The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 74 Battle

Before Feng Asan even landed on the ground, Feng Bosi rushed out at the lead and ran towards the crowd on the opposite side.

Inside the Xingxiu Gate, a man in Ge Yi faced Feng BoEi and shouted loudly.

"Punch me!"

Feng BoE is very skilled, but as soon as he recovers from his injuries, he is entangled by his opponent.

After a while, Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku, Deng Baichuan, Kang Guangling, Xue Muhua and others rushed up from the cave and rushed towards the Xingxiu disciples in front of them.

Ye Wuxin hurried out of the cave, and the scene before him was quite chaotic.

I saw a tall old man standing in the southwest corner. In front of him and to the left and right, there were two rows of men of different heights.

When Kang Guangling saw the old man, he immediately shouted.

"Old thief Ding, you're not dead yet! But do you still remember us?"

After seeing Kang Guangling and other eight Hangu friends appearing, Ding Chunqiu smiled and shook the feather fan in his hand, looking happy.

In the distance, Ding Chunqiu frowned and couldn't help but take the time to look around, trying to find the person who had done something secretly.

"You want me to save that monk? It's simple. Just kneel three times and kowtow in front of his old man. When I feel better, I might be able to heal that monk's injuries."

"Master, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me!"

At this time, Ding Chunqiu no longer had time to care about the life or death of a disciple. His eyes fell on the white smoke, his expression alert.

"I am the mother of old monster Xingxiu! I had an affair with Erlang Shen's barking dog and gave birth to you, a little beast. I will break your dog legs!"

"Su Xinghe loves you very much. He is afraid that I will use ruthless means to kill you."

Ding Chunqiu jumped down, the wind whistling in the palm of his hand, and there was a hint of blue in his nails.

In the blink of an eye, two invisible palm energy rushed towards Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu's face turned cold, his expression was filled with anger, and a strange light emitted from his eyes.

"It turns out that these two eminent Shaolin monks were able to break through my technique with the Sky-Splitting Divine Palm. Their skills are indeed extraordinary. I'm here to learn from you today."

"Old thief Ding, I only listen to one person in this world. You should know who he is?"

Kang Guangling's face was furious and he immediately shouted.

"Only villains who are worse than beasts would do things like deceiving their masters and destroying their ancestors. How can someone even worse than a villain want to make my junior brother obedient?"

"You only listen to Su Xinghe, right?"

"Hahahaha! Nephew Mu Hua, if you can cure that fat Shaolin monk, I can spare your life. However, you must worship me as your teacher and join my Xingxu sect instead."

Although he was scared, he still had the courage to speak.

In the white smoke, two old monks, Xuannan and Xuantong, slowly appeared, and a group of Shaolin monks also appeared one after another, confronting the Xingxiu disciples on the spot.

He had been poisoned by powder and had just recovered from a serious injury. If he was burned by phosphorus fire, he might not be able to save his life.

"Although we have been expelled from the door by our master, our relationship as master and disciple remains unchanged throughout our lives."

Ding Chunqiu frowned, raised his sleeves, and the invisible and colorless poison was sprayed, making Xuan Tong frown.

At the critical moment, two invisible palm forces converged, and one palm flew away the phosphorus fire that was approaching, and hit a Xingxiu disciple in the distance.

"I am not willing to cut your tongues and deafen your ears. Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, it is difficult to achieve great things."

Ding Chunqiu's eyes turned cold and he replied coldly.

"Tell yourselves, are you Su Xinghe's disciple? If you say not, there is still a way to survive."

Ding Chunqiu was single-minded and wanted to cure the cold poison in Monk Huijing, and then took him to the snow-capped mountains to search for traces of ice silkworms.

"Amitabha, Donor Ding, where did you take my rebellious Shaolin disciple Huijing?"

"Even if he comes to visit us, he has never seen us once. I have to get back this debt today!"

Green rays of light were like sparkling fire, piercing the poisonous mist and shooting toward Hangu's eight friends and a group of Murong's retainers. Two air-splitting palms reappeared and were able to block most of the fire.

The two old monks knew that Ding Chunqiu was a master of poisonous skills, especially the transformation method, which was more difficult to deal with, so they hurriedly took a few steps back and hissed in their mouths.

As soon as Kang Guangling said these words, all the brothers and sisters cheered in unison.

Li Puppet on the side also suddenly spoke and started singing babblingly.

Fan Bailing snorted coldly and looked at Ding Chunqiu with eyes full of anger.

Feng Bao, who was entangled with the nine disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, couldn't help but feel startled when he saw the fire approaching. He was about to run away, but was directly delayed in place by it.

"Master is Master. Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. The eight of us have become homeless ghosts, all thanks to your gift."

With a flick of his left robe sleeve, a bit of green phosphorus fire shot towards Li Puppet, and its speed was really faster than a shooting star.

When they heard what he said, Ding Chunqiu would immediately kill him if he didn't give up his status as a 'disciple of Su Xinghe'. However, due to the deep love between him and his master, the Eight Friends of Hangu were not people who were afraid of death and wanted to save their lives.

The monk on the side shouted loudly, and a Zen staff and two swords fell in front of Xuannan and Xantong. The two old monks reached out to catch them, and both attacked.

At this moment, a bit of cold light flashed across, and Kankan was knocked away before the phosphorus fire could get close.

After finishing speaking, Li Puppet imitated the old woman's tone and barked three times, causing the eight friends of Hangu to laugh one after another.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Eight Friends of Hangu and a group of Shaolin monks became entangled with many Xingxiu disciples.

Listening to his tone, Xue Muhua actually ignored everyone in front of him, as if everyone's life and death were entirely up to him to deal with as he pleased.

"Okay, very good! You are all Su Xinghe's disciples, but I remember that Su Xinghe sent someone to inform me, saying that the eight of you have been kicked out of the door and are no longer his disciples."

The feather fan shook, and Ding Chunqiu's face completely lost the smile.

In an instant, the Xingxiu disciple was rolling in pain, and the phosphorus fire on his body was not extinguished.

Ding Chunqiu smiled slightly, his expression even more proud.

"Could it be that the person named Su doesn't keep his word and still secretly retains the title of master and disciple?"

Before he could be distracted, two swords struck him head-on. The sword-breaking moves were so fierce that Ding Chunqiu had to restrain his mind in order to deal with the attacks of the two old Shaolin monks.

On the edge of the chaos, Ye Wuxin looked helpless and could only use the Arhat Fist to deal with the Xingxiu Gate in front of him.

There were too many top-notch players in the field, and it was hard for him to help them openly.

What's more, if people find out that he was secretly helping, how can he explain the reason for his rapid improvement in skills?

If Ding Chunqiu and the two old Shaolin monks enter the stage of internal strength competition, Ye Wuxin can still find opportunities to take action, but at the moment Ding Chunqiu only uses poison skills, so he will never dare to act rashly.

(End of chapter)