"Boy, are you from the Five Mountains Sect?" The man from the Demon Sect forced him to retreat to Tang Jinlou. He did not take advantage of the situation to attack. The injured man sat cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds. He went out one by one and asked coldly.

Tang Jinlou looked at the man and saw that he was thin and short, but his face was solemn and a yellow belt was tied around his waist. Tang Jinlou felt a move in his heart and looked at the others. Seeing that those people were all black belts, he knew that this person should be the leader.

"Yes, I'm from the Five Mountains Sect." Tang Jinlou replied coldly, then curled his lips and replied, "Old man, are you really from the Demon Sect?"

"Hmph!" the man snorted coldly, "Boy, we brothers have some serious business today and don't have time to pay attention to you. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Tang Jinlou frowned. These people knew that he was the Five Mountains Sect and did not come to cause trouble. It seemed that they really had something to do, so they would not be pretending to be Songshan. Tang Jinlou looked inside the pavilion and saw the old man in white drinking and posing in his shape. He felt a move in his heart: They came for this old man. The old man's style is so arrogant. Could it be Qu Yang or Xiang Wentian?

I remembered that there was an old man playing the erhu sitting in the pavilion. Tang Jinlou felt that it was difficult for him to deal with these people, and it was impossible to protect him. This old man was strange and had attracted his attention, but he looked too Alzheimer's disease, and Tang Jinlou was not very relieved about him.

Tang Jinlou bowed and said, "Okay, I will let the road come out today. See you again in the future, we will still be enemies." He turned around and entered the pavilion, helped the old man up, and whispered: "The people in the martial arts world are fighting, let's go quickly."

The old man said "um" and grabbed Erhu and walked out of the pavilion with Tang Jinlou. He looked at the leader of the Demon Cult, thinking. Tang Jinlou saw that he was demented again and wanted to pull him away, but he saw his eyes suddenly become bright, as if two lightnings were suddenly shot out. He was stunned and suddenly remembered what he said just now, "You call me Master. It's really OK." At that time, the people of the Demon Cult happened to attack him. Tang Jinlou had no time to think. Seeing his performance at this moment, he couldn't help but think: Could it be that he is from the Hengshan Sect, the master of the Hengshan Sect, who has grown like this, is it... Mr. Mo Da?!

The old man took a step forward and asked, "Are you people from the Demon Sect?"

The leader frowned and said, "Yes, who are you?"

The old man nodded, and his face still had a lazy expression that seemed to be unable to control the muscles, but his voice was cold and frosty. He asked: "The day before yesterday, three disciples of Hengshan Sect were killed in the chest. Judging from the injuries, it seemed to be killed by an octagonal copper hammer. I wonder if it has anything to do with you?"

Tang Jinlou looked at the man and saw that the weapon he used was an octagonal copper hammer. He thought to himself: He was beaten to death by Hengshan, and I don’t know if it was made by the Demon Sect or Songshan. If it was made by the Demon Sect, then the Songshan Sect will take advantage of the troubled waters and do things in the Five Mountains Sects, which are even more vain and real, making it difficult to prevent.

The leader suddenly burst into laughter after hearing the old man's words and said loudly: "My Sun and Moon God Sect and your Five Mountains Sword Sect are originally a great revenge. If you kill me, I will kill you, what's so strange about it? Not bad. Those Hengshan disciples were killed by me, but I just can't stand you. What do you want?"

The old man's mouth was grinning, as if he had a smile, and said, "Very good, very good..." The man was slightly stunned. The old man took a step forward, but he quickly came to the man. The leader was shocked and danced the octagonal copper hammer in his hand, making it impossible for the wind and rain. However, with the extremely thin sound of "ding", the old man retreated back to his original place.

Tang Jinlou was shocked. He did not see clearly what had happened just now. He looked at the leader and saw that his face was strange, and an octagonal copper hammer hung softly on the ground.

The old man nodded and said, "Good Kung Fu." Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly soared into the sky with his right arm, and the octagonal copper hammer fell on the grass several feet away.

The man broke his arm, and there was no need to say anything about the pain, but he just hummed, then sat on the ground and never made a sound again. He was really a strong man.

Tang Jinlou looked at the old man blankly and shouted after a long time: "Master Mo..."

The old man turned his head, smiled and nodded at Tang Jinlou, and said, "What's your name?"

"Disciple Tang Jinlou."

Mr. Mo Da smiled and said, "Okay, Junior Brother Yue has taught a good disciple."

