Chapter 184 Battle of the Grandmasters

Grandmaster Lu was lying on the ground, not to mention him, even the power of the medicine was gradually fading, and it was no longer enough to support him to stand up again.

In the arena, Bai Mu faced Lin Lang directly, full of gunpowder.

Countless eyes focused on the two of them.

"Are you going to settle with me?"

Lin Lang looked at the other party with a smile that was not a smile: "It just so happens that I want to find you too. The one who intercepted and killed me at the foot of the mountain was also part of the Bai family."

On the first day of the Martial Arts Conference, the Bai family coveted the Foundation Establishment Pill in Lin Lang's hands, and followed him down the mountain to hunt him down. Later, Lin Lang cursed him to death.

It can be said that even if Bai Mu didn't mention it, Lin Lang didn't forget it.

"You did it?" Bai Mu's pupils shrank slightly.

He naturally knew about this, and he was one of the parties involved. He remembered that the younger generation of the Bai family was cursed and died in front of him.

This matter was strange when I thought about it at the beginning, but now it seems that even if the murderer is not Lin Youye, he may have something to do with it.

What puzzled Bai Mu was, would such a young man be a master of Dharma practice?

Of course, this is just Bai Mu's idea.

The other warriors had already exploded, and looked at Lin Lang full of pity.

The Grandmaster of the Lu family has been abolished, and the biggest protective umbrella behind Lin Youye has been broken.

At this time, he still refused to admit defeat. Where did he get the courage?

"Since you admit it voluntarily, it would be great. I thought you would run away with your tail between your legs." Bai Mu snorted coldly.

He has long been the Taishan Beidou standing in the Chinese martial arts world, even if the other party is really a master of cultivation, so what?

The cultivation base at the peak in the middle stage of transformation is enough to make him the capital to stand out from the crowd.

"I've never been afraid of anyone, you're not a martial artist. After all, you would never have imagined what kind of power I would get from stepping into this realm."

Bai Mu's words paused, and they resounded clearly and unmistakably around.

He flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a gust of wind surged, and a hurricane was set off out of thin air on the spot, rolling up the debris all over the ground, and rushed towards Lin Lang.

Those who practice the law may have the ability to control the wind, but at the peak of martial arts, it is also the same way to the same goal.

"Having cultivated martial arts so far, I am afraid that the strength of the army is helpless."

Everyone looked at Bai Mu with infinite admiration. His hand was almost a god in the hearts of the warriors.

"The destructive power of this gust of wind alone is enough to kill and injure a peak fighter, how can he resist it."

Everyone looked at Lin Lang.

Lin Lang's face was calm, and he didn't move his feet at all. He raised his palm slightly and pressed down.

For some reason, the hurricane seems to have met its master at this time, it is no longer violent, but docile like a good baby.

It slowly shrunk until it turned into a small tornado visible to the naked eye, but the size of a palm, lingering at Lin Lang's fingertips.

The whirlwind turned and turned, and everything returned to calm, but the ground was already riddled with holes.

"I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to be a master of cultivation."

Bai Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, what he was probing was Lin Lang's details. Unexpectedly, it was the result of his conjecture.

Hearing this, the warriors were all solemn, looking at Lin Lang solemnly with all kinds of expressions.

With Bai Mu's personal acknowledgment, everyone realized that the person standing opposite turned out to be a master of Dharma practice. It is already an established fact that Bai Mu can be convinced.

"It turns out that he is a master of Dharma practice. No wonder he can remain calm when facing Bai Ting Xu Zhan."

Only then can everyone figure it out, and it's no wonder that people are talking big, and even the master is not persuaded. Indeed, a master of Dharma practice has no reason to be afraid of masters of fellow practitioners.

What made it difficult for them to accept was Lin Lang's age. He looked only ten or twenty years old, but how could he have such a cultivation level.

Finally, someone suddenly remembered something and screamed out.

"Young master, young master, the original rumors were about him!"

"It turned out to be him! I still thought it was a non-existent rumor."

Ignoring the shock Lin Lang left for others, Bai Mu had already made a bold move at this time.

He jumped forward, and the distance between him and Lin Lang was less than half a meter, almost face to face.

Bai Mu has a lot of combat experience, he knows that the master of cultivation is good at long-distance attack, even if it is a level higher, it may make the master of martial arts burnt out.

However, melee combat is a common shortcoming of the masters of the cultivation method. In hand-to-hand combat, the master of the cultivation method is equivalent to zero in the eyes of martial arts experts.

Naturally, he would not leave Lin Lang this opportunity.

"If I were you, I would definitely not let a martial arts master get so close."

"You're still too young!"

Bai Mu looked at Lin Lang with a half-smile.

Xu Zhan also nodded subconsciously. Indeed, being approached by a martial arts master, the defense of the cultivation master is useless.

"yes?"

Lin Lang didn't lift his eyelids.

"It is indeed possible for me to be the master of cultivation as you say, but I am not. It is a pity that you will never expect my ability."

It is true that a master of cultivation cannot confront a master of martial arts head-on, but Lin Lang is neither!

