Faced with this kind of Poison Palm Kung Fu, which has great internal power but also contains extremely poisonous substances.
There is no other way except to avoid it.
Of course, if Yang Lin also possesses strong internal strength, he can counterattack the opponent's internal strength before he uses his Poison Palm Kung Fu and break his palm.
At this time, naturally it cannot.
He made a mistake with his foot, stepped on the Bagua and the Nine Palaces, and was covered by the inner power of the big hand seal. His body shape changed and his position changed.
A ray of energy behind him, like a needle or a thorn, hit the air.
But it was Peng Lianhu who turned sideways and attacked again.
In an instant, Yang Lin's figure was like a rabbit rising and falling, erratic.
Talking about small-scale dodge and response.
Yang Lin stepped on the plum blossom step and grasped the overall situation with his mind. He thought that if he could be ranked second, no one would dare to be ranked first.
At least, not these people here.
The most you can do is chase after his shadow.
Just like Peng Lianhu and Master Lingzhi, both of them have strong and insidious internal strength cultivation, but they always fail to reach their true potential. They feel so depressed that they want to vomit blood, but there is nothing they can do.
You can't say that someone is cowardly and shameless if they don't fight hard.
So, what does it matter if so many people surround one person?
Yang Lin's figure changed, and he pulled out phantoms one after another.
There is another person who has the same body movement as him, like a fox or a wolf.
That was the bald old man with white beard who finally jumped down from the second floor of Nanhu Residence.
As soon as this guy landed on the ground, his figure rolled like a fox flapping a bird.
The body was still in mid-air, and there was a "whoosh" sound between the fingers...
A sharp wind had already hit the Dazhui point behind Yang Lin.
But it was a long nail that was red and black, the Ziwu Penetrating Bone Nail.
The blood seals the throat.
Yang Lin's back felt cold, and without even thinking, he turned his spinning top sharply to avoid the sudden attack of the strong wind. At the same time, his sleeves fluttered like a flag and he waved at his side.
The black and red spike struck back with a swish.
He intuitively felt something was wrong. He didn't dare to touch even a hair of this hidden weapon.
He just used his sleeves to catch the strong wind and twisted it back.
The strength on the sleeves plus the muzzle velocity of the concealed weapon caused the bone-penetrating nail to accelerate suddenly, roaring through the air like a sharp arrow.
The target is not the old ginseng fairy Liang Ziweng who appears at the end, but Master Lingzhi.
Master Lingzhi uses the Poison Palm and the Big Hand Seal. He is very knowledgeable about the poison path, so he doesn't know the ruthlessness of the hidden weapon of the old ginseng immortal in his class.
At the moment, he didn't care about chasing and fighting, and while retreating, he struck continuously with both palms.
Bang bang bang...
With all his inner strength, he shot three palms in a row and finally knocked down the hidden weapon.
He shouted, "Old monster, please be more accurate."
"Here..."
At this time, Peng Lianhu finally became impatient and took advantage of Yang Lin's counterattack with a hidden weapon.
His body suddenly accelerated, the cold light in his eyes became stronger, and the judge pen in his right hand turned into a black light and flew out of the air.
This is a pen that turns into a spear, which can penetrate gold and iron.
Yang Lin sneered, "I've been guarding against this move of yours for a long time."
His forward and evasive figure suddenly stopped, and he leaned over to dodge the pen.
His body fell backwards, he turned his arms sideways, and punched Peng Lianhu in the chest like a landslide.
When you attack with all your strength, that's when your flaws appear.
Yang Lin has always believed in this.
His mental skills keep his mind clear and ensure his invincibility;
Body and eye skills can resolve all long-range and short-range sneak attacks, and there will never be any carelessness.
As soon as Peng Lianhu's judge pen left his hand, he had a reaction.
Don't retreat but advance, bully yourself and attack quickly.
A trace of surprise flashed in Peng Lianhu's eyes. Although he was still shocked, he raised his palms in front of his chest and blasted out with a palm.
Fists and palms exchanged.
Both of their bodies were shaking wildly.
Yang Lin's figure flew upside down, with his long body straight back and his toes pointed at the corner of the opposite eaves.
He jumped up and disappeared.
But Peng Lianhu stepped back five steps in a row.
The right half of his body was sore and swollen, and his palms were trembling slightly.
He felt that the bones in his hand were cracked.
Although he counterattacked with strong internal strength, he could not block the opponent's heavy punch, which was like rocks falling from the top of a mountain.
"What a powerful force."
Peng Lianhu looked at Master Lingzhi and Old Monster Shenxian pretending to be shouting, trying to catch up, and said, "Stop chasing, the prince's safety is more important."
"Yes, yes, that's right. It's a pity that Lao Sha, the famous Dragon King of the Ghost Sect, ended up like this. It's really sad."
