While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

As they fell, their bones broke and their pulses snapped, and they all fell silent.

With this palm strike, the once noisy Xingxiu Sect disciples instantly fell silent, staring at Tang Bohu with terrified expressions.

They never expected that they could be attacked even while hiding behind Ding Chunqiu; it was incredibly unsafe!

The disciples of the Starry Constellation Sect were nothing more than a bunch of cowardly rabble who were afraid of death. Once frightened, they all shut their mouths and dared not make a sound or become the first to speak out.

If the opponent were to launch another "hit from across the mountain" attack, the old immortal couldn't protect them.

Ding Chunqiu loved flattery more than anything else in his life. Seeing his disciples fall silent, he flew into a rage, waved his feather fan forward, and unleashed a powerful surge of internal energy towards Tang Bohu.

After Tang Bohu unleashed the "Hitting the Ox Across the Mountain" technique, he quickly opened his mouth and inhaled a bellyful of air, his chest bulging, before exhaling all the pent-up energy in his abdomen!

"call--"

A gust of wind arose, and the internal forces collided, dissipating into nothingness.

The remaining wind force spread in all directions.

With a slight flutter of their robes, several nearby "spectators" remained silent, but suddenly revealed mysterious smiles on their faces.

A sharp-eyed disciple of the Starry Constellation Sect happened to witness this scene and was immediately horrified, his face showing extreme fear!

Then, they pushed and shoved each other, scrambling to back away.

Seeing the onlookers' fearful and terrified demeanor, the crowd couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Suddenly, the sounds of people falling to the ground rang out one after another.

But after those people laughed eerily three times, they collapsed to the ground and died instantly.

He died with a smile on his face.

It turns out that when Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan, he was ostensibly using internal force to attack the enemy, but in reality, he had secretly hidden the "Three Laughs Carefree Powder" poison powder inside and sent it to Tang Bohu.

This poisonous powder is colorless and odorless, extremely fine, and when combined with the internal force applied, it causes dust to swirl around, making it virtually impossible to distinguish.

Even if Tang Bohu's martial arts skills were high, he would definitely not notice.

Unexpectedly, Tang Bohu blew his breath into the wind, directly blowing the "Three Laughs Carefree Powder" back, causing the people who were nearby to suffer a terrible misfortune.

The onlookers were all startled. Although they didn't know the specific truth, they could guess what was going on and quickly retreated a considerable distance.

This spectacle is quite risky... I ended up getting caught in the crossfire without even realizing it.

"Wow!"

The three talented men of Suzhou even cried out in an exaggerated manner, covering their chests with their hands, acting as if they were "a little scared".

Xu Zhenqing: "What incredible poison skills! Could this old monster have grown up breathing poison gas?!"

Zhu Zhishan: "What's the use of strong poison skills if you can't hit anyone? Bo Hu is still the best!"

Wen Zhengming: "Bohu, what kind of move was that just now?"

Tang Bohu was also terrified by Ding Chunqiu's poison skills, but despite his fear, he still had to put on a show.

Then he turned to his three friends and gave them a smug grin, saying proudly, "This is the unparalleled divine skill passed down in my Tang family for subduing demons, exorcising evil spirits, controlling poisons, and eliminating toxins—Qi~Swallowing~the~World~!"

Zhu Zhishan: "Wow! That's amazing! It's also a family heirloom, but it seems even more powerful than my family's 'Milking Dragon Claw Hand'?"

Wen Zhengming: "Even my family's 'two-finger Zen' is inferior to his."

Xu Zhenqing: "Hey, don't say anymore. My family's 'Iron Crotch Kung Fu' is completely useless against this kind of old poisoner."

"Um?!"

As soon as Xu Zhenqing finished speaking, Tang Bohu and the other two turned to look at him.

Xu Zhenqing was taken aback, feeling a chill run down his spine under the intense stares of the three men. He instinctively covered his groin with his hands and asked nervously, "Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

Tang Bohu and the other two nodded in unison.

Tang Bohu: "Completely useless?"

Zhu Zhishan: "Really?"

Wen Zhengming: "Not necessarily!"

Xu Zhenqing: "..."

I often feel out of place with you guys because I'm not weird enough.