He is an immortal cultivator. The so-called cultivator on earth, martial arts, and horizontal training are added together, and the combination of these three can be called an immortal cultivator.

Of course, the premise is that they must have

A book of cultivating immortals. Since Lin Lang was born, he has never seen an orthodox cultivator similar to him.

"Oh? Then I have to take a good look at your abilities."

Bai Mu laughed loudly, and punched Lin Lang with his fist horizontally. It looked like a simple and unpretentious horizontal punch, but in Bai Mu's hands, there were thousands of changes and hidden mysteries.

The same Baijiaquan, in Bai Chen's hands is one feeling, in Bai Ting's hands is another feeling, but in Bai Mu's hands it is exquisite.

Great ingenuity without attacking, exquisite and full!

"It's nothing more than a small trick, this kind of attack can't do anything to me."

Lin Lang's face was calm, without any panic, he greeted him with one palm, and grabbed Bai Mu's wrist with his backhand.

Bai Mu's mighty fist was just blocked at this moment, no matter how hard it was to advance an inch

.

At the same time, Lin Lang pushed back, kneading Bai Mu's fist into a circle, and pushed it back.

"Huh? You actually also practice martial arts."

Bai Mu stopped his decline and frowned subconsciously, but it was a little unexpected.

He originally thought that Lin Lang's close body was completely empty.

But this was not enough to make him flustered, he raised his other hand, his fists were as dense as rain

, The crackling of the clothes was as crisp as big beads falling on a jade plate.

As soon as he turned around, more than a dozen fist shadows blasted towards Lin Lang in an instant.

"This is the momentum. The core of Baijiaquan is subtle. I didn't expect that Baijiaquan has been practiced to such an extent by him."

"Although Bai Mu has inherited the Bai family boxing, his ultimate move, Ninghan Waterfall, has not yet appeared. I don't know if he can be lucky today."

Well-informed people speak.

At this time, Bai Mu was almost going all out. Every time he poked his foot forward, he would shovel out a deep ravine, and he would slash and hang with his backhand to meet the enemy, like a reel turning, chopping and slashing horizontally.

However, Lin Lang has no pressure in the face, and his offense and defense are perfect, without any flaws.

"Lin Youye is so powerful." Wu Xinghe's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Originally thought that Lin Lang was relying on the protection of the Grandmaster of the Lu family, but now he realized that he was relying on himself.

With him around, it is enough to stand out from the crowd.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, and there was still no winner between the two.

Bai Mu was also unavoidably impatient. He was already a master in the Huaxia martial arts world, but facing such a brat, even dozens of moves were still useless.

"This kid is as talented as a monster, and I'm afraid his strength is not inferior to mine, so we must get rid of him!" Bai Mu felt awe-inspiring.

He was really afraid of Lin Lang's talent, and now he might be able to overwhelm the opponent with his cultivation.

But what about one year later, ten years later?

I'm afraid it won't take long for this young man to overtake him.

The strength and talent shown by Lin Lang were enough to increase Bai Mu's killing intent and completely wiped out the grass.

"Forget it, I won't entangle with him, it's time to use that trick."

Bai Mu muttered to himself, completely determined to use his unique skill, freezing the cold waterfall.

It is this move, which he adapted with great wisdom based on the most powerful technique of the Yin-Yang Taoist, Hantan Ruler. Although it is not as subtle as it is, the effect it uses is nine out of ten.

It was this move that allowed him to reach the top of the martial arts conference. Of course, this is based on the premise that those few old monsters did not participate.

"Ning Han Waterfall!"

Bai Mu gave a soft shout, and at this moment, the air in the entire Wanfoding dropped several degrees. It was clearly still summer, and it should be extremely hot in Sichuan and Sichuan. At this time and place, people couldn't help shivering.

The air is filled with fine particles of ice crystals, like dots of stars, and the cold air visible to the naked eye is constantly drifting forward.

Condensed water turns into ice, Lin Hanjian is solemn, and flying thousands of feet is an ice waterfall.

"The so-called Ninghan Waterfall."

Xu Zhan's gaze was like a torch. He had naturally heard of the name of Ninghan Waterfall, but he was lucky enough to see it once.

As for Bai Ting, seeing Bai Mu's old Patriarch use this trick, he was determined. Because in his memory, it is not that Bai Mu has never encountered a considerable opponent, but none of them can escape from the cover of Ninghan Waterfall safely.

This move already represented invincibility.

"Give it to me!"

Over there, Bai Mu roared again, the surrounding air became even colder, and the ubiquitous cold wave and ice crystals enveloped Lin Lang in an instant.

Following Bai Mu's order, no matter it was the moisture or ice crystals in the air, they all turned into ice prisons at this time, with no room to move his body, and Lin Lang was imprisoned in it, unable to move.

"Acknowledge your fate. Even a strong man who is a level higher than me cannot escape from the Ninghan Waterfall. It should be your honor to die under my hand."

Bai Mu's face was expressionless, and his fist, which had accumulated half of his body strength, blasted towards the top of Lin Lang's head.

Lin Lang couldn't move, as if he was slaughtered by others. At this moment, Lin Lang fell into a difficult and dangerous situation!