Mo Yang was originally a descendant of a famous Mo family in China. He hurt people in his family due to personal affairs and had to escape. He then joined the sword camp abroad.

The Mohist school is a school that talks about "either love but not attack". Two thousand years ago, the Chinese school of thought contended by a hundred schools of thought, and the Mohist school was one of them.

The heads of the Mo family and the disciples of the Mo family have been famous figures in the Chinese martial arts world.

The Mo family’s internal skills are passed down, the Mo Wu magic skills! The external poison palm and the Tiancan Cold Palm! They are all first-class and best skills.

Mo Yang was able to force Lin Heng to retreat with one move, which shows that his power was quite powerful.

Li Xing looked at the young man with long light blue hair and asked curiously: "Are you a member of the Mo family? I think I have absolutely not admitted my mistake in the Tiancan Han Palm just now."

Mo Yang smiled and said, "You are brothers Li Xing. I'm in Mo Yang. Why are you polite? I'm the abandoned son of the Mo family and dare not steal the name of the Mo family."

When Li Xing heard Mo Yang say that he was an abandoned son of the Mo family, he understood one or two in his heart. He nodded and did not engage in more entanglements on this topic.

Seeing that he was so tactful, Mo Yang looked up at him, then turned his head and said to Chen Xiao, "Boss, I have been busy with intelligence networks before. I haven't come to see you right away. Don't blame me."

Chen Xiao pretended to be serious and asked, "Since you know I'm going to be angry, why don't you come out later?"

Mo Yang smiled and said, "Look at the boss you mentioned, you asked me to accompany you by name."

"You boy." Chen Xiao smiled and cursed, and asked again: "How is it? I have been hiding for so long. Has your intelligence network been done?"

Mo Yang shook his head embarrassedly and said, "It hasn't been done yet, but I promise that this trip, the intelligence is definitely not a problem!"

Chen Xiao nodded with satisfaction. Li Xing and Yao Chong on the side were both secretly sighing in their hearts. Brother Xiao was indeed full of masters, and there were all kinds of talented people and strangers.

The few people were having a happy chat. Lin Heng finally removed the Tiancan Han poison on his palm. He looked at Mo Yang angrily and shouted: "Boy, you dare to block my way and seek death!"

As he said that, Lin Heng used his internal strength, placed his hands in front of his face, his palms facing outward, and ran towards Mo Yang.

Seeing that Lin Heng was still provoking, Chen Xiao patted Mo Yang on the shoulder and said, "Don't hold back, you'll be able to beat him to death."

Hearing this, Lin Heng became even more angry. He shouted loudly, spread his hands apart, bent his left arm, put his back on his forehead, and placed his right hand on the ribs. While putting his left hand down, he slapped out his right hand with a palm.

"The Lin family's palm, sword and energy are all qi. Lin Heng is now hitting the Cinnabar Palm. There is another set of hand sword and wind sword. Both sets of martial arts are extremely lethal. There is another set of internal skills and mental methods. It is the sea wave energy passed down by their family. It means that the waves of the sea are endless, indicating that their internal strength recovers quickly and their skills are improved quickly."

"The Lin family's sword and energy are not considered a master martial art. Only this cinnabar palm is a set of master palm techniques that Lin Zheng specially asked for from Shaolin Temple, and is extremely powerful."

Looking at Lin Heng's actions, Li Xing explained to Chen Xiao next to him.

Chen Xiao nodded and said, "When I fought with Lin Huang before, I felt that the palm technique of their family was amazing. I didn't expect it to be the martial arts of Shaolin Temple. Didn't it mean that the martial arts of Shaolin Temple are not passed down? How did Lin ask for it?"

Li Xingdao: "I seem to have heard from my father that the Lin family had saved a monk from Shaolin Temple. After Lin Zheng sent him back to Shaolin Temple, he taught him the cinnabar palm in return."

Hearing this, Chen Xiao frowned, and he didn't know what he thought of, his face turned gloomy.

On the other side.

After Lin Heng fought with Mo Yang again, he suddenly slapped Mo Yang's wrist with his left hand. At the same time, his body turned outward, and his right hand slapped him again and hit Mo Yang's waist.

Seeing this, Mo Yang frowned slightly, and hurriedly jumped high. When he was falling, he pointed out his right hand.

"Splashing ink finger!"

In an instant, countless ink-colored fingers appeared in the air. Lin Heng was shocked and hurriedly dodged. After dodging the attacks, he immediately attacked Mo Yang.

"Cinnabar Palm! Wind Blade!"

Lin Heng used the Youfeng Sword with his left hand, waved the cinnabar palm with his right hand, and hit Mo Yang with all his strength, which was quite terrifying.

Mo Yang's palms came out together, stacked together, hitting Lin Heng's left hand, blocking his hand knife, but at the same time, Lin Heng's cinnabar palm came straight to his face.

In the critical moment, Mo Yang raised his elbow upwards, and hit Lin Heng's wrist with an elbow, breaking his cinnabar palm.

Feeling the pain on his wrist, Lin Heng gritted his teeth and exerted force with his left hand. The Youfeng Knife became even more powerful, and he pushed Mo Yang back three steps away on the spot.

After standing firmly, Mo Yang glanced at Lin Heng, then rushed towards him with a quick step, and slapped it out with his left hand.

