Faced with the 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, thus breaking his palm.

At this time, naturally it cannot.

He made a mistake with his foot, stepped on the Eight Diagrams, stepped on 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, struck nothing.

But it was Peng Lianhu who turned sideways and attacked again.

In an instant, Yang Lin's figure was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, erratic.

Talking about small-scale dodge and response.

Yang Lin walked on the plum blossom step and grasped the overall situation with his mind. He thought that he could be ranked second, but no one would dare to be ranked first.

At least, these people here can't.

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 achieve their goals. 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 mean to have so many people besieging one person?

Yang Lin's body shape changed, he was suppressed and eliminated, and he pulled out phantoms one after another.

There is another person who has the same body shape as him, moving like a fox and a wolf.

That was the bald old man with white beard who finally jumped from the second floor of Nanhu Residence.

As soon as this guy landed on the ground, his body rolled like a fox flapping a bird.

The body was still in the air, and there was a "whoosh" sound between the fingers...

A sharp wind had already hit the Dazhui point behind Yang Lin.

But it is a long nail that is red and black, the Ziwu Penetrating Bone Nail.

The blood seals the throat.

Yang Lin's back felt cold, and without even thinking about it, he turned his spinning top sharply to avoid the sudden attack of the strong wind. At the same time, his sleeves fluttered fiercely like a flag and he waved at his side.

The black and red spike struck back with a whooshing sound.

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 force 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 the spiritual master.

Master Lingzhi uses the Poison Palm and the Big Hand Seal. He is very knowledgeable about the ways of poison, so he doesn't know the ruthlessness of the hidden weapon of the old ginseng fairy in his class.

At that moment, he didn't even care about chasing after him, so he retreated while striking with both palms.

Bang bang bang...

With all his internal strength, he shot three palms in a row and finally knocked down the hidden weapon.

He yelled, "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 streak of 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 dodging figure suddenly stopped, and he leaned down 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;

The body and eye technique can resolve all long-range and short-range sneak attacks, and there will never be any chance of carelessness.

As soon as Peng Lianhu's judge pen left his hand, he reacted.

Don't retreat but advance, bully yourself and strike quickly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Peng Lianhu's eyes. Although he was not shocked, he raised his palms in front of his chest and fired out with a palm.

Fists and palms exchanged.

Both of their bodies were shaking violently.

Yang Lin's body flew upside down, with his long body straight back and his toes pointed at the corner of the eaves opposite.

He jumped up and disappeared.

Peng Lianhu, on the other hand, stepped back five steps in a row.

The right half of the body was numb and swollen, and the palms of the hands 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 falling rocks from the mountaintop.

"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 monster of the ginseng immortal, 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 inside to take care of the funeral affairs.

In front of the restaurant, calm returned again.

The strange thing is that 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 them.

If we do encounter it, it will only hurt human lives and be meaningless.

…

Yang Lin lowered his figure, pulled off the fisherman's brown shirt, and then pulled off the long sleeves on his arms.

I saw a thick black stain on the sleeves, and the fabric was somewhat yellowish and corroded.

"So poisonous."

I thought to myself that I was lucky to have used my sleeves to pick it up, if I had picked up the Meridian Bone Nail with my hands.

At this time, I'm afraid I have to lie down and fight for my life.

Peng Lianhu, the master of spiritual wisdom and the old weirdo of Ginseng Immortal.

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, 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 him yet, maybe because there is no room for him to show off.

The inner strength of this hand is feminine and strong, but it is not weak at all."

Just as 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. With the force of his punch, his arm would be broken and his palm would be split.

No use of force will be allowed 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 I am physically stronger and stronger.

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.
To be continued...