Qian Rendeng snorted, slowly raised his hands and looked at Zhang Hong with his back, "I remember all the lives of you, it's not your turn to remind me! And you just injured my apprentice, how should you calculate the debt?" Zhang Hong frowned and looked at Lin Miao and silently said, "When did this kid take the surname Qian as his teacher? Even if it is completely different from the previous few days ago! Wait, did the surname Qian instill his internal skills in him?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Hong felt a little confident. When he was about to speak, Lin Miao rushed to him with red eyes and hit Zhang Hong in front of him with his left fist. Zhang Hong hurriedly waved his right hand to block Lin Miao's fist, and then used all his internal strength to twist Lin Miao's wrist to the left. Lin Miao also tried his best to wrestle with Zhang Hong, but his wrist was still twisted by Zhang Hong bit by bit.

Lin Miao knew that his internal strength was not as good as Zhang Hong, so he immediately hit Zhang Hong's lower abdomen with his right knee. Zhang Hong calmly pushed Lin Miao's knee with his left elbow, and immediately resamped Lin Miao's chin with his left palm. Lin Miao was eager to take revenge and could not dodge at all, and was immediately dizzy by Zhang Hong's palm. Zhang Hong's eyes flashed with a fierce light. When he wanted to take the opportunity to break Lin Miao's arm, Qian Rendeng had already flashed to the right side of Zhang Hong's body like a shadow, and reached out to grab Zhang Hong's right shoulder.

Zhang Hong naturally did not dare to confront Qian Rendeng head-on. Even though Qian Rendeng was not in full force, he could only let go of Lin Miao a little unwillingly and flashed to the left to avoid Qian Rendeng's right hand. Qian Rendeng was not in the mood to chase Zhang Hong, but supported Lin Miao and asked anxiously: "Amiao, how about it? Tell the master where he was injured!"

Lin Miao shook his head and sneered: "Master, Zhang Hong... It's no big deal. Just recover." As he said that, Lin Miao slowly pushed Qian Rendeng away. After taking a deep breath, his eyes returned to his former spirit. Qian Rendeng still asked with concern: "Amiao, are you really okay? Don't force yourself! Otherwise, let the teacher come?"

Lin Miao reached out to stop Qian Rendeng, moved his muscles and bones all over his body and said slowly: "Master, don't worry, just let me do it - he killed Zhang Zhengge and Master Jisui, Lin Miao must make the beast's blood debt and repay the blood!" Qian Rendeng frowned and said: "Jisu, is Jisui the younger monk Jigu's brother? He has seen him in the Wei family and asked him to help guard the bodies of Li Yu and...their bodies, and then hurried over with Abing."

Lin Miao held the ponytail in his mouth and nodded, then flew over the tip of his eyebrows, pressed his right palm on his lower abdomen, and posed as a magic clutch. Qian Rendeng saw the fluorescence of black gems flashing in Lin Miao's eyes, and after confirming that he was really nothing serious, he nodded with relief, calm and calm down and raised his hands and flashed aside. Zhang Hong looked at Lin Miao with solemn murderous intentions, and looked at Qian Rendeng with a relaxed look on his face, and couldn't help but ignorant karma fire rose and cursed: "My surname is Qian! If I hadn't been concerned about you, I wouldn't take Lin Miao seriously! Lin Miao, you are so ungrateful!"

Thinking of this Zhang Hong's internal strength of the Ice Soul Palm, he stared at Lin Miao with a gloomy face and shouted: "I know I can't fight my Ice Soul Palm, but you still dare to come and challenge it? I didn't get enough of the lessons I taught last two times, right?" Lin Miao bit his braid and said slowly word by word: "Zhang Hong, you dog thief, even if I don't kill you, my brother Hua Wuchang will take your life!"

Zhang Hong sneered and shook his head: "If Mr. Qian hadn't helped you, how could I have tolerated you so arrogant!" Lin Miao paid attention to Zhang Hong's every move, while focusing on the magic clutch of the immortals and demon clutch on his wrists and said, "Master Zhang, please!" Zhang Hong twisted the corner of his mouth, and the Ice Soul Nether Palm with ten successful powers instantly slashed towards Lin Miao. Lin Miao did not show any weakness to use the magic clutch that had just been understood.

The clutch of the immortal splitting demon clutch is mainly powerful. While Lin Miao was using the Tian Jing for a hundred years, in order to restrain Zhang Hong's cold internal strength, he also used all the internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic. Zhang Hong and Lin Miao paired each other and felt that the wrist bone was pushed back by Lin Miao. After Lin Miao was invaded by the internal strength of the Bingpo Ming Palm, although he felt that the coldness was unbearable, his limbs had no big impact. Seeing that Lin Miao's face remained unchanged, Zhang Hong felt that his Tianyang True Classic was much more pure and he could not take much advantage, he immediately jumped back and avoided Lin Miao.

Lin Miao was not chased by Zhang Hong, but stood there calmly. Zhang Hong subconsciously glanced at Lin Miao's left hand, and couldn't help but tighten his scalp and said silently: "It's bad, this kid's left hand is actually a mountain-collapse cannon! I should have robbed him of a move just now and didn't leave him enough time to use his skills!" Lin Miao clenched his left fist and pulled his right hand behind and said: "Master Zhang, I'm now in the left hand of the mountain cannon, and I'm in the right hand of the mountain palm, and my master has taught me the entire Tianyang True Classic. You have to be careful."

Qian Rendeng said with joy and said, "Amiao is indeed a martial arts genius! He knows that Zhang Hong is cautious and will dodge if he can't take advantage of one move, so he is calm and unhurried to use the skills of the Mount Bang Cannon... Humph, Zhang Hong, Zhang Hong, this disciple is so great, both talent and wisdom are far superior to you. I am afraid that you will be defeated in a while!"

Seeing that the blue veins on Lin Miao's neck were getting bulging, Zhang Hong knew that his internal strength was getting more and more accumulated, so he naturally felt cold sweat flowing down. A few hours ago, he could still rely on his internal strength, especially the deep internal strength of the ice ice, but Lin Miao was no longer afraid of his Ice Soul Palm. Just as Zhang Hong racked his brains to find a way, the guard leader suddenly threw the tiger-headed knife at Lin Miao, and Zhang Hong couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Sure enough, Lin Miao waved his right hand, and Guiyishan Palm directly shattered the tiger-headed knife into countless pieces. The fragments flew more than ten feet away like hidden weapons. The fragments hit the female wall burst out and sparks embedded in the blue bricks. Zhang Hong took the opportunity to push out a palm and slapped Lin Miao's chest. However, as soon as Zhang Hong moved, a white light roared past Zhang Hong's ear, directly piercing through the heart of the guard leader and flew to where he was.

Almost at the same time, Lin Miao's left hand also hit Zhang Hong's right palm with a thunderous force. Zhang Hong knew that Qian Rendeng could take his life at any time. After being hit by Lin Miao's punch, he was even more dead or disabled. He immediately withdrew his right palm and leaned back in a mess and avoided Lin Miao. Lin Miao's mountain blast cannon stopped more than four inches in front of Zhang Hong.

Lin Miao frowned, and was reluctant to hand her arm forward half a foot, but it was too late, so Zhang Hong had already avoided him. Qian Rendeng glanced at the remaining palace guards, his eyes widened like a copper bell and shouted: "I said, your life is in my hand! Whoever dares to move me again, don't blame me for dismembering your five horses!"
Chapter completed!