"Tian Silkworm Cold Palm!"

Lin Heng had just suffered a loss in this move, so he naturally didn't dare to take it head-on. He used the Youfeng Sword with both hands, placed it in his chest, and his body tilted, cleverly avoiding Mo Yang's attack.

While avoiding the attack, Lin Heng slashed at Mo Yang's throat with both hands.

"You are seeking death by yourself, no wonder I am cruel!"

"Yeah?"

There was no sign of worry on Mo Yang's face, so he saw his body spinning rapidly for half a circle, and at the same time, he waved his right hand and slapped Lin Heng's right shoulder.

This palm was very powerful, and Lin Heng had no time to adjust the energy of the whole body to defend, but he staggered backwards.

Mo Yang succeeded and wanted to continue chasing, so he immediately splashed ink and pointed at Lin Heng's heart with a move.

"Forgive others if you have to forgive me, are you a little too scammers?"

Seeing that Mo Yang was about to succeed, a young man in a yellow suit suddenly fell from the air. He saw his palms appearing together and blocking Mo Yang's ink-splashing fingers.

Mo Yang was stunned. Unexpectedly, the people who came took all their fingers of ink. He shouted softly and fought at the people who came with all their might.

The other party smiled slightly, and his palms came out together, facing Mo Yang's attack. After a moment of stalemate, he exerted his internal force and directly shocked Mo Yang several steps back.

"Pure Yang Wuji Gong? Wudang Mian Palm? Master!"

Mo Yang staggered back and was caught by Yao Chong who rushed over.

At this time, Li Xing suddenly took out three flying knives from his arms and threw them at the man one after another.

The guy's brows moved with a light brow, and he smiled softly and stretched out his right hand, gestured a circle on his chest, and grabbed Li Xing's flying knife in his hand.

This scene made Li Xing's eyes widen incredibly.

"Brother Zhao Xu, don't be fine!" Chen Xiao said to the visitor.

"Brother Chen Xiao, long time no see!"

When Zhao Xu saw Chen Xiao rushing towards him with a quick step, he hurriedly used his internal skills and shot it out with a single hand.

Prajna Zen Palm is fighting for the Wudang Mian Palm!

After the two of them came into contact, Chen Xiao found that Zhao Xu's palm was as soft as a sponge, and his palm power was as powerful as a river, and it had no effect at all.

In addition to being shocked, Chen Xiao hurriedly retracted his right palm and slapped it out with his left hand, but was blocked by Zhao Xu with Wudang Mian Palm again.

"It's impolite to come but not come back. Brother Chen Xiao's palm power is amazing. I'll give you this to you now, let me see the trick!"

As he said that, Zhao Xu suddenly slapped Chen Xiao. Although it was still the Wudang Mian Palm, it contained waves of Buddha light and the word "南" Buddha seal.

Chen Xiao did not dare to neglect, and quickly spread his legs and jumped up slightly, hitting Zhao Xu's forearm from a high place, pressing his hand down a little. Then he raised his right hand high, and layers of spiral air flow burst out, aiming directly at Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu's palm fell into nothing. Seeing Chen Xiao's fierce attack, he gave another move of Mian Palm with a relaxed expression.

"Brother Chen Xiao, you can't break my palm, why bother to make that meaningless attempt? Haha."

Chen Xiao was unmoved and fell down with a knife and hit Zhao Xu's palm. Unexpectedly, Chen Xiao's attack was blocked by Zhao Xu again.

"I said to Brother Chen Xiao, it will be the same if you cut it a few times. It's useless and it's useless."

"Is that true? So what about Mian Palm? So what about Wudang's internal strength? I cut the world with one hand, and my palm is invincible, and I can't even cut your broken palm! Break it for me!"

As he said that, Chen Xiao's internal force surged, and the force of his right hand suddenly increased. The force of the hand knife was so sharp that it was unstoppable. In Zhao Xu's surprised gaze, Chen Xiao slashed down with a knife and broke his palm.

Then, Chen Xiao seized the opportunity, turned his hand into a palm, and slapped Zhao Xu in the chest, shocking him several steps back.

"How does Brother Zhao Xu feel? Isn't it difficult to digest this tiny skill?"

Zhao Xu did not answer immediately, but stretched out his right hand and looked at it, looking surprised and unable to hide it.

At this time, Zhao Xu's palm was filled with blood, which was obviously caused by a sharp weapon.

Chen Xiao's blow not only broke through Mian Palm, but also left a blood mark on Zhao Xu's hand. Such lethality is amazing.

"Cyclone slash of the Divine Palm Peak?" Zhao Xu asked with a frown.

"Haha, Brother Zhao Xu's soft palm is soft and hard, and the ordinary attack will definitely be difficult to break. Out of helplessness, I can only use a cyclone to cut it. If there is any injury, I hope I will forgive me."

Zhao Xu snorted coldly and said, "Sure enough, the scholar should treat him with admiration for three days. Brother Chen Xiao was almost beaten to death by the old man Wang of Tianshoutang last time. I didn't expect that when you meet again, you would have this ability. I have to admit that you are indeed lucky."

After a pause, Zhao Xu sneered again: "But the more this happens, the more interesting it is."

Chen Xiao nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I think it's getting more and more interesting."
Chapter completed!