Madam Please Stay

"Wow!"

The surrounding Central Plains martial arts heroes were also in an uproar. They thought that the person Mu Han mentioned was his master, but no one thought that Mu Han had been talking about himself for a long time.

"Young man, now is not the time to be brave..."

"That's right, the opponent is the King of the Golden Wheel Falun Dafa, and he's not even a match for Sanjue, so don't send yourself to death."

"The innate state is not something you can compete with. If you are not careful, you will die."

……

The martial arts heroes of the Central Plains also shook their heads. In their eyes, Mu Han was just a sensationalist, ignorant (bjbf) guy. If it wasn't for Guo Jing and Huang Rong, some people would have scolded Mu Han loudly.

"Shut up for me."

Mu Leng glanced coldly at the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts. The heroes of the Central Plains martial arts immediately felt as if they were being stared at by a peerless beast. Cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they really closed their mouths.

This group of rubbish will be forced to talk!

"Hmph, a young boy dares to speak wild words. Since you don't accept me as the leader of the martial arts, then come down and make gestures. I can slap you to death with one palm." Jinlun Fawang gave Mu Han a contemptuous look. Said.

"Who shoots who kills, that's not necessarily the case."

Mu Han stood up slowly, and walked slowly to the middle of the compound.

"Han'er, be careful!" Huang Rong couldn't help reminding.

Today Guo Jing was seriously injured and Huang Yaoshi was also injured, she didn't want to see anything happen to Mu Han.

"Don't worry, Aunt Guo, let me teach this smelly monk a lesson today." Mu Han said with a slight smile.

"Little brother, the old beggar looks after you."

Hong Qigong on the side also smiled and said: "Let this stinky monk see how powerful our Central Plains martial arts young people are."

"Guangzhu Hong is on the sidelines." Mu Han nodded at Hong Qigong.

"Master Mu, come on!"

"Teach this stinky monk a lesson..."

……

The heroes of the Central Plains martial arts on the side shouted one after another.

Now, they can only pin their hopes on Mu Han, although they don't have much confidence in Mu Han, but now, he is the only hope.

"Brother Mu Han, you must avenge my father." Guo Fu came out of the room at some point and stood beside Huang Rong.

"Don't worry, Fumei, you look at it from the sidelines, how can I avenge Uncle Guo?" Mu Han said.

"Have you said enough?"

Jinlun Fawang said impatiently: "Boy, killing you is only a matter of one palm, why make it so complicated?"

"Hehe, let's keep it simple." Mu Han smiled lightly.

"Humph!"

Jinlun Fawang snorted softly, and said, "I thought I was already very arrogant, but I didn't expect that you are even more arrogant than me."

Jinlun Fawang didn't take Mu Han seriously. Before he came, he already had a good understanding of the Central Plains martial arts. Apart from Hong Qigong, Guo Jing and others, he hadn't heard of any other martial artists under [-] years old. master.

The boy in white in front of him is probably trying to show off his skills.

"Old monk, you talk a lot of nonsense!" Mu Han sneered.

"See how this old monk slapped you to death?"

Hearing this, Jinlun Fawang couldn't bear it anymore, if he continued, he was afraid that he would be pissed off by Mu Han.

Before the words were finished, Jinlun Fawang had already stepped forward, and slapped down his right palm angrily, and the tyrannical palm wind roared towards Mu Han. . "

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"Bang bang bang!"

Jinlun Fawang stepped forward with one step, and slapped down angrily. The tyrannical palm wind roared towards Mu Han, and even the surrounding air was torn apart.

Jinlun Fawang didn't use any martial art with this palm.

Jinlun Fawang, who has reached the first level of innate level, has also practiced the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. A random palm can crack a stele and a stone.

Jinlun Fawang is confident that with just one palm, he can kill this ignorant white-clothed boy.

"Brother Mu Han, be careful!"

Seeing this scene, Guo Fu couldn't help exclaiming.

The faces of all the martial arts heroes in the Central Plains changed slightly. If they faced this palm, they would surely die. Some even couldn't bear to see Mu Han's miserable state, so they quietly turned their heads away.

Watching Jinlun Fawang's offensive, Mu Han's face remained calm, and his slender, white palms protruded lightly, and they went directly to meet Jinlun Fawang's palm.

Head-on?

Seeing this scene, everyone around thought that Mu Han was crazy.

The martial arts practiced by Jinlun Fawang is obviously based on fierceness. Even Guo Jing and Hong Qigong, who are extremely strong in the late stage, are no match for the world's most powerful palm technique, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Mu Han You still choose to shake it hard?

It can only be said to be stupid!

Seeing Mu Han's actions, the corner of Jinlun Fawang's mouth also raised a hint of sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly unpredictable young boy turned out to be a stunned young man.

