Ma Cheng? He led the Dongwei to the mountain for hundreds of battles this time, and he had the intention of taking advantage of the situation. He knew that Chen Wentian had taken orders with the killers of Luoyu Pavilion to take orders, kill people and set fire, and made a lot of bad money. He wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but he never expected to meet Tang Jiusheng here. But Ma Cheng? Who is he? He was cunning, and then he smiled flatteringly and ran to Tang Jiusheng to talk respectfully, without being affected by what had just happened. Just kidding, how could he not even understand the advance and retreat when he could get into the Nanshi Office in Dongwei?

Chen Wentian saw Tang Jiusheng support him, and he already understood what Tang Jiusheng was thinking. He was not worried. He stepped forward and came to Li Xinling, "Li Xinling, we should finish some of the matters! You owe me before, and you have to pay back all your life together today!"

Li Xinling laughed and said, "Okay! If you have the ability, you will take it away! I'm afraid you can't take it away! I know how to do martial arts you know. Some martial arts I practice are more skilled than you. Why do you kill me? If you want to kill, I will kill you! Why, now your medicine has passed and you can jump around again? Actually, I have been unwilling to accept you for many years, but you have a great power in the pavilion, so I can't help but endure it. Today is a good day to bury people. Let's compete to make you convinced! Don't worry, I still recognize you as your senior brother. After your whole family dies, I will bury you well!"

Chen Wentian shouted angrily, bullied himself, and punched Li Xinling in the chest. The howling fist wind was, and it was indeed full of power and worthy of his reputation in the world. Although Chen Wentian was a little older than Li Xinling, anyone could see that this old master of Luoyu Pavilion had real skills.

Since he knew that Tang Jiusheng had been guarding against the mechanism he had laid, Li Xinling simply abandoned the mechanism and rushed forward, rushing towards his senior brother Chen Wentian. He was afraid of being young and strong. He wanted to use his age and physical strength to defeat his senior brother, and then escape in panic. In recent years, Li Xinling has been working hard on boxing, especially the eight wilderness iron palms that his senior brother taught him personally, and he was even more diligent in practicing, and he was simply superior to his younger brother. The senior brother was very pleased at the time, saying that the eight wilderness iron palms were finally not lost.

Li Xinling suddenly remembered the past, remembered the old man who was the master who refused to teach him the Bahuang Iron Palm. Why did I say that Li Xinling was not upright? Is you an old man who was right? Li Xinling remembered that he knelt down to beg his master to teach martial arts, but his master was partial and just taught his master. He couldn't help but feel angry, and spat fiercely and cursed: "Old but not die is a thief. Old thief, don't you like Chen Wentian?

Today I will send your beloved disciple to accompany you!”

Chen Wentian and Li Xinling's figures interspersed in the air, standing three meters away from each other, with their backs to each other, knowing each other well, and the other got a palm. Chen Wentian slowly turned around, his face pale, and looked at Li Xinling's back and chuckled, "What a pity! It would be great if he could go the right path! I really shouldn't have passed you on the Eight Desolate Iron Palm Technique back then, but he was indeed a strong enemy!" Chen Wentian forced the mouth of blood that had already flowed into his throat. He could not have given him any injuries. Originally, his injuries were not healed, but he just took the medicine to recover some internal strength.

Li Xinling suddenly tapped the ground with his feet, and one of them came back. He slashed heavily with a hand knife, slashing at Chen Wentian's head. Chen Wentian recognized that this hand knife was called the furnace opening style, which means to open the cranium. As long as he hit the opponent, the opponent would probably be split in half from head to toe. Chen Wentian's body slipped out. Li Xinling's palm wind rubbed against Chen Wentian's nose, and Chen Wentian suddenly felt a faint pain in his nose. Chen Wentian thought in his heart that if this person lurked for a few more years, he would definitely be the second master in the pavilion second only to Ye Zhiqiu!