Liang Ziweng, the old weirdo of the Immortal Ginseng, muttered with sadness on his face, turned around and walked towards Nanhu Juli, "Don't be killed by that kid. If something goes wrong with King Zhao, then there will be no redemption.
Master Lingzhi nodded slightly, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
After looking at the distance of the long street, he turned around and entered the restaurant.
Soon the soldiers appeared and carried Sha Tongtian in to take care of the funeral affairs.
In front of the restaurant, calm returned.
Strangely, no one sent troops to search the streets.
Presumably, they also know that for such a powerful and powerful martial arts master.
Ordinary soldiers, it is actually useless to pursue.
If we do encounter it, it will only hurt human lives and be meaningless.
…
Yang Lin fell down, pulled off the fisherman's brown shirt, and then pulled off the long sleeves of his arms.
I saw a thick black stain on the sleeves, and the fabric was somewhat grayish and corroded.
"So poisonous."
I thought to myself that I was lucky to have used my sleeves to pick it up, if the Meridian Bone Nail was picked up with my hands.
At this time, I'm afraid I have to lie down and fight for my life.
Peng Lianhu, a master of spiritual wisdom and an old weirdo of ginseng immortals.
Two of the three people used poison. They were indeed evil and they were all scum.
Yang Lin raised his right arm and found that it was already bruised and swollen, the tendons and veins were exposed, and he could see that the blood vessels were blocked and the Qi movement was not smooth.
"This Peng Lianhu is known as the Thousand-Hand Man-Slayer, but Qian-Hou hasn't seen it yet, maybe because there is no room for him to show off.
The soft and powerful internal force of this hand is not weak at all. "
Just after Peng Lianhu made a move, Yang Lin immediately counterattacked.
The two of them fought hard, and his arm was attacked by huge internal force, his meridians were damaged, and his blood vessels were blocked.
Presumably, Peng Lianhu would not be able to gain much benefit. His arm would be broken and his palm would be split due to the force of his punch.
There will be no use of force for at least three days.
Yang Lin chuckled twice, but he knew in his heart that he still had to learn this inner strength, he had to learn it.
Obviously he is physically stronger and more powerful.
However, when it comes to fighting, they are very timid, and there are many methods that are not easy to use.
However, this kind of idea is only his own.
As for others.
We will only see him breaking into Wanyan Honglie's temporary residence alone, fighting against the four top masters in the world, and killing the Ghost Sect Dragon King Sha Tongtian...
Under the siege of Peng Lianhu, Master Lingzhi, and the old monster Shenxian, he escaped unscathed.
Such momentum is enough to scare people.
…
Yang Lin stood in the shadow of the street, adjusted his breath, and breathed out the frost.
After a while, he spat out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood.
By the third mouthful of blood, it had turned bright red.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling okay and nothing serious.
Footsteps sounded...
The three village masters, He, Peng, and Dong, and their dozens of men, covered each other and walked over carefully.
He bowed respectfully and said excitedly: "My lord, if we fight today, the golden dog King Zhao will be scared. He will no longer dare to harm the people in our Song Dynasty. The two sides of Taihu Lake should be fine."
"Where are those old coins? Didn't you get them at all?"
Yang Lin suddenly asked.
"That's not true. Although the brothers were fighting and escaping a few days ago, there were still a few clever boys who, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, intercepted eight thousand pieces of silk and thirty thousand taels of silver. Their work was not in vain. They died. It’s worth it.”
These days, human life is worthless.
This much hard currency is enough to buy ten or eight of their Taihu water villages.
"The pension cannot be less, double it... and the rest will be used to buy more delicious food and some sophisticated weapons.
You can't save on medicine. You should train your troops. The last battle was really ugly.
Looking back, I will teach you some hard skills on the battlefield, and choose brothers with good character and strong bodies... to pass them on. "
"Yes, thank you, Master."
Several people from He Liantang pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar. With tears in their eyes, they knelt on the ground.
Dozens of people behind him knelt down and shed tears of gratitude.
This is not just a matter of pension and livelihood, but what Yang Lin finally said, passing down martial arts.
A man seeking a living in the world of martial arts.
He knows better than anyone how much a powerful martial arts can affect him.
Not only is it the best choice to protect your life.
It is also a ladder to the sky that changes your destiny.
With Yang Lin's promise to teach him the skills, how could they not give up?
As for what to teach.
Thinking of Yang Lin, the angry man who fought against the four top masters in the past, even if he leaked a little bit of effort, they would be able to benefit from it throughout their lives.
He told Village Master He to send more people to keep an eye on the whereabouts of Wanyan Honglie and his party.
Yang Lin rode back to Guiyun Village.
He looked fine, but in fact, he was hurt both internally and externally.
It takes a few days of good recovery to fully recover.