If you want to compete with him in palm strength, you can only say that his brain is broken.

Under the gaze of everyone, the two palm prints shook each other head-on.

"boom!"

A dull sound resounded like a thunderbolt from the blue sky over the city lord's mansion, which made everyone's ears buzz, and the blood in their bodies boiled, and those with weak cultivation even spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The violent wind ripples directly swept away, blowing away everything around, and the already dilapidated ground collapsed even more.

"Dengdengdeng!"

What made everyone's pupils shrunk was that Jinlun Fawang's figure was actually backing up again and again, and every step he took back left a deep footprint on the ground.

On the other hand, Mu Han on the opposite side was completely motionless, with his robes fluttering around and his long hair fluttering, looking chic and elegant, handsome and extraordinary.

The whole place was silent!

The heroes of the Central Plains martial arts looked at each other and rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

Jinlun Fawang was repelled by Mu Han's palm?

Are you not dreaming?

"it is good!"

Hong Qigong on the side cheered loudly and said.

For this scene, Hong Qigong was not too surprised. Mu Han had defeated himself in the super-first-class late stage. Now that he has reached the extreme late-stage, it is not impossible for him to defeat the innate first-level Jinlun Fawang.

The martial arts heroes of the Central Plains were awakened by Hong Qigong's cheers, and they all applauded.

"Jinlun Fawang, is this your strength?" Mu Han sarcastically asked.

Jinlun Fawang also showed a deep shock at this time, because he just noticed how terrifying power erupted from Mu Han's slender white palm.

This kind of power made him feel a kind of heart palpitation.

Although Jinlun Fawang didn't try his best in the palm just now, and he didn't use his martial arts, which seemed to be contemptuous, but the boy in white clothes in front of him seemed to have some reservations.

"Hmph, kid, don't get complacent too early, it was just my old man's carelessness just now."

As the words fell, Jinlun Dharma King took out a golden wheel from his bosom. The diameter of the wheel was about one and a half feet. Jingle.

Jinlun Fawang knew that Mu Han's power was terrifying, and if he competed for power, he might not be able to gain the upper hand, so he also took out the weapon that he was famous for.

"Hehe, Aunt Guo, I'd like to borrow your dog-beating stick." Mu Han moved in front of Huang Rong and said.

Just now Lu Youjiao was seriously injured and was taken out for treatment, and the dog-beating stick was handed over to Huang Rong again.

Huang Rong knew that Mu Han was extremely skilled in the dog-beating stick technique, so she handed the dog-beating stick to Mu Han without hesitation.

Mu Han took it with a smile, and his fingers brushed across Huang Rong's palm intentionally or unintentionally, causing a blush to flash across Huang Rong's pretty face, but it soon returned to normal.

"This Han'er is still so presumptuous!"

Huang Rong cursed secretly in her heart, but she was not angry. She still expected Mu Han to defeat Jinlun Fawang to save today's situation.

"Jinlun Fawang, let you experience the real dog-beating stick method of the beggar gang."

Mu Han took the dog-beating stick and swung it casually a few times. Now his dog-beating stick technique is not as good as that of Hong Qigong and Huang Rong.

Hearing this, the intelligent Huang Rong was quite moved.

She had seen that just now Jinlun Fawang easily defeated Lu Youjiao's dog-beating-stick method, but now, Mu Han wanted to justify the name of the dog-beating-stick method.

Mu Han waved the dog-beating stick and said, "I remember you still have four broken wheels, why did you only take out one golden wheel?"

Hearing this, the King of the Golden Wheel was startled. He did have five round wheels of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead. He also had a set of methods to fight against the enemy called "Five Wheels", which was really astonishingly powerful.

It's just that the Golden Wheel Dharma King has profound martial arts, and generally one golden wheel is enough to deal with a strong enemy, so most people don't know about the other four wheels, and the other four wheels can also achieve miraculous effects when dealing with powerful enemies. .... . . . .

But now Mu Han said it out, how could Jinlun Fawang not be alarmed?

"Hurry up and take out the other four wheels, or there will be no chance later." Mu Han smiled.

"Hmph, to deal with you, a golden wheel is enough."

Jinlun Fawang snorted softly, and stopped talking nonsense with Mu Han, he found that if he continued talking to Mu Han, he would be about to be blown up.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stepped forward, and his figure was already approaching Mu Han. The golden wheel in his hand spun rapidly and cut towards Mu Han. On the side of the golden wheel, the sharp gears were shining coldly. If it is light, the skin will be torn apart, and if it is severe, the muscles and bones will be broken.

Mu Han flipped his wrist, lightly tapped the dog-beating stick, and directly poked it in the middle of the golden wheel.

"clang!"