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Liu'er's left arm was raised in front of her chest as her right fist suddenly struck out, aiming straight at He Chuan's shoulder. It was one of the "Evil Mirror Form" moves. This heaven defying mirror style focused on a single punch. The other punch was in response, a move that saw the opponent's weakness in the midst of a battle and turned defense into offense. Like hell in a mirror, it shows the sins of all beings. He Chuan had seen Fu Yuan's punch and knew that this move was easy to defend against and difficult to deal with. However, it would be disgraceful to think of dodging it. He moved to the side, reached out his right palm and slapped Liu'er's shoulder.

When Liu'er saw him attack, her left fist wavered a bit and was about to swing towards his armpit. The corner of He Chuan's mouth lifted as he flipped his wrist. Abandoning Liu'er's shoulder, he quickly took her left elbow and broke through this move. Liu'er did not retreat in the face of danger. She took a step forward with her right foot and slightly leaned to the side. Her right fist also left He Chuan's shoulder as it suddenly slid towards his left cheek. Her left arm suddenly slanted and smashed towards He Chuan's forearm.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged ten moves. He Chuan was secretly shocked. He didn't think that Liu'er would be able to adapt so randomly in such a short period of time. The more everyone in the hall watched, the more dazed they became. Liu'er's moves were no longer as smooth as flowing water. Only now could they see that there were actually so many changes to each move.

The two of them continued to fight for a while more, and their Six Year Fist Technique became more and more familiar with each other as the wind blew through their fists. He Chuan couldn't stop fighting and couldn't help but feel anxious. He suddenly jumped away and shouted, "Wait!" Liu'er immediately stopped and asked, "How is it?" He Chuan looked at Fu Yuan who was standing not far away and asked him, "The Divine Monk's Fist Arts are exquisite and I admire you so much. However, if we were to talk about the number one fist technique in the world, this one would not agree. This was because the level of one's martial arts varied from person to person, so naturally, this set of Primal Fist Divine Monks were the best in the world. Others, after all, have yet to see you become number one in the world. "

Fu Yuan did not understand what he meant and asked, "What are you trying to say? Just say it quickly, there's no need to beat around the bush. " He Chuan said, "I have the guts. If I win against the Divine Monk's disciple today, I can only win against him. I won't win against the Divine Monk's fist arts, I hope Divine Monk doesn't blame me." Fu Yuan narrowed his eyes as he thought to himself, "So you are afraid that the old demon will hurt you." Then he said, "If the old monster says he doesn't care about the affairs of the martial arts world, he will keep his word. If you kill him today, the old monster will not even touch you once. " He Chuan said, "This is what the Godly Monk said himself. No matter what I say today, you will absolutely not make things difficult for me, right?" Zhang Zuoji could tell that his words had other intentions, but before he could say anything to stop him, Fu Yuan said, "Yes! It's just that there's no need for you to say anything more. " She had already promised him.

He Chuan chuckled and then said to Liu'er, "Since the Divine Monk has said so, then I will no longer have any scruples. I will no longer show mercy." Liu'er said angrily, "Who asked you, a vicious thief, to be lenient? What vicious methods do you have? Use them as much as you want!" With that, the two began to fight again. Zhang Jiuyou took the opportunity to complain to Fu Yuan, "Monk, why don't you think about it and just agree to others' demands? He Chuan said that no matter what you did today, you were not allowed to touch him. You naturally wouldn't care if you killed the little hero, so what if he burned Shaolin Temple? Are you going to watch it too? " When Fu Yuan heard about this, he felt that he had made a mistake. However, he promised Reverend Hui Xin and the others that he would never hurt anyone again, so he argued, "Him being able to burn Shaolin is also his ability. The old demon said to ignore it. "

