At this time, Chen Xiao and the King of Jinlun had stopped fighting, and everyone turned back and looked at the Fire Pillar without looking at it. The Fire Pillar was increasingly tilted to the right, and Su Xinghe's clothes were full of energy, just like a sail that was driving down the wind, and he couldn't hold back his palms and pushed forward.

Ding Chunqiu was chatting and laughing calmly, and his sleeves were waving, as if he was careless. The praise of his disciples had already sounded: "The old immortal Xingsu was as light as he was, and his magical power was superb. Today, I will open your eyes." "My master is trying to teach others a lesson, so he slowly urged his magical power, otherwise he would have killed the old man named Su in one fell swoop." "Whoever is not convinced, I might as well come and taste the magical power of Xingsu Laoxian one by one." "You are timid, even if you join forces, that's okay!" "Ancestors have never been able to match the old immortal Xingsu! Who dares to be a mantis chariot, but just kills himself."

Although Huang Yaoshi, Murong Fu and others saw that Su Xinghe was in a bad situation, Ding Chunqiu had more foreign aids. Now Ding Chunqiu has the upper hand, and they still have their own identities and may not be willing to take action. However, once Huang Yaoshi, Murong Fu and others work to help, there will be a melee. Furthermore, the deaf and mute old man and the old monster Xingsu are both self-harm, and others do not need to participate. Therefore, although the disciples of the Xingsu Sect have praised the master to heaven, Huang Yaoshi and others only smiled slightly and ignored it.

Suddenly, the pillar of fire spitted forward and rolled on Su Xinghe's body. A burning smell came over, burning his long beard clean. Su Xinghe tried his best to resist and pushed the pillar of fire away, but the flame was only two feet away from his body. He continued to stretch and tremble, and it was like a big python opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, trying to bite him.

Ding Chunqiu laughed and said, "Junior brother, you can't learn the martial arts of Wuyazi. Why not do this? Where did you hide Wuyazi's martial arts? Tell me, I won't make things difficult for you, how about it?"

Su Xinghe tried his best to resist and said angrily: "Fuck, even if I die, you can't imagine getting any martial arts from your master!"

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said in a dark smile: "Is that so? But my good junior brother, sometimes it's more painful to live than to die."

As he said, the pillar of fire burned towards Su Xinghe again.

Suddenly, I heard two sounds of Tongtong, followed by two sounds of gongs and drums. It turned out that there were gongs, drums, cymbals and suona trumpets hidden in the arms of the disciples of Xingsu Sect. At this time, I took them out to blow and beat them, promoting the master's majesty. Some people even waved the green flag, yellow flag, red flag, and purple flag, and shouted loudly.

The two of them competed for their internal skills in the martial arts world, but someone was there to cheer with gongs and drums. This was a strange thing that had never happened since the creation of the world. Jiumozhi laughed and said

He said: "These apprentices of Ding Chunqiu are really interesting, unprecedented and no one comes afterwards!"

Amid the sound of gongs and drums, a disciple of Xingsu took out a piece of paper and recited it loudly. The four and six pieces of the six pieces were written, but it was a "Praise for the old immortals in Xingsu to show their power in the Central Plains". I don't know which corrupt scholar this person invited to write this song of praise, but I heard the high hat and flattery flying together, and the gongs and drums sounded together.

Don’t underestimate these shameless praises. The internal strength of the old monster Xingsu is indeed very effective in fueling the fire. The pillar of fire became stronger among the gongs and drums and praises, and pushed forward half a foot.

Seeing that Su Xinghe was about to have a disaster, everyone was deeply anxious. Suddenly, a shocking explosion came from the three wooden houses where Chen Xiao had entered. A sound rang throughout the valley. Only the voice said, "Ding Chunqiu, you evil disciple, didn't expect that I was not dead yet, did you?"

While speaking, a figure about ten feet high rushed forward like lightning and headed towards Ding Chunqiu with one palm!

The figure was about seven or eight feet away from Ding Chunqiu, but when the palm was slapped, the palm wind was howling, and the overwhelming palm force pressed forward. The fire pillar where Ding Chunqiu and Su Xinghe competed for internal strength was actually extinguished by the palm force with a "huh". The power of this palm can be seen!

When Ding Chunqiu heard this sound, he was instantly frightened and screamed: "This... this is impossible, why are you not dead yet!" As he said that, he didn't care about continuing to compete with Su Xinghe for internal strength. With the sound of gongs and drums of the disciples, he turned his head and ran away.

The figure slapped Ding Chunqiu with a palm, and then stood in the scene. Only then did everyone see clearly that it was the little monk Xu Zhu, with an extremely handsome old man riding on his neck.

The old man naturally became Wuyazi.

It turned out that Wuyazi originally planned to use his lifelong skills to create a young master to kill Ding Chunqiu, but Chen Xiao said it clearly. Since Duan Yanqing has reached such a field, why can't he Wuyazi?

Even if the image is a little worse then, it will be better than becoming a skinny old man who has lost his skills.

So he didn't give Xu Zhu the skills in the wooden house, but he picked some simple and easy-to-remember kung fu, including the Beiming Divine Arts, Tianshan Six Yang Palm, and taught Xu Zhu the skills, but he left his skills behind.

After Xu Zhu finished remembering those martial arts, Wu Yazi immediately used Xu Zhu as his leg and killed him.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu ran away like a stray dog. Wuyazi sat on Xuzhu's shoulder and shouted: "Chasing!" Xuzhu had Wuyazi's skill delivery. When he ran, he was windy. He was almost five or six feet away from Ding Chunqiu in a moment. Wuyazi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right palm condensed his skills, and another "huh" palm!

"Help! Help!" Ding Chunqiu was not afraid of this life, but he hated and feared this master. Before, he tried his best to find an opportunity to attack in order to please Li Qiushui, so he seriously injured Wuyazi. However, this kind of killing the master was no longer the case. Now that he saw Wuyazi again, he did not have the courage to fight back, and immediately shouted for help.

But after all, Wuyazi's palm power was extremely fast. Ding Chunqiu only screamed twice, and his back was already in the palm. With a "ah" sound, it turned into a rolling gourd. There was no trace of the demeanor of being a master, and he was in panic like a stray dog.

Seeing that he didn't take action again, Ding Chunqiu must die. Baishu Taoist, Jiumozhi and others snatched him up one after another. Baishu Taoist's martial arts are the highest. Xuanming's palm power is concentrated in the palm of his right palm, aiming at Wuyazi's back in the air and hits it out with a palm.

At the same time, Jiumozhi's flame sword was also opened.

Duan Yanqing wanted to help, but at this time, he saw Wuyazi's legs hanging on Xu Zhu's chest, and his lower body was obviously paralyzed. He was sick and just like the King of Jinlun, so he just did it.
Chapter completed!