At this time, the leader of the Demon Cult finally came to his feet and said to Mo Da: "'The Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Fogs in Hengshan', it turns out that you are Mo Da, Hengshan. It's not unfair to me in your hands..." Mr. Mo Da was about to speak, but the leader suddenly shouted loudly, "Envoy to the right, have you ever disrespectful to you in your daily life?! Do you let the people of my God Cult be bullied by the Five Mountains Sect?"

"So this old man in white is really Xiang Wentian!"

Tang Jinlou turned his head and saw that the man finally took his gaze from the far distance, looked at the leader faintly, and said, "You killed his disciple and he cut off your arm. Isn't that all?"

The leader smiled miserably and said to Wentian again: "Do you guys want to come and catch me? It's better to let him cut off your arm. If you fight with me, you're afraid you won't have such good luck."

Mo Da smiled.

The man leaned on his hands, his voice weak, and gradually he begged a little, saying, "The right envoy is a misunderstanding. The Eastern leader had already ordered the church members to tell the people all directions half a month ago, and promoted you to the right envoy to the left envoy of the God Cult. Today, we go back with me. Tomorrow you will be the left envoy of one of my teachers and above ten thousand people."

Xiang Wentian smiled coldly and said, "I don't care about the left envoy, so I'd better leave it to Yang Lianting!" After that, he saw Mo Da staring at him intently, and snorted, "What? Mr. Mo Da wants to fight me?"

Mo Dadao: "I, the king of heaven, Xiang Wentian, is indeed extremely arrogant. When I was the leader of the Demon Sect thirteen years ago, my fourth junior brother went to Jiangxi to do business, but in the end he was carried back with his body and was injured in four sword wounds on his chest, forming a frame shape. I, the king of heaven, was knowledgeable, do you know what move this is?"

Xiang Wentian laughed at the sky and said, "With your junior brother's kung fu, it is impossible for others to kill him with imitation tricks. What you mentioned is naturally a "Makino Sifang" in my sword technique!"

Tang Jinlou was shocked. Could it be that Xiang Wentian and Mo Da still had such a layer of hatred? That would be a problem today. Tang Jinlou looked at the three demon sects who had not taken action and the people who used the axe and hammer who had finished adjusting their breathing, and these four people might not be able to resist it, and... Mo Da might not be able to beat Xiang Wentian.

Mr. Mo Da snorted coldly and said, "Please show off your weapons."

Xiang Wentian drank all the wine in the glass, then looked at Mr. Mo Da coldly, but still sat upright in his seat, motionless. Mo Da took a step forward and walked into the pavilion. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, as if he was not the one who had just been angry. The two stood silently, and neither of them made the move first.

The leader's expression moved and said to the people around him: "You go and attack Mo Da."

Several people looked at each other, picked up weapons, and rushed towards the pavilion. Tang Jinlou shouted "despicable" and fought with them with his sword. One person used two cards to block Tang Jinlou, while the other two used spears behind him to harass him from time to time, preventing him from getting close to him. The man who had suffered a little bit of injuries before held on to the axe and hammered him from time to time.

At first, Tang Jinlou used several iron-line sword moves, but the opponent often used attack as defense, forcing him to change his moves in the middle. Later, Tang Jinlou slowly used the majestic Yangwu sword, and for a moment he gradually tied with the four people.

Most of the eyes were opened, and the divine light was not revealed at all. He slowly drank to Wentian. It seemed to be relaxed and freehand, but in a vague way, it seemed to contain an extremely mysterious rhythm.

The four people could not capture it for a long time. The leader covered his right arm and shouted, "Let the 'Ten Powers Formation'." The four people exchanged their eyes, and suddenly changed their steps, and they changed their formation in an instant. Tang Jinlou was shocked. He saw that the man holding two cards was still in front of him, but the other three people did not hide behind him, but were on both sides.

The double card holder suddenly leaned forward, Tang Jinlou frowned slightly, and his long sword crossed, and used a "river of rivers and rivers" to block him two steps away. Then he bent his right leg and took an "iron broom" to turn the double card holder away a few steps away. However, the delay of this moment, the other three people's weapons seemed to have eyes and were already greeted by him. For a moment, Tang Jinlou's whole body was covered by weapons!

At the critical moment, Tang Jinlou was slightly lost, but it seemed like there was a clear light again. The sword started at will. The move "Chaoyu Baidi Caiyun" in the Chaoyang Yiqi sword that he learned first came out. The Demon Cult only felt a sensation of sound. A very strong and tough sword energy came from Tang Jinlou's sword, which actually shocked the weapons in their hands a little bit in an instant.

