Seeing the tragic death of the Linggu disciple, Tuchen was also annoyed, clenched his fists and was about to rush forward to fight.

But before he could take a step, he was pulled by Mao Hu on the side: "I've been lazy and lazy for more than a month, and today I also let Grandpa Mao loosen his muscles, you go get me two jars of good wine first, and I'll meet him!"

Lin Wantong was also stunned for a moment when he saw Mao Hu rushing up, and then raised his hand with a sneer.

Mao Hu had a slight smell of alcohol on his body, and he seemed to be shaky, but his fists and feet were surprisingly accurate, and Lin Wantong had already taken more than ten steps back one after another.

Mao Hu became more and more courageous, took off the wine gourd on his waist with his backhand, and raised it in front of him to drink the last sip of wine that was left. Who knew that before the wine could flow out, Lin Wantong in the distance suddenly popped out a black light from his fingertips, shattering the wine gourd in the blink of an eye, and the remaining little wine was sprinkled on Mao Hu's face.

For Mao Hu, wine is the first thing, which can flow into his mouth at the first time, but turns into raindrops at the last moment. He glanced at Lin Wantong angrily, then stretched out his tongue and licked the wine drops next to his lips: "Your grandma's! I haven't seen you for many years, and you're so damaged!" After speaking, a fierce battle broke out again.

Hearing Mao Hu's words, Tuchen was also stunned, and turned his head to look at Mo Erha: "I haven't seen you for many years?" Could it be that Brother Mao and Na Lin Wantong have known each other for a long time?"

Mo Erha also shook his head, and before he could speak, Tao Weng's voice came from behind: "Not only do we know each other, we are still disciples of a master's disciple." Unexpectedly, decades later, it ended up like this. ”

"We?"

Tao Weng's words attracted most of the people to turn their heads to watch, and they all looked at him with suspicion on his face, not knowing what kind of relationship Mao Hu, Lin Wantong and Tao Weng had with the three of them.

Lingzhi also asked: "Old man Tao, do you mean, Mao Hu, Lin Wantong and you, you three are senior brothers in the same sect?"

"That's right. Tao Weng sighed: "When we were young, we worshipped together under the seat of a hermit master and practiced martial arts. That master has no name, no surname, no sect, but he can be called the first in the world. Before leaving, he told me that Mao Hu and Lin Wantong were not right-minded, and I was afraid that we would not do more good deeds in the future, and it would also cause harm to the world, and even cause our three brothers to kill each other. Today, it seems that there is no escape. ”

"What...... What?"

Tuchen was a little confused: "Tao Weng is my master, Mao Hu is called a brother by me, Tao Weng and Mao Hu are senior brothers, this is ...... Isn't this a mess of generations?"

Tao Weng smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's okay, Lin Wantong was quite interested in martial arts back then, and always wanted to pursue the ultimate, while Mao Hu was dissolute by nature, not good for fame and fortune, and his dream since childhood was to travel all over the world and live happily." I was interested in herbal medicine, so we parted ways since Master's feathering. I didn't expect the first reunion to be like this. ”

As he was talking, Mao Hu suddenly fell from the sky, fell heavily in front of several people, coughed a few times while holding his chest, looked at Tao Weng and said: "Old man Tao, if you want to tell the story, can you tell it when you have a meal, if you don't help now, Grandpa Mao will also 'feather ascend to heaven'...... And Tuchen, what about the wine I asked you to prepare!?"

A few people raised their eyes and saw that Lin Wantong was still standing firmly opposite, while Mao Hu was beaten enough, and his face and arms were covered with color.

Tao Weng answered, walked closer and picked up Maohu, and then the two rushed up together.

The three old acquaintances fought together, and they didn't use any spells, but fought together in close combat. With more peach Weng, Lin Wantong was obviously a little unbearable, but he was still able to make a draw.

Mao Hu said as he played: "Lin Wantong, your grandson, you must have practiced evil arts over the years, and now your skills have increased greatly." ”

Lin Wantong sneered: "There is no distinction between good and evil in heaven and earth, the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, and the same is true for martial arts." I was the best kung fu guy back then, and I am now. You're too weak!"

As he spoke, Lin Wantong's speed instantly increased several times, and at the same time, his body technique also became dexterous, and he was powerless to beat Mao Hu and Tao Weng alone.

At the same time, black aura flowed out from Lin Wantong's body, clinging to the ground and flowing towards Mao Hu and Tao Weng. After surrounding them again, the originally slender black qi expanded rapidly like a flood that burst the embankment, drowning the two of them in the blink of an eye.

"Master!"

All the disciples were a little worried, frowning and examining carefully, until the black qi dissipated a little, they found that Mao Hu was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands clasped together, muttering something in his mouth, and at the same time, a golden circular barrier enveloped the two of them, isolating all those black qi to the outside world.

Looking at the two people in the golden barrier, and then at his own disciples who were standing around watching the battle, Lin Wantong roared lightly: "You guys, are you here to watch the play!?"

Hua Niang's white-faced wolf and Lin Yuan immediately reacted when they heard the order, and led many Lin family disciples to fight with Linggu again.

The black fox looked at the white-faced wolf that had come back from the dead, gritted his teeth and gurgled, and conjured a spear and rushed forward again. Mo Peng also went straight to Lin Yuan, his eyes full of murderous anger. The little fox and Mo Erha dealt with the flower girl reasonably. Tuchen and the six elders were still staring at Tao Weng and the others, ready to strike at any time.

Whether it is in terms of number or strength, Liu Mo and the disciples of Linggu dealt with the Lin family's people all the way, and the result was undoubtedly overwhelming. There were already a small number of Lin family disciples who died in less than half an hour, and the rest were abandoned and surrendered.

And Lin Yuan and Mo Peng have no chance of winning alone, without Liu De's secret weapon, Lin Yuan's speed of poisoning is far less than Mo Peng's. In less than a few rounds, when he felt out a row of poison needles and was about to shoot out, Mo Peng's figure flashed and went around the back, grabbed his arm and bent it hard, and a row of needle tips stabbed into his own throat in unison.

Being stabbed by a poisonous needle, Lin Yuan's face suddenly turned blue, trembled and hurriedly looked for the antidote from his arms. found a bunch of large and small bottles and cans, and collapsed to the ground and died before rummaging through them.

On the other side, the white-faced wolf who was resurrected by Lin Wantong with a demon spirit, although there was an extra demon spirit in his body, he was far from being able to defeat the black fox. After a few rounds of fighting, the black fox knocked him to the ground, then raised his palm to concentrate his energy, and slammed a palm into the white-faced wolf's chest. The white-faced wolf was completely shattered before it could even scream, and its bones were gone.

Looking at a pool of red and black powder on the ground, the black fox snorted lightly: "This time, I'll see how you live!"