Three moves, if I don’t take you down, then I will turn around and leave.

If you win, then you will take me as your teacher.

Ning Huan calmly said the bet, while Dragon Boat Festival looked at him: "Why should I take you as my teacher?"

"Because I appreciate your qualifications." Ning Huan said quietly: "I once had a disciple I like very much. He died here, so I came here in person to help him avenge him."

"But I didn't expect that I could find a piece of beautiful jade like you here."

"Believe me, if you worship me as your teacher, I will make you the most powerful person in the world."

"Not interested." Dragon Boat Festival said seriously.

Ning Huan laughed: "You don't have any interest or not."

While saying this, Ning Huan lightly tapped his toes, and his whole body instantly floated forward and headed towards the Dragon Boat Festival. The Dragon Boat Festival stared at Ning Huan with all his concentration, and watched Ning Huan's figure float like a ghost. He used his true energy and slapped Ning Huan with one move.

Ning Huan had a fight with Dragon Boat Festival before, and basically used the martial arts of Shaolin Temple. Although Ning Huan was a mountain guardian of Shaolin Temple decades ago and had learned the unique skills of Shaolin Temple, decades have passed. Although these martial arts are still remembered, they are quite unfamiliar. At present, Ning Huan looked at the Dragon Boat Festival, and smiled strangely in the air, then said, "Look clearly, this is the Great Compassion Fun of the Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth."

While saying this, Ning Huan gently tapped the palm of the Dragon Boat Festival with one finger, and then slid his finger straight downward.

The moment Ning Huan's finger touched the Dragon Boat Festival, he felt that the whole world had become dark in an instant, and the strength in his body seemed to disappear empty.

The Dragon Boat Festival's body was instantly pulled by the finger and fell downwards, like planting a green onion backwards. From the hand to the whole head, it smashed into the bluestone slab in front of it, smashing the bluestone slab to pieces.

On the roof, Fang Bie looked at Ning Huan's move and exclaimed softly.

Xue Ling was also watching. She was the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art herself, so she could really empathize with it. However, Ning Huan's move did not look like martial arts at all, and it was almost the same to say that it was magic.

"What is that?" Xue Ling couldn't help but speak.

"The Great Compassion Fu." Fang Bie said quietly: "I don't know the specific operation, but it should be through contact to control part of the functions of the Dragon Boat Festival's body."

"Is this possible?" Xue Ling asked incrediblely.

"Martial arts are not so scientific." Fang Bie sighed: "Ning Huan came too fast, and many arrangements are not enough to be completed."

"That's all I can do."

"What should I do?" Xue Ling asked, "Are you going to take action?"

Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: "When did you have the illusion that I could beat Ning Huan?"

"So you can't beat it?" Xue Ling was in a mess in the wind for an instant.

Actually, it’s right to think about it. Fang Bieman is only seventeen years old. When will the illusion that Fang Bie, who is seventy years old, can beat Ning Huan, who is seventy years old?

But Fang Bie really made Xue Ling have a lot of fantasies.

"I can't beat it." Fang Bi said seriously.

"Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. At least now, I dare not fight him. If I fight, I may die."

"Is it possible?" Xue Ling sensitively grasped the word "possible".

It's not going to die.

Instead, it may die.

It may die, and then it may not die.

So you are like this.

"Yeah." Fang Bi said softly: "But I don't want to die."

"Only by protecting yourself first can you protect others." Fang Bi said seriously.

Xue Ling instantly had a little black line, so do you really need protection?

"So next?"

"There is a plan." Fang Bie said simply: "You come down with me first."

Xue Ling nodded softly.

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...

Ning Huan's strength is obvious to all. When he really used the Great Compassion Poem, the battle had lost its suspense.

In other words, Ning Huan was able to defeat Dragon Boat Festival and Hei Wu by relying solely on his martial arts before practicing the Great Compassion Fu 17 years ago. Even if there is the factor in his cultivation the Great Compassion Fu to rejuvenate himself, this man's martial arts are still unfathomable.

In front of him, the ranking of the Jianghu List is like a joke.

Only then could Xue Ling feel why Ningxia was so terrifying to her master.

The two of them got off the room and came to the lobby of the inn, but they saw a bloody monk in yellow lying on the bed pieced together by several tables in the lobby. A girl in white was treating the monk in yellow. After a closer look, who wasn't Huo Ying?

Xue Ling looked carefully and found that the monk in yellow had been relieved of his previous pain of breaking his arms. He just didn't know when he was moved to Xiaohun Inn, and Huo Ying personally healed him.

"Can you answer?" Xue Ling asked Fang Bien quietly beside him.

Because it seems that Huo Ying is trying to connect Shi Ku's broken arm.

This kind of thing is really shocking.

"How did the Qilin Arm come from? Isn't it just connected?" Fang Bie smiled, and then he said seriously: "If it's someone else, it may not work, but Huo Ying's surgical skills are very good, so there should be no problem."

"Okay." Xue Ling said incrediblely.

Of course, as Xue Ling himself, he was actually very happy to see that Shu Ku was able to take back the broken arm.

At this time, the whole street was messy, so naturally no one went to the inn to have dinner at this time. The entire inn was a little empty. Xue Ling looked around and said, "Where is Ningxia?"

Shang Jiuge was competing in Liulinpo and knew nothing about the matter here. He Ping was not here. Xue Ling didn't understand it very well. Now it seems that Fang Bie should have paid it in advance.

Judging from He Ping's personality, Fang Bie can't bear it, but He Ping can't stand Ning Huan's killing in front of her.

But what if I can't bear it?

If you can't bear it, you can only fight.

Even Xue Ling didn't want He Ping to take action, because the stronger the opponent, the greater the consumption of He Ping. Ning Huan can almost be regarded as the kind of top opponent. Even if she can win, will Sister Ping still have the life.

Hei Wuduoyu has already lost his attack. He and Fang Bie are in the inn. Now among the eight people in Xiaohun Inn, Ningxia is nowhere to be found.

Did she escape? Or where?

Xue Ling didn't know.

So I have to ask Fang Bie.

"Go out." Fang Bie walked ahead, his expression no longer had the casual sensation of laughter and scolding, but spoke seriously.

He pushed the door first and Xue Ling followed behind him.

Huo Ying was still concentrating on treating the pain and relieved the pain, and he didn't even raise his eyes.

Ten miles away from the street.

There are already scars everywhere.

Ning Huan stood alone in red on the long street, and the Dragon Boat Festival was already lying on the ground and unconscious.

Ning Huan was holding Hei Wu's head in his hand. The thin black boy was bleeding all over his body, his limbs drooped, and he had lost consciousness.

In less than a stick of incense, the victory or defeat has been decided on the battlefield.

"Ningxia, aren't you coming out yet?" Ning Huan looked around and said coldly.
Chapter completed!