Tang Jinlou has been learning Chaoyang Yiqi Sword for three years, but he has never used such a wonderful sword technique. This is the most perfect move he has used. However, he has gradually become sad or happy in his heart, and he has not realized the wonders of the sword just now.

Tang Jinlou spread the Chaoyang Qi Sword and sword. He felt that every sword was very different from before. As for what was different, he couldn't say it. If he continued to immerse himself in this way, his sword skills would be completely different in an instant. However, the few people from the Demon Sect were obviously not good trainers, and the formation they formed was definitely not a rookie formation, but a famous "Ten Powers Formation" in the world. From the name, it can be seen that this formation is a typical formation that gathers the power of everyone and uses its strength to break the cleverness.

The three men worked together and three long soldiers smashed Tang Jinlou. Tang Jinlou made a move "hot thousands of miles" and shook the three weapons away. The three men did not mess up at all. In an instant, they used the force to smash the other side of the weapon to Tang Jinlou. This attack was different from the previous move, but the three men had no mistakes in conflict. This feeling was like Hengshan's sword formation, but this formation was purely made by force, but it was much simpler.

Tang Jinlou turned his body, but this time he avoided two spears and the sword was horizontal. Before the axe hammer could be fully exerted, he put it on it. The man who used the axe hammer to stir up his hands and put the sword in it. In just a moment of delay, the other two could smash Tang Jinlou's body to pieces.

How could Tang Jinlou let him get what he wanted? In the critical moment, Tang Jinlou let out a "ha" sound, and the iron wire sword style came out again. The man was already injured. At this moment, he still couldn't resist the enemy by taking this "iron wire sword style". In just a moment, a big hole had been broken in his chest, and he groaned and staggered to the ground.

At this moment, two large guns had already hit. Tang Jinlou had no choice but to avoid it. He squatted slightly and pushed the sword across. There was a loud "bang" sound, and Tang Jinlou's ears were buzzing, and his breath was churning, and he couldn't support it.

"Oh no, these two people have more internal skills than I thought."

The internal skills that Tang Jinlou practiced were not peerless skills, but just ordinary mental skills in Huashan. Therefore, when he was fighting hard, he was already prepared and used his strength to protect his internal organs. However, when these two big guns were hit, his whole body seemed to be incorrect. It was extremely uncomfortable and extremely dangerous. As long as these two people had higher internal skills, or if three of them attacked together, Tang Jinlou's internal organs would break, making life and death unpredictable.

At this time, the man who used the double card rushed up again. Tang Jinlou was placed under the big gun, so he had to kick it out and kick it on the man's double card. Huashan Qi Sect also had a way to take advantage of the momentum. Tang Jinlou used two big guns to add the power to him when he was spinning. The man who used the double card originally wanted to rely on his deep internal strength to force him, but when he came close to him, he was kicked four or five feet away by Tang Jinlou.

But the remaining two seized the opportunity. One of them spears burst out and hit them with all their might. Tang Jinlou stretched out his sword to block them, but with a "bang", the other spear hit the place where the two soldiers fought each other. Tang Jinlou spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down in a drooping manner.

Mo Da was still confronting Xiang Wentian in the pavilion. Tang Jinlou was injured and lost. Mo Da was immediately shocked and ran towards Tang Jinlou, but naturally there was a huge flaw behind him. Xiang Wentian drank with his own drink, but did not take advantage of the gap.

Halfway through Mo Da, the two demon sects had handed out the spear. They couldn't help but feel anxious. Tang Jinlou was injured internally, how could he block the two of them's full-strength attack? Mo Da pulled up, and a thin and long sword in the air reflected the sunlight and emitted a changing light, but no matter what, he was one step slower after all, and the two of them had already shot out.

At the critical moment, Tang Jinlou, who was lying on the ground, used a weak sword-raising move with half a move "silver wrapping". This move is a metaphor for heavy snow and frost thousands of miles away. However, Tang Jinlou used it wrong, because the original majestic move was not visible at all, but it was somewhat similar to the "boundless fallen wood". However, a hint of joy flashed in Mo Da's eyes. The sword was handed out weakly and hit two spears, but it made both spears deviate from the direction. The two demon sects didn't even have time to change moves, and saw the big spear piercing into the soil.

Mo Da's figure flashed past, and the two of them no longer had to draw their guns. They covered their necks and fell to the ground.

Tang Jinlou was powerless on his sword, but he was able to pull out two heavy guns. It can be seen that he actually used the magic method of "four liang to make a thousand pounds" at a critical moment. He just needed to make a thousand pounds of force, and he also needed four pounds of force. Tang Jinlou suffered internal injuries, but he could not support the "four liang" and after using this sword, he almost vomited blood again.

