When the old monk heard Han Shizhong's words, he was happy and angry in his heart, and he was happy that he had received an apprentice with unparalleled love and righteousness when he was about to grow old. And what is angry is that this apprentice is too affectionate, and he is unwilling to escape alone, which wastes a piece of hard work as a master.

The old man in brocade is not weak in martial arts, and with his hard-practiced dragon footwork, he has avoided the old monk's strong Vajra palm several times. Han Shizhong watched his master fail to defeat the enemy in a few moves, and his heart was very anxious. He turned around and broke a maple tree as thick as a bowl behind him, and then broke the branches. In an instant, a stick was in his hand, and Han Shizhong held it in his hand, which was exactly what he was holding. shouted: "Master dodge, wait for the apprentice to go back and forth to this old fellow." With a swing of the stick, it slammed straight into the enemy's door. The old man in brocade had a hard time dealing with the old monk, and he was almost knocked down by the palm force several times, and the old man in brocade was secretly complaining. Han Shizhong's big stick had already hit, and when there was no way to avoid it, he had to use his internal strength in the palm of his hand to block this stick. The old man in brocade thought that his thirty years of internal cultivation was enough to block this stick, but he didn't expect that when his palms touched the wooden stick, he felt a strong pressure down, and his palms were sore, and he actually took three steps back to stand firm. Han Shizhong's stick has the power of a thousand catties. The old monk was unwilling to take advantage of the danger of others, so he withdrew his palms and joined the deterrence. Otherwise, how can the old man in brocade still have his life.

Han Shizhong won with one move, and the big stick was hit by the old man in horizontal brocade clothes. The old man in brocade had no power to fight back, so he had to roll on the ground and roll away, his body was covered with mud, and he looked like a wolf.

The old man in brocade was shocked and angry in his heart. Han Shizhong pressed forward step by step, and he was about to kill the enemy with a stick. Suddenly, the two judges shot straight up, and Han Shizhong didn't care about hurting the enemy, so he had to return to the stick and sweep the two judges' pens down. Just like that, the double hook has been hooked. But it was the Wang brothers who arrived, and the two hooked the main maple stick at the same time, and they wanted to hook the stick hard, but the maple wood was extremely hard, and it was hooked continuously. Han Shizhong shouted, took the stick back, the two of them were not as strong as Han Shizhong, and both dragged the two of them out of two steps, and the double hooks in their hands couldn't hold them, and flew straight into the grass.

At this time, the two brothers who made the judge's pen had already picked up the double pen, and the two of them opened the double pen, approaching Han Shizhong's inner circle and pointing straight to the acupuncture points around his body. Han Shizhong's demon stick method couldn't be used for a while, so he had to use his left palm like the wind to protect the acupuncture points around his body. The old monk rushed over and wanted to help Han Shizhong, but was intercepted by more than a dozen people who caught up behind.

Han Shizhong had a tie with the two who made the judge's pen, but the Wang brothers had recovered the double hook, and the two fought with others, and they never missed the blade. But today he suffered a loss at the hands of Han Shizhong and lost face. was even more annoyed in his heart, the double hooks intersected, and suddenly the double hooks were buckled together like iron chains, and the double hooks grew violently, and the hooks went straight to Han Shizhong. Han Shizhong dealt with double strokes on the one hand, and flew hooks on the other, and was suddenly at a disadvantage.

The old monk was in a hurry, and the wind in his palms was extremely powerful, and everyone was so hit by the palm wind that they didn't dare to approach, so they had to fight in a circle. The old monk knew that if this continued, the disciple's life would be lost, and he could no longer care about the instructions of the abbot when he went down the mountain. shouted: "If you don't stop, the old man will break the killing ring." "Everyone thinks that no matter how capable you are an old monk, you can still break out of the encirclement. At the moment, not only did they not retreat, but they surrounded it more tightly.

The old monk said: "Everyone, you are so obsessed, the old man has no choice but to offend." As soon as the words fell, the palm of his hand turned into a grasp, and he grabbed the blade of everyone. Everyone only said that the old monk had gone crazy and made a fool. They didn't know that there was a peerless school in Shaolin Temple called Dragon Claw Hand. This dragon claw hand practitioner has a double grip as hard as iron, and is invulnerable. Moreover, if someone is caught, he will either be killed or injured. The old man in brocade knew the power of this martial art, and when he saw the old monk use it, he was shocked and shouted: "Be careful, this is Shaolin's dragon claw hand." But it was still a step too late, and the blades of five of them had been broken, the throats of two had been crushed, and the bones of two had been broken. Martial arts are in vain. Screams erupted, and two more people had their spines broken.

The old man in brocade rushed to the rescue, but before he could use a move, his throat had been pinched by five fingers, and he couldn't move. For a while, he was tight, and he was sure to die. Suddenly, the five fingers loosened, and the old man in brocade actually picked up a life. At this time, the old monk's eyes froze. remembered the tragic situation of killing thirty people in a row with dragon claws twenty years ago, also because of his own anger. There was a convulsion in my heart, and it was a great pain. The five fingers are no longer weak.

The old man in brocade saw that he could not miss the opportunity, and the dagger in his sleeve slipped out and plunged straight into the old monk's heart. For fear that he would not die with a knife, he added a palm to his chest. The crowd rushed up, and the corpses were divided in a chaotic manner. The old monk died.

When Han Shizhong saw this sudden change, his mind went blank. He shouted, "Master." "This loss of consciousness has been hit by two hooks on the body, and this hook is very deep into the flesh, and when it is returned, two pieces of flesh and blood come out. Han Shizhong didn't care about the pain, and threw himself on the old monk and cried. Although the old monk spent a short time with him, he could always treat him like his own son. The two have developed a strong relationship with each other during this time. Han Shizhong knew that he would definitely die, and he didn't care about others, he just cried bitterly when he hugged the old monk.

The old man in brocade raised his left palm and said, "Even if you are reluctant, then let's be a companion together on Huangquan Road." The old man fulfills you. "When your hands are up, you have to shoot them.

"Stop. A piercing voice pierced everyone's ears, and everyone was shocked. They all turned around, only to see a carriage on the road, and a man in black sitting on the car, it was the arrogant man who had helped Han Shizhong pay for wine in the tavern in the town before. Sitting in the sedan car is the beautiful woman who is pregnant. That shout came from the mouth of the man in black.

If you want to know what happened, please see the next chapter, Heroic Clouds