundred-year-old monster has such a thick skin, it is really ancient and modern, and no one can match it!"

In the sound of gongs and drums, a disciple who watched the mountains and seas took out a piece of paper and recited it loudly.

This person invited a rotten Confucian to write this song of praise for virtue, but he heard that the high hat and the sycophant flew together, and the conch sounded with gongs and drums, and there were clouds: "Although the longevity of the master is high, Changchun is not old, a thousand years old, a young man, a young man." Those who don't know think that the younger generations are beginners, but when they look at their world-beating skills, they know that they are frogs at the bottom of the well, and they don't know that the immortal posture will always maintain their youth! ”

Don't underestimate these voices of unchiable praise, the internal force of the century-old monster has also contributed a lot. 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 ran out from behind the house, blocking in front of Su Bancheng, it was a deaf and dumb man who carried Hui Ming and others up the mountain, all of whom were Su 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 the skin and flesh of the whole group.

Su Bancheng wanted to wave his palm to push them away, but he was far away, and his palm couldn't reach it. These 20 people stood upright, 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.

Lu Qian shouted: "Don't be so cruel!" stretched out his right hand, and wanted to stab Ding Mohan with the "Fangwai Divine Sword Technique", but he couldn't move the sword, and the abundant internal force of his whole body only turned around in his body, but he couldn't shoot out of his fingers. He was sweating profusely and shouted, "Young Master Fang, you quickly stop it." ”

Fang Qingluan said: "Brother Lu is here, how dare the junior brother get an axe? Brother Lu's Extraterrestrial Divine Sword Technique, try another move!"

Lu Guanxi came late, he didn't see Lu Qian's finger outside the heavens divine sword technique, after hearing Fang Qingluan's words, 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, it made a lot of sense, but there was no internal force at all, and he said in his heart: "What kind of Extraterrestrial Sword Technique, it scared me." It turned out that this kid was bluffing and swaggering. Although it has been passed down from generation to generation, my Lu family has this miraculous skill, but where has anyone practiced it?"

Fang Qingluan saw that Lu Qian didn't make a move, but 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 they fell down one after another, and became similar to black charcoal. In the sound of gongs and drums, the sleeves of Ding Mohan's robe waved, and the pillar of fire rushed towards Su Bancheng again.