Mo Da pulled Tang Jinlou's hand, put his veins for a while, and his expression was stern. He stretched out his fingers and pointed several acupoints on Tang Jinlou's body, and then he carried him on his back. Tang Jinlou felt that he was weak at this moment. Although he did not faint on the spot, it was very simple to faint. Just close his eyes, but I don't know if he could wake up.

Mo Da looked at the leader who covered his right hand and the person who was holding him and the two cards who were helping him never dare to come again. He turned to Wentian and said, "I will leave the lives of these two people for you today. Goodbye!"

Raise a glass to Wentian.

Mo Da carried Tang Jinlou on his back and jumped to the distance soon.

Tang Jinlou was lying on Mo Da's back, secretly pursuing his internal strength. His breath was extremely stagnant. From time to time, a burst of severe pain came from his internal strength, which made him unable to move his internal strength. Tang Jinlou was secretly frightened and did not have to hide it in his heart. He asked Mr. Mo directly: "Master Mo, my disciple has suffered internal injuries. I wonder how much?"

Mo Da was slightly stunned and said, "Don't worry, your injury is all because I want to avenge my disciples. Even if I have any serious injuries, I will cure you."

Tang Jinlou smiled bitterly and said, "As soon as I exercised my internal strength, I felt unbearable pain in my body. I just wanted to ask my master to tell you clearly, can I still practice my internal strength in the future?"

Mo Da sighed and said, "Yes, your lungs are damaged. I am afraid that you will not be able to use your internal strength within half a year. The internal strength of the people in the Demon Sect is quite strange. After I just investigated, your internal strength... has been half of it."

Half-waste of internal strength does not mean that half of the water in the cup is missing. If you want to compare it, it is like a precision instrument, half of which has been broken, and then the instrument cannot operate normally no matter what. When Tang Jinlou just strengthened his internal strength, he felt a pain in his internal organs. He thought it was because he had just suffered a blow, so he was a little uncomfortable. Now it seems that he had suffered serious internal injuries at that time.

Tang Jinlou smiled weakly and said, "Master Mo, is there any way for me to be injured in this internal injury?"

Mo Da hesitated for a moment and said, "If you rest peacefully, it only takes a year or two to wait for your internal organ injury to stabilize, then you will practice your internal skills slowly. After three or five years, you may be able to heal. However, you must never practice boxing, foot and sword skills during this period to avoid causing injuries... I think your sword skills have achieved something, so you will give up sword skills and start practicing again after three or five years. I am afraid that it will be difficult to reach the peak again in the future, so this method cannot be used."

Tang Jinlou almost vomited blood when he heard him gasping for breath. Since he knew that this method would not work, why should you tell me?

Mo Da said again: "It seems that there is only one way to cure internal injuries in a short time." Tang Jinlou was shocked and asked, "What way?" Mo Da said: "Abbot of Shaolin Fangzheng, who has mastered the Yijin Jing. The Yijin Jing is a treasure of Shaolin Town School. It is unfathomable. He only asks him to cause injuries to you. He will definitely succeed. It is just to treat internal injuries. After your injury is healed, all the internal strength in the past will no longer exist. Everything must be practiced from scratch. I see that your skeletal muscles are of top quality. Even if you practice again, it is no big deal."

The method Mr. Mo Da said was indeed extremely feasible, but he only asked Abbot Fang Zheng to cure his injuries, but did not say how he asked him to ask. He was the head of Hengshan. If he wanted Abbot Shaolin for himself, he would undoubtedly fall into the prestige of Hengshan Sect in the martial arts world. Although Hengshan is indeed far inferior to Shaolin. But Mr. Mo Da put all these aside, which shows that he is indeed a true chivalrous.

Tang Jinlou didn't want Mr. Mo Da to make things difficult for him, and asked with some luck: "Master Mo, is there any other way?"

Mo Da was silent for a while and said, "There is another way, which is actually better than Master Fang Zheng treating your injuries. But this method... is not easy." Tang Jinlou said, "No matter whether it is easy or not, you have to try it before you know."

Mo Dadao: "The Huashan School has a unique internal skills called "Zixia Divine Art". I believe you have heard of it. This internal skills are extremely skilled, and it emphasizes accumulation of strength and exerting some strength. Therefore, it has very strong strength. If you can learn this internal skills, you can not only cure internal injuries, but also avoid the trouble of practicing qigong from scratch. But... I heard that this internal skills can be practiced by only the head disciples."
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