"I didn't expect that this old Xingxiu sect would be such a shameless person. This Xingxiu sect is far away in the west. Not to mention how good its skills are, but its flattering skills and shameless skills can be said to be beyond any sect. It can be said to be unprecedented. No one will come after you!”
Jiumozhi heard this compliment that seemed to boast that Ding Chunqiu was even more powerful than Bodhidharma. He was startled for a moment, and then he admired Ding Chunqiu's dignity in his heart. He didn't expect that Ding Chunqiu had a great reputation and was considered a master of the sect. , the door is full of such carefree people.
Jiumozhi couldn't help but look at Ding Chunqiu's disciples, and saw that all these people held their heads high and their faces were radiant, without the slightest hint of shame. This made Jiumozhi's admiration for Ding Chunqiu even greater. point.
"This Xingxu Sect is really extraordinary!" Jiumozhi sighed inwardly, and suddenly there was an angry sound in his ears.
"Ding Chunqiu, you traitor who deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors is finally here. Okay, okay, today the master's great revenge will finally be avenged!"
Jiumozhi immediately turned around and looked around, but the speaker was the deaf-mute old man who sent the hero post.
Many people, like Jiumozhi, all looked towards Su Xinghe.
A deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor mute, which is a big deal!
What's even more surprising is that from Su Xinghe's words, he and Ding Chunqiu are fellow disciples.
Ding Chunqiu's feather fan swayed slightly and flew down from the seat.
I saw that his sleeves were fluttering, and he had a beautiful beard under his chin, and he looked very good.
If they only looked at his skin, it would be difficult for everyone to connect him with the infamous "Xingxiu Old Monster".
At this time, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect behind him started beating drums and shouting praises again.
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless."
"Sweep away the demons and kill the monsters!"
"The old immortal of Xingxiu, the Dharma controls the Central Plains."
"Enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live as long as heaven!"
Ding Chunqiu looked complacent at first as he listened to the compliments from the disciples behind him, and then he turned to Su Xinghe with disdain and said, "You alone want to defeat the old immortal?"
"That old thief still leaves me with trouble even after he dies. Su Xinghe, you ruined your oath and sought your own death. You can't blame me today!"
"If you don't want to die, hand over what the old thief left behind!"
Many people in the audience couldn't help but sweat for the deaf-mute old man.
Who knows the name of the Huigong Dafa?
Except for a few people, who in the world is not afraid?
The thought of the skills that he had worked so hard to practice for decades being wiped away in an instant was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
People in the martial arts world, if they don’t have the skills, they might even be worse than useless people!
Even Jiumozhi was vigilantly guarding Ding Chunqiu at this time. After all, the name of the power transformation method has been notorious for a long time!
That old monster Xingxiu is also a shameless person, and he might secretly do something poisonous at some point.
"Today I will get rid of you, the evil thief, on behalf of Master!"
Su Xinghe puffed up his sleeves and turned into two giant dragons, striking at Ding Chunqiu fiercely.
"Humph! It's embarrassing! It's been decades, Su Xinghe, but you haven't improved at all in your kung fu!"
"If you want to defeat Lao Xian, you're afraid that Lao Hu Tu will do it!"
Ding Chunqiu dodged and came to Su Xinghe. He waved the feather fan in his hand twice to neutralize Su Xinghe's attack.
While Ding Chunqiu was fighting with Su Xinghe, he hummed: "Su Xinghe, this old thief favored you back then, but now you are the old immortal's opponent?"
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Although Su Xinghe's moves were extraordinary, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the deaf-mute old man was obviously no match for Old Monster Ding.
Ding Chunqiu mastered the art of transforming martial arts, but Su Xinghe was forced to do so and did not dare to fight head-on. He was afraid that he would not be able to display even 70% of his martial arts.
The two exchanged dozens of moves in succession, and Su Xinghe was slapped away by Ding Chunqiu's palm, and his sleeves were cut to pieces by the feather fan in Ding Chunqiu's hand.
Although blood was bleeding from the corner of Su Xinghe's mouth, he was not afraid. He just laughed and said: "Yes, my talent is limited and I haven't learned a thing or two from the master. I am no match for you. I have pretended to be deaf and mute and stayed anonymous for decades. , but I have my own junior brother to deal with you!"
"Ding Chunqiu, today next year will be your memorial day!"
