Chapter 57

When they fell, they all had broken bones and severed meridians, and none of them made a sound.

After this palm was struck, the group of Star-Host Sect disciples who were just noisy suddenly became silent, looking at Tang Bohu with fear.

They never expected that they could be attacked even while hiding behind Ding Chunqiu; this was too insecure!

The Star-Host Sect disciples were originally a mob of cowards. After being frightened, they all closed their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound or be the first bird.

In case the other party used "Hitting a cow across a mountain" again, the Old Immortal couldn't protect them.

Ding Chunqiu loved flattery the most. Seeing his disciples stop, he was furious. He waved his feather fan forward, and his majestic internal energy swept towards Tang Bohu.

After Tang Bohu struck "Hitting a cow across a mountain," he sucked a belly of air early, his chest bulging, and then spat out the energy he had accumulated in his abdomen!

"Whoosh—"

A wild wind rose, internal energy collided, and dissipated into nothingness.

The remaining wind spread in all directions.

Sleeves fluttered slightly, and several "onlookers" who were close by didn't say a word, but suddenly showed a mysterious smile on their faces.

A Star-Host Sect disciple had sharp eyes and happened to see this scene, and was suddenly shocked, with a look of extreme terror on his face!

Then, they pushed and shoved each other, competing to retreat.

The crowd watching the battle saw them looking like they were avoiding snakes and scorpions, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Suddenly, the sound of falling to the ground rang out one after another.

It was those people who smiled strangely three times, and then fell directly to the ground and died.

When they died, they still had smiles on their faces.

It turned out that Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan just now, ostensibly using internal energy to attack the enemy, but actually hid "Three Smiles Carefree Powder" poison powder in it, and sent it to Tang Bohu.

This poison powder was colorless and odorless, extremely fine, and with the dust dancing from the internal energy, it was really difficult to distinguish.

He was full of confidence that although Tang Bohu's martial arts were high, he would definitely not notice.

Who would have thought that Tang Bohu would blow air into wind, directly blowing the "Three Smiles Carefree Powder" back, causing the people nearby to suffer a great disaster.

The crowd watching the battle was startled. Although they didn't know the specific truth, they could guess seven or eight points, and hurriedly retreated a long distance.

This excitement was watched… the risk was really great, and they were caught in the crossfire for no reason.

"Wow!"

The three talents of Suzhou screamed even more exaggeratedly, covering their chests with both hands, with a look of "little student is scared."

Xu Zhenqing: "What a powerful poison skill! This old monster didn't grow up sucking poison gas, did he?!"

Zhu Zhishan: "Poison skill is strong, but what's the use if you can't hit anyone? Bohu is still the best!"

Wen Zhengming: "Bohu, what move was that just now?"

Tang Bohu was also scared by Ding Chunqiu's poison skill, but fear was fear, he still had to show off.

So he turned to his three friends and gave a cheap smile, proudly: "This is my Tang family's ancestral unique divine skill for subduing demons and eliminating poison—Energy~Swallows~The~World~!"

Zhu Zhishan: "Wow! So powerful! It's also ancestral, why does it feel more powerful than my family's 'Milk-Squeezing Dragon Claw Hand'?"

Wen Zhengming: "My family's 'Two-Finger Zen' is also inferior."

Xu Zhenqing: "Sigh, don't talk about it, my family's 'Iron Crotch Skill' is useless against this old poison monster."

"Eh?!"

As soon as Xu Zhenqing finished speaking, Tang Bohu and the other two looked at him in unison.

Xu Zhenqing was stunned. Being stared at by the three of them, his scalp went numb, his hands tactically covered his crotch, and he said nervously: "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

Tang Bohu and the other three nodded in unison.

Tang Bohu: "Useless?"

Zhu Zhishan: "Really?"

Wen Zhengming: "Not necessarily!"

Xu Zhenqing: "…"

I am often out of tune with you because I am not perverted enough.

Ding Chunqiu was furious when he saw Tang Bohu still had the heart to laugh and play at this time, and scolded: "What a brat who doesn't know what's good for him! Go to hell for the Old Immortal!"

Although he had the upper hand in the fight just now, fighting a young man for a long time without winning, and losing several disciples, undoubtedly greatly damaged his face.

If he didn't give the other party a painful lesson, how could his Star-Host Old Immortal mix in the rivers and lakes?