He Chuan was fighting with Liu'er on the side. After hearing Fu Yuan's words, he was finally relieved and thought, "He was originally a high monk from Shaolin Temple, but now he doesn't even care about burning Shaolin Temple. I will take this brat's life!" He felt both joy and hatred. He suddenly changed his hand, using the Dragon Venom Palm that he thought he was so proud of. A purple mist was ejected from his palm. It was extremely evil. Liu'er waved her sleeves and dispersed the fog, then jumped back a few steps. She was not in a hurry and was instead happy. It's just that whether I can save Big Bro is up to me. "

He Chuan saw that he was forced to retreat by his own palm, and became even more proud, laughing: "Isn't it too much of a pity that the monk's number one fist technique was so humiliated by you? Today, I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of the Divine Monk so that I won't ruin his reputation. " Liu'er coldly snorted and angrily said, "Cut the crap! If you're not dead today, then I'm dead! What reputation do you have?"

As the two spoke, they began to fight again. He Chuan's left palm was dark red, while his right palm was emerald green, slapping down on Liu'er's body. Liu'er knew that his palm was extremely poisonous, and if she were to touch even a little bit of it, she would definitely not feel any better. But since he was prepared to die and because of the advice that Fu Yuan gave him, he steeled his heart, clenched his fists, and welcomed He Chuan's palms.

Everyone was greatly shocked. This kind of fighting style was simply suicidal. They couldn't help but cry out in surprise, thinking that even if the monk taught them kung fu, they would still inevitably be poisoned to death. White Ghost cried out in alarm and shouted, "Second Brother, be careful, this bandit's poisonous palm is really powerful!" As soon as the voice fell, Liu'er's left fist had already blocked He Chuan's right palm. She suddenly increased her strength and struck out with a strong force from her arm. The corner of He Chuan's mouth lifted as he laughed inwardly, thinking to himself, "You still don't know how powerful my poison palm is. The more I use inner force, the stronger the poison is." He suddenly pushed harder, and a green mist shot out and coiled around Liu'er's left arm.

Liu'er suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her left arm. She knew that she had been poisoned and was not in a hurry to withdraw. She pressed her hand against his palm and channeled inner force. He Chuan's left palm followed suit, anxiously looking for Liu'er's right fist, wanting to slap him again to poison him. However, Liu'er's punch was a feint. He Chuan's palm turned into a claw as he clawed at his wrist.

He Chuan had listened to Liu'er's words, and because his left fist was poisoned, he did not have any defense against this attack. He was sure that Liu Ming wanted to compete with him in inner force, so he would definitely punch him, but he did not expect him to grab his wrist. After a moment of hesitation, he had already locked down the acupoint on his wrist. He Chuan was greatly shocked as he hurriedly channeled his internal energy to fight back. But now that his acupoints were being suppressed, how could it be left to him? He felt his wrist go numb and his left arm go numb. Liu'er did not wait for him to save her with his right hand. She grabbed He Chuan's left arm and swiftly patted it towards He Chuan's chest. With a "bang," He Chuan's chest hurt and he was hit by his own left palm.

Liu'er let go of He Chuan's arm and jumped a few steps away. Her mind went into a daze, and she hurriedly held him up a few times to prevent him from falling to the ground. When she looked at him again, cold sweat was dripping down her forehead. She thought that she had been poisoned and had to endure it alone. When he looked at He Chuan again, he saw that He Chuan had long since removed the clothes from his chest and a pair of black palm prints were imprinted on his chest. On the bore, she looked at Liu'er in fear and shock, "Why didn't you use your fist to hit me, instead using my own palm?"

Liu'er panted heavily, "My fist is not poisonous, your palm is poisonous. If I don't use my poison palm to hit you, how would you be willing to take out the antidote? " He Chuan was shocked and then realized that the reason Liu'er injured him with her poison palm was to see what kind of antidote she was going to use to clear her doubts. He smiled sinisterly and said, "You purposely poisoned me when you fought with me just now, it was to lure me in. "Hehe, a good way is a good one. I will save myself, so I definitely won't use poison." As he spoke, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his bag and said, "But you yourself are severely injured, so how are you going to get my antidote?"