"Is Liang Jingru?"

After saying that, Huang Lin, whose true energy was covered with his body, tapped his feet and the person had already jumped up.

Chihuang inserted his sword with a sheath in front of Xiao Jin.

Huang Lin, who was in the air, opened his five fingers slightly and raised his momentum backwards, and then slapped Ding Chunqiu hard.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Walking on the Frost and Ice Arrives!

Ding Chunqiu had a good knowledge and could see the origin of this martial arts at a glance. He couldn't help but look up and shout:

"The Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon Subduing? Are you from the Beggars' Sect?"

"Qianbao Ring?! Why is it in the hands of you, the junior?!"

Seeing the seven treasure rings worn by Huang Lin's right hand again, Ding Chunqiu's eyes were shocked and then he wanted to dodge to the right, but found that the left and right were covered by palm force.

In desperation, he had to wave the feather fan forward, and at the same time he raised his right palm and slapped it over.

“Bao~”

"Puff~"

As soon as he took the palm, Ding Chunqiu raised his head and spewed out blood, and the blood qi rushed towards Huang Lin.

If it were usual, Huang Lin might have to dodge, but at this time he had no intention of dodging.

"Bang~"

After stepping down, the man was already flying straight to Ding Chunqiu who was flying away with the blood.

The blood and energy that was spurted out by Ding Chunqiu was more than two feet away from Huang Lin, and it seemed as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, and it was impossible to make progress.

"Isn't it "Little Wuxiang Gong"? Who are you?"

When Ding Chunqiu retreated, his long beard was covered with blood stains, his lips were opened and his face was full of disbelief.

He still remembered the "let you three tricks" at this time.

He was thinking about who the other party was. He just saw the Qibao Ring and thought the other party was using "Little Wuxiang Gong", but he didn't know that this person really knows "The Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon Subduing"!

But with "The Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon Subduing", why is the seven treasure ring in this person's hands?

The answer to him was Huang Lin's left palm.

Big Nine Heavens Hand!

Huang Lin never urges him when fighting. It is an exception to say a few words that Ding Chunqiu just now. How could he pay attention to him at this moment?

Ding Chunqiu knew that the other party's skills were unfathomable and dared not take it head-on.

He waved and pulled his left hand to his side with his feather fan, and a star disciple not far away flew towards Huang Lin.

Dragon-grabbing hand?

Crane control skills?

Without rushing to think about it, Huang Lin twisted his waist, and after he turned around in the air, he would come out with a palm.

The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing. Suddenly!

The disciple was beaten to pieces!

Blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

Huang Lin didn't want to be so cruel, after all, Shen Jie, who was only ten years old, was still watching behind him.

Although he had eaten the Zhuma Pill, he was no longer afraid of all poisons.

But Ding Chunqiu's poison skills were too evil, so he didn't want to get poison on his clothes, so even Chihuang was useless.

At this time, Huang Lin had already spread his true energy throughout his body, and there was a wall of more than two feet outside his body.

If the meridians are intact, he can still control the palm power, but now the cracks on the meridians are still there and the control is still a bit barely enough, so it is inevitable that the disciple will be beaten and exploded.

"But Su Xinghe invited you? What did that old thing give you? The old fairy gave you double!"

While speaking, Ding Chunqiu once again pulled his disciples and threw them at Huang Lin.

But I was wondering why the other party had no sign of poisoning.

The fan just now clearly spilled out poison powder!

At this time, Huang Lin had already landed on the ground and immediately stepped on the Bagua. He walked around the disciples of the Xingsu Sect who flew over one after another like a banished immortal. At the same time, his fingertips kept bounced, and the bean-big blood hole appeared on the foreheads of those disciples.

Just now, people were in the air and could not have such a cruel scene.

Considering that Chen Jie might feel discomfort, Huang Lin changed his finger-blinking magical power to kill these ordinary disciples.

"Lingbo Weibu?!"

Seeing the martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect, Ding Chunqiu exclaimed again, feeling extremely panicked and his steps were already messy.

"Swish~"

Huang Lin flicked his fingers lightly, and a finger wind shot out, causing Ding Chunqiu to hurriedly retract the feather fan with his left hand to block his chest.

“Boom~”

The fan was made of for some reason, but it made a dull sound from the wind, and Ding Chunqiu was also struck by the force and fell to the ground.

When he looked up, he saw that Huang Lin had arrived in front of him. He quickly sat on the ground with his hands and feet and retreated backwards, shouting:

"President, please spare me! Pony leader."

"Swish~"

Ding Chunqiu's begging for mercy was interrupted immediately, and he slowly fell to the ground with his eyes open, and a small hole appeared in front of his forehead.

"Why hasn't the poison occurred yet?"

This is Ding Chunqiu's last question before his death.

Huang Lin ignored the disciples of the Xingsu Sect who were scattered and fleeing their lives, but turned around and looked at Chen Jie with a worried look on his face.

But I saw this little guy beside Xiao Jin, waving his hands and gestured something, and the expression on his face was not abnormal.

The movement in the hand looked like the moves of the Big Jiutian hand.

Well, I'm worried for nothing.

With his right hand stretched out, Ding Chunqiu's feather fan jumped into his hand, bounced the fan, and made a few muffled sounds.

I couldn't tell what material it was, so I put it in the storage space and placed it alone in the corner.

His hands were covered with true energy, but he was not afraid of being highly poisonous.

Then, Huang Lin walked inside while dealing with the disciples of the Xingsu Sect that he saw along the way.

He did not forget the Divine Wood King Ding, he was a little curious about this thing.

As soon as he arrived at a hall behind, he felt someone was peeping.

Huang Lin turned his head and looked over, and found that it was a very ordinary house, and the peeping gaze came from there.

"Swish~"

“Oh ~”

The wind passed through the wooden door and a crisp scream came from inside.

girl?

Huang Lin stepped forward and waved his sleeve to open the wooden door. He saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in purple-shirt sitting on her, with her hair scattered on her head and her hair was scattered.

"Big brother, I was deceived, not from the Star Sect."

The girl's eyes were woolly, looking like she had seen a savior.

Is this A Zi?

Huang Lin glanced at her, pointed at the bulging place in her arms, and said:

"Take it out, otherwise you will click on your pussy and let you pee your pants!"

Upon hearing this, A Zi suddenly opened her mouth slightly and looked at Huang Lin with dull eyes.

Is this what people say?!

He is so handsome that he uses such words to threaten a little girl.

Is she not pretty?

But after looking at the man's indifferent eyes, A Zi had to ask for a grievance to take out the Divine Wood King Ding from her arms.

"This is someone's heirloom, they snatched it. You. Can you stop snatching it?"

If this was not the Tianlong World, he wouldn't know that this guy was A Zihua, and Huang Lin might have really believed it.

This acting is much better than when he was laughing and proud!

As soon as the true energy was circulating, the small tripod fell off A Zi's hand and rushed into Huang Lin's hand.

"ah"
To be continued...