His figure flickered, his big sleeves swayed, his posture was extremely elegant, but he hid murderous intent and pounced on Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu's expression became serious, his eyes solemn, and he said coldly: "Good! You forced me!"

Saying that, he drew a big circle with both hands, transported his internal energy to his palms, and quickly condensed and compressed it to form a blue-white spherical true energy light ball.

The terrifying power was about to burst out, and when Ding Chunqiu was two feet away, he struck it fiercely!

"Turtle Wave Qi Gong!"

Accompanied by the sound of true energy, a strong shock wave spread like ripples on the lake, sweeping across Ding Chunqiu in a half-moon shape......

As soon as Ding Chunqiu entered the range of the shock wave, he felt his body go numb, and a force like an electric current blew him into the sky, while drilling into his body, trying to destroy his internal organs and meridians.

Zhu Zhishan: "Wow, in this situation, it is appropriate to use my family's ancestral 'Poison Dragon Piercing Heart Drill'!"

Xu Zhenqing: "Isn't your family's ancestral martial art 'Milk-Squeezing Dragon Claw Hand'?"

Wen Zhengming: "Obviously, his family's ancestral martial arts are more than one. Just like my family, there is also a 'Ice and Fire Duality'."

The crowd watching the battle was speechless when they heard the three of them shouting.

These are the Four Talents of Suzhou?

These are the Four Hooligans!

Tang Bohu ignored his three friends, fearing that Ding Chunqiu would not die, jumped up, and stabbed Ding Chunqiu in the heart with a spear.

Ding Chunqiu was in the air, busy transporting "Art of Dissolving Power" to dissolve the invading true energy, and his paralyzed body returned to normal.

Seeing Tang Bohu stabbing with a spear, he smiled gloomily and spread his sleeves.

More than a dozen green phosphorus fire sparks turned into "rockets," shooting directly at Tang Bohu from a high position.

"Bad! He can still move!"

Tang Bohu's face changed greatly, his spear head shook, his spear tip picked continuously, blocking the phosphorus fire sparks.

However, he couldn't be happy at all, but felt a sense of despair.

Because what Ding Chunqiu feared most was not the Grandmaster realm or these flashy phosphorus fires, but his poison skills!

On the ground, he could dodge and fight, but in the air, there was nowhere to borrow force. With only ordinary true energy, how could he block the invasion of poison?

Sure enough, Ding Chunqiu didn't show him any mercy. After the phosphorus fire, he threw a large piece of poison powder with his sleeves.

The three talents screamed, their faces pale.

They never expected that Tang Bohu, who was evenly matched with Ding Chunqiu just a moment ago, would be placed in a desperate situation because of a wrong judgment.

It can be seen that experts fight, every move is dangerous, and the victory or defeat is often in a single thought, and life and death can be decided in an instant!

Just when everyone thought Tang Bohu was in bad luck, a strong sword energy suddenly entered the arena, sweeping away all the poison powder!

Someone intervened!

I saw a white-clothed swordsman with a graceful figure jump into the arena, grabbed Tang Bohu and threw him back.

Then he drew his sword and sheathed it, directly slashing Ding Chunqiu three feet away.

062 Strong entry, white-clothed Shen Lang

"Good lightness skill!"

"Good sword technique!"

Among the crowd watching the battle, many people secretly praised.

Eyes shot over one after another, and I saw that the white-clothed swordsman was young, only in his early twenties, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, handsome and extraordinary.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upward, and he carried three points of smile even when he wasn't laughing. His expression was lazy, as if he didn't care about anything.

This appearance made many people secretly praise: "What a handsome young man!"

Even Huang Yaoshi and Zhao Tianhao nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Sishui looked at that familiar face, guessing in his heart, but didn't dare to be sure.

Of course, there were those who appreciated it, and naturally those who hated it.

Murong Fu was already very unhappy when he saw Tang Bohu, who was younger than him but had martial arts comparable to him, and felt that the title of "South Murong" had been provoked.

Suddenly seeing the white-clothed swordsman, who forced Ding Chunqiu back as soon as he entered the arena, his face sank even more.

His eyes were vicious, as if he remembered some unpleasant memories, a cold snort came from his nose, and he turned and left.

The four servants exchanged glances and wisely didn't say anything, following behind. ===== CHAPTER 58 =====