After Lin Miao and Zhang Hong faced each other, their entire right arm seemed to be frozen. They could only grit their teeth and use the internal power of the Tianyang True Classic to resolve Zhang Hong's Ice Soul Palm. Zhang Hong chuckled, carried his left hand behind him, and looked at Lin Miao with a calm face and said, "I know that you know the Tianyang True Classic, so let you see if you can understand my magical power for a while."

After saying that, Zhang Hong took a few steps back calmly and stood aside and looked at Lin Miao. Lin Miao felt that his entire right arm was like ice was stuffed with ice. The internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic could only swallow the Yin and Cold internal strength that blocked the tendons and veins bit by bit. Lin Miao was in a hurry and used the internal strength of the Baina Heavenly Classic again. The internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic seemed to have become much stronger in an instant. Lin Miao was slightly stunned - he actually didn't know that the reason why the Baina Heavenly Classic was called Baina was because this internal strength could be transformed into any internal strength at will.

Lin Miao only knew that the internal force of the Baina Heavenly Classic was urging the Tianyang True Classic like kerosene. Zhang Hong's cold internal force was transformed into more and more, and his entire right palm also turned pale from green. Zhang Hong looked at Lin Miao's right hand and couldn't help but exclaim, and said unexpectedly: "It's so fast! Mr. Lin really has good internal skills!" Lin Miao snorted, raised his right hand and clasped his fists and said, "But the national master's martial arts are really powerful!"

Zhang Hong lowered his hands and chuckled and said, "I admire you very much. Why don't Mr. Lin go to the light and share the glory and wealth with me?" Lin Miao sneered and said, "I'm sorry, Lin Miao is born with a poor life. It's better to share the glory and wealth of the national teacher!" After that, Lin Miao directly used the internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic and used a move to Tiankui Yingyue to slapped Zhang Hong's chest.

Zhang Hong snorted coldly, and used his hands to look at Lin Miao at the same time. With a loud bang, Lin Miao's hands turned green and he hurriedly stabilized his body. Zhang Hong also stepped back four or five steps with a blue face. After Lin Miao stood firm, he looked at Zhang Hong with a smile on his face. Zhang Hong looked at his red left palm, then at his trembling right palm, and said viciously: "The one on your left hand... is actually Qian Rendeng's collapse cannon!"

Lin Miao laughed and said, "You think I was using the Tiangang hand, but I used the Mountain Bengshan Cannon for you! Unfortunately, I didn't accumulate enough strength, otherwise your dog's paw would be finished!" Zhang Hong's face changed, and then he shouted in anger: "At first, I love talents and have the heart to save your life. Now it seems that there is no need!" Lin Miao put away his smile and seized the time to use his power to resolve the internal strength of the Bingpo Ming Palm.

Zhang Hong pulled his posture and smiled and said, "Lin Miao, for your age, the Tianyang True Classic is indeed well-trained! It's a pity that you can resolve the Ice Soul Nether Palm with ten successful powers! You can't do it yet!" Lin Miao gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Hong, and naturally knew that what he said was not false. Although he had already used all the internal strengths of the Hundred-Available Heavenly Classic and the Tianyang True Classic, it was just a difficult time to dissolve the Yin and Cold Power in his body.

Zhang Hong clenched his left fist and rushed towards Lin Miao. Lin Miao could only drag his stiff legs backwards. Seeing that Zhang Hong was about to come to Lin Miao, an old monk in a cassock suddenly flashed in front of Lin Miao. The Buddha's Dharma image behind him flashed, and Zhang Hong immediately closed his hands together: "Amitabha, Master Zhang, donor Lin's Tianyang True Classic is not good, can I do the Yijin Sutra?"

Lin Miao looked at the hunchbacked old monk with a look of shock. Zhang Hong said furiously: "Huiku Old Bald Donkey, why is it you?" Lin Miao sat on the ground, looked at Huiku's white robes that had been washed with white hair, and whispered: "Thank you, the monk Huiku, for helping him." Huiku turned around, looked at Lin Miao with kindness, bent down and nodded and said: "Donor Lin, I have actually failed to observe for a while, so I came late. Please forgive me, donor Lin, Amitabha."

Lin Miao looked behind Huiku nervously and said, "Monster, be careful of Zhang Hong!" Hui smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay, Master Zhang is cautious all his life. Since he was injured by Donor Lin, he would never dare to sneak attack me. Good, good, good."

Zhang Hong just stared at Huiku's back with a dark face, and indeed there was no movement. At this time, Jiguang flew from the roof to Huiku's side and said, "Abbot, I..." Huiku looked at the door of the inn with a serious face, sighed and said, "Zhiguang, go and see your master, go quickly!" Jiguang nodded and ran into the inn with his eyebrows.

Huiku looked at Lin Miao and continued, "Originally, Huijue and the two junior brothers Huikong were unable to escape the disaster. Now several donors sacrificed their lives to save Huijue. I am very grateful. Amitabha." As Huikong lifted his cassock, he was about to kneel down to salute. Lin Miao gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands, held Huiku and said, "The monk is the abbot of Shaolin, and I can't bear it." At this time, a heart-wrenching cry came from the inn: "Master! Master!!"

Huiku stood up straight and sighed, chanted the Buddha's name, slowly turned around and looked directly at Zhang Hong and said, "Master Zhang, it's been a long time since I saw you. Junior Brother Huijie, when will you hide before you appear? Good and good." As soon as Huiku finished speaking, Huijie had already flew to stand beside Zhang Hong, and said unnaturally: "Mr. Huiku looked at Huijie, and Huijie immediately took a step back and stopped talking.

Zhang Hong said coldly, "You will be afraid of hand-slaughtering Prajna?" Huijie said guiltily, "What's there to be afraid of with the national master?" Zhang Hong nodded, "Very good, then you can catch Long Yu soldiers for me now!" Huijie hesitated for a moment, looked at Lin Miao sitting on the ground. Lin Miao showed a wicked smile, reached out to make a gesture of invitation, and Huijie suddenly became even hesitant.

In a remote place in the northeast corner of Yujiang Village, Mu Wushuang turned Ju Luo Jian around with his left hand, and then cut off the neck of the last palace guard with a backhand. The palace guard lay on the ground without saying a word. Mu Wushuang glanced at more than ten corpses on the ground, and still held Ju Luo Jian with his backhand, and ran towards the inn. Mu Wushuang ran more than a hundred steps, and suddenly saw the two flashing through the alley.

Mu Wushuang lowered her eyebrows and jumped onto the roof. She saw one person holding another, looking around carefully and walking towards the entrance of the village. Mu Wushuang quietly caught up with the two of them, and was about to fly to the ground when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a Garonu in her hand. Mu Wushuang opened her eyes and shouted: "Stop for me!" The two of them paused, as if they were immobilized.

Mu Wushuang held the Juluo sword with his forehand and jumped to the two of them. The person who was being helped immediately lowered his head. Mu Wushuang stared at the long-faced man and shouted, "Is this Galanu your sword?" The long-faced man pushed the man with his right hand to the wall behind him, raised Galanu with his left hand and said, "It's mine, Hua Wuchang, if you have the ability, you can take it." Mu Wushuang sneered and said, "The man in black in Galanu is not as tall as you! The man behind you looks quite like."
Chapter completed!