Chen Wentian just avoided Li Xinling's hand knife, and then lifted up his qi and rushed to his wrist, reaching out to grab Li Xinling's wrist. Li Xinling shrank his hand, turned around, and then took action. His body was like a fish swimming in the water, and his right palm slapped Shen Wentian in the chest. Chen Wentian could not dodge and was hit in the chest with a palm. Chen Wentian squirted out a mouthful of blood, which was all sprayed on Li Xinling's face. Li Xinling suddenly screamed, covering his eyes with both hands and howled loudly. It turned out that the blood that Chen Wentian spit out was poisonous, and Li Xinling's eyes were stained with poisonous blood, and his vision was blurred for a moment.

Li Xinling rolled and rolled under the sycamore tree on the right side of the yard. Li Xinling hurriedly took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured out two white pills, and threw them into his mouth to chew. Li Xinling cursed in anger: "Chen Wentian, you damn old mao, you can't compete with me, you actually plotted against me!"

Chen Wentian laughed loudly, "Li Xinling, you used to deal with this poison at the beginning, but you scolded me instead. Do you think I am wronged?" Li Xinling was stunned, and then thought that there was nothing to say. This poison was indeed what he gave, and now it is a reward for one reward! Li Xinling used the sleeves of the green brocade robe he wore, wiped the blood on his face drying, and cursed in his heart. This was really unlucky, and he was so poisoned!

It turned out that Chen Wentian had already planned. In this situation, the Xiaowei, Dongwei, and the Shadow Guard of the National Master Mansion have all gone up the mountain, and Luoyu Pavilion can no longer exist. For the sake of the present, I can only find a way to beg for mercy from the Wei Palace in addition to Li Xinling.

He even asked for incorporation so that his son, daughter and his brothers could survive. There was no other way. And Li Xinling was a stumbling block that must be removed, so he could not escape, otherwise he would definitely take revenge on his son and daughter in the future.

His body was too poisoned and could not survive for long. Now he had no choice but to fight for his own life. If he could successfully fight Li Xinling and show sincerity, he could make Tang Jiu feel compassionate, and Luoyu Pavilion could have a possibility of a line of existence. For this line of possibility, he had to fight for this life. He just gotten into Li Xinling's palm on purpose. He knew that even if he took the toxic medicine, he would not be able to fully recover in a short period of time. Why not take the opportunity to harm Li Xinling?

Li Xinling didn't know that Chen Wentian was deliberately plotting against him. He was regretful when he took Jieyao. If he had known, he would have killed this old guy earlier than poisoned him. Now, he would have cheated himself hard! Li Xinling took Jieyao and did not dare to rush to attack. He took the defensive force and used his energy to force out the remaining poisonous gas from his body. While slowly dealing with Shen Wentian, he would keep the green mountains there, not afraid of no firewood. He would save his life first, and it would be best to kill Chen Wentian and wait for an opportunity to escape.

The scholar's uniform on Chen Wentian's body began to sway, and layers of tangible ripples like water waves appeared in the air around his body. Then the air actually stacked layers of transparent clouds, which were clearly visible to the naked eye. The clouds trembled, and then whirlpools of large and small appeared in the air, rotating rapidly around Chen Wentian's body. The outer air waves were transparent clouds in the middle and the inner air vortex. The fool could see that Chen Wentian was emitting the qi outside, which was obviously a very profound internal force.

Chen Wentian's body was like a swimming fish, and he turned around Li Xinling and circled Li Xinling, who was taking the defensive stance. Li Xinling's face remained unchanged, as if he was not affected at all. He allowed those tangible air ripples to constantly erode the black protective energy he released. Both of them were brothers, and of course he knew the dangerous killing moves behind his senior brother, so he was not in a hurry to take action. Once he took action too early, he would definitely fall first. They were familiar with each other's moves, and the competition was endurance, and whoever made mistakes first would die first.

Li Xinling allowed the black protective energy spreading outside his body to peel off layer by layer by layer by air ripples, wandering in the qi set up by his senior brother like a wandering in the garden. When the air ripples eroded the black protective energy, the air ripples were finally consumed. Li Xinling suddenly rang at Chen Wentian, and suddenly a short sword flashed with green light in his hand. The sword body of the short sword sounded and the green sword energy lingered, and instantly broke through layers of transparent clouds. The picture was exhausted and the dagger was seen.
Chapter completed!