Every time Wen Moxin made a palm move, he let out a loud shout. His palms were as fast as lightning and as heavy as mountains and rivers, and they hit Lin Yang hard.
Lin Yang kept retreating. God knows what kind of terrifying force he endured. He stepped hard on the ground with his soles, causing the ground to burst. After the eighteen palms fell, his mouth was full of blood and his chest bones were filled with blood.
Several of them were broken, and they looked miserable...
The guests were terrified.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Lin Yang raised his hand to copy the text and flicked a silver needle in his heart.
At the end of the article, he knew the power of Lin Yang's silver needle and had no choice but to retreat.
The offensive was temporarily blocked.
Although Wen Moxin was slightly forced back, the gap in strength between the two sides was already very obvious.
Lin Yang had absolutely no chance of winning.
"The leader is mighty!"
"The leader is mighty!"
"Haha, you brat, now you know how powerful we are about religion, right?"
...
The religious people around him cheered and jeered at Lin Yang.
After all, Wen Moxin is Wenmo Xin. How can he be able to sit in the position of the religious leader without some means?
"Miracle Doctor Lin!"
Liu Rushi here was anxious and was about to step forward, but the old woman stopped her in time.
"Grandma..." Liu Rushi bit her lips lightly.
Yao Wang didn't say a word, just shook his head gently.
A trace of loneliness and pain flashed across Liu Rushi's eyes, and she finally stopped.
Master Feng Lie said nothing, and the hesitation gradually appeared in his eyes.
If Lin Yang loses, based on what he did today, Chongzhi will definitely retaliate crazily. Even he may not be able to escape the blame. After all, in the eyes of many people, he and Lin Yang are still related.
As for Huo Ao and others, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, he can't hold it anymore!" Huo Ao laughed.
"Yeah." Huo Jianguo nodded, his previous nervousness disappeared and he smiled.
"After all, medical martial arts is not a formal martial art. When you meet these martial arts masters who are famous for their skills, his brute force and speed are just a joke." The sword king here shook his head and continued to drink.
"I don't agree with what you said, senior. I do know a master of medicine and martial arts who has excellent methods." Ying Polang said with a smile.
The Sword King glanced at him and said nothing.
At this moment, Wen Moxin had already restarted his offensive and hit Lin Yang directly on the head.
This punch is going to be shot directly by Lin Yang!
Lin Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, but he was not in a hurry, and he took a silver needle and pricked his chest, as if he was doing emergency treatment.
But facing a master like Wen Moxin, what effect can his silver needles have?
"Huangkou kid, surrender!"
At the end of the article, he shouted coldly and dropped his arm fiercely.
Lin Yang immediately raised his hands and blocked it.
Click!
The sound of bones breaking came out.
But this time it wasn't the opponent's bones that were broken, but Lin Yang's!
He endured the severe pain and took a few steps back again, but he was unwilling to do so. He held the silver needle in his mouth, spit it out into his arms, stabilized the injury with the silver needle, and then struck back at Wen Moxin.
"Huang shake your legs!" Wen Mo shouted coldly, raised his feet, spun his body and hit Lin Yang hard on the shoulder.
Bang!
Lin Yang flew out again and fell heavily to the ground.
At the end of the article, Xin rushed forward wildly and raised his fists to strike hard.
That extremely terrifying move was used again, and Lin Yang was completely overwhelmed. He was knocked to the ground repeatedly, his body was torn and bloody, and he was extremely miserable.