A cold light shot out of Ding Chunqiu's eyes, and he said fiercely: "You are still talking harshly even before death! Even you are no match for me, so adding another person to the list is also asking for death!"
"If you don't hand over your things, not only will I kill you today, but eight of them and the old immortal will also be sent to see the King of Hell!"
After Ding Chunqiu finished speaking, there was a commotion behind him, and the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect escorted the Eight Friends of Hangu up.
But it was Ding Chunqiu who had captured several of Su Xinghe's disciples before, hoping to force Su Xinghe to submit and hand over the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts secrets.
"Old Monster Ding, your shamelessness is an eye-opener for our sisters. Flattery is flying and gongs are ringing. There is only one stone for the shameless and skinless in this world, and you, Old Monster Ding, have nine of them!"
"Hehe, it's not just Jiudou. In my opinion, all the people in the world combined are not as thick-skinned as this old weirdo."
Ding Chunqiu turned his head and saw several little girls giggling.
He was immediately furious and wanted to take action to understand these ignorant girls, but he saw a figure flying out and landing behind Su Xinghe.
"Hmph, this old man has eaten a few of the old immortal's palms. The old immortal advises you, kid, it's better not to waste your efforts!"
Ding Chunqiu said coldly and did not step forward, just watching indifferently.
His Qigong Transformation Technique is both an internal skill and a poison skill. The true energy in his body is even three points more domineering than the poison. Even if a person with strong internal skills takes full advantage of his palm power, it will only be a matter of time before he goes to see the King of Hell.
Jing Zhou pressed his palm on Su Xinghe's back, sending a stream of pure internal energy to suppress the internal injuries on his body.
Su Xinghe looked horrified, feeling that the energy flowing out of him was as endless as the sea water: "Junior brother has such a deep inner strength. I am afraid that this skill is not as good as that of my mentor."
Only then did he know why the master passed his skills to Wang Yuyan.
Seeing someone who dared to touch the old immortal's brow without knowing how high the sky was, played right into the hands of the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect.
Just listen to the disciples of Xingxiu Sect shout:
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is incomparable! This boy dares to go against the old Immortal, he really doesn't know how to live or die!"
"If you cut off your meridians now, abolish your martial arts, and then kneel down and kowtow three hundred times to the old immortal, the old immortal will probably spare your life!"
"Yes, the old immortal's magic power is boundless. The old man overestimated his power and attacked the old immortal. At this time, he was taught a lesson by the old immortal, and he had already lost half his life. The boy is ignorant. Even if he uses up all his energy, it will not help!"
Boss Wu took a few steps forward and cursed loudly: "Fart! Old monster Xingxiu kneels down and kowtows to my young master. Maybe he will be kind and won't embarrass you old monster!"
"court death!"
In all these years, Ding Chunqiu has never seen anyone dare to ridicule him!
In the past, in the Xingxiu Sea, which of his group of disciples didn't make a big fanfare, blasting firecrackers, and singing loudly to praise him?
Even when he farted, a group of disciples looked intoxicated and kept sucking away.
Su Xinghe was rude to him, but wasn't he knocked away with a palm and suffered internal injuries?
Ding Chunqiu hummed, flicked his right hand under the feather fan, and two green flames shot out.
"The old immortal will send you to see the King of Hell now!"
This is Ding Chunqiu's unique skill, using his inner strength to push out the phosphorus fire, and the thumb-sized green flame contains an unknown amount of poison. If someone falls into someone else's body, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you may not be able to escape the fate of being addicted to all kinds of poisons.
Ding Chunqiu wanted to see if this scarred man could still speak harshly after being tormented by countless poisons!
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his divine power is on full display. His profound skills will shock the past and the present!"
"Old Immortal Xingxiu's phosphorus fire magic will open your eyes today!"
At that moment, a group of Xingxiuhai disciples shouted loudly, the sound was overwhelming. How could that scarred man be able to block this phosphorous fire technique?
"Old Monster Ding, your juggling skills are quite good, but if you only have this power, it will stop there."
Jing Zhou pulled his hand from Su Xinghe's back, took two steps across his body, waved his sleeves, and the two green flames immediately retreated and shot towards Ding Chunqiu.
Ding Chunqiu shrank. He didn't expect that when his phosphorus fire technique encountered that person's sleeve, it seemed as if it was swept by a strong wind. The method that had always been invincible in the past was not even half effective.