Seeing that Tang Bohu still had the mind to joke around at this time, Ding Chunqiu was furious and shouted, "You ungrateful brat! Die, you old immortal!"

Although he had the upper hand in the fight just now, he had fought a young man for a long time without being able to defeat him, and had even lost several disciples, which undoubtedly greatly damaged his reputation.

If he doesn't teach the other party a painful lesson, how can he, the Star Immortal, still have a place in the martial arts world?

With a swift movement, his sleeves billowing, his posture was extremely elegant, yet concealing a murderous intent, as he pounced on Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu's expression turned serious, his eyes grew solemn, and he said in a cold voice, "Fine! You forced me to do this!"

As he spoke, he drew large circles with both hands, channeling his true energy into his palms, quickly condensing and compressing it to form a blue-white spherical ball of true energy.

A terrifying force was about to erupt, and it was unleashed fiercely when Ding Chunqiu was only two zhang away!

"Kamehameha!"

With a series of explosive bursts of true energy, a powerful shockwave spread out like ripples on a lake, sweeping across Ding Chunqiu in a crescent shape...

As soon as Ding Chunqiu entered the shockwave's range, he felt a numbing sensation in his body. A force like an electric current blasted him into the sky and then penetrated his body, attempting to damage his internal organs and meridians.

Zhu Zhishan: "Wow, in this situation, my family's ancestral 'Poison Dragon Heart-Piercing Drill' is the perfect tool!"

Xu Zhenqing: "Isn't your family's ancestral technique the 'Dragon Claw Milking Hand'?"

Wen Zhengming: "It is obvious that his family has more than one ancestral martial art. Just like my family, there is also a 'Dual Heaven of Ice and Fire' technique."

The onlookers were speechless when they heard the three shouting and yelling.

Are these the Four Great Talents of Suzhou?

These are the four major thugs!

Tang Bohu ignored his three friends and, fearing that Ding Chunqiu might not be dead, leaped up and thrust his spear straight into Ding Chunqiu's heart.

While in the air, Ding Chunqiu busily used the "Dissolving Power Technique" to dispel the invading true energy, and his paralyzed body returned to normal.

As Tang Bohu thrust his spear at him, he smiled coldly and his sleeves billowed out.

More than ten bright green phosphorescent sparks transformed into "rockets," shooting down at Tang Bohu from above.

"Oh no! He can still move!"

Tang Bohu's expression changed drastically. His spearhead trembled, and he flicked the tip of the spear repeatedly, deflecting the phosphorescent sparks.

However, he felt no joy at all, only despair.

What makes Ding Chunqiu most feared is not his Grandmaster level or his flashy phosphorescent fire, but his poison skills!

On the ground, he could dodge the 3.7 guerrilla attack, but in the air, with nowhere to get leverage, how could he possibly withstand the attack of poison with just ordinary internal energy?

As expected, Ding Chunqiu showed him no mercy. Following the phosphorescent fire, he unleashed a large cloud of poison powder.

The three talented scholars cried out in alarm, their faces turning pale.

Unexpectedly, Tang Bohu, who was evenly matched with Ding Chunqiu just moments before, found himself in dire straits due to a single miscalculation.

It is evident that when masters clash, every move is dangerous, and victory or defeat often hinges on a single thought, with life and death decided in an instant!

Just when everyone thought Tang Bohu was in grave danger, a powerful sword aura suddenly entered the scene, sweeping away all the poison powder!

Someone has intervened!

A dashing white-clad swordsman leaped into the arena, grabbed Tang Bohu, and tossed him behind him.

Then, with a single stroke, he drew his sword and sheathed it again, sending the relentless Ding Chunqiu flying more than three zhang away.

062 A Powerful Entry, Shen Lang in White

"What a light gong!"

"Good swordsmanship!"

Among the spectators, many secretly cheered in approval.

All eyes turned to him, and the white-clad swordsman was young, only in his early twenties, with striking features and an exceptionally handsome appearance.

His lips curled slightly upward, and even when he wasn't smiling, there was a hint of amusement in them. He looked languid and seemed indifferent to everything.

His appearance drew silent applause from many: "What a handsome young man!"

Even Huang Yaoshi and Zhao Tianhao nodded in agreement.

Jiang Sishui looked at that rather familiar face and had a vague guess in her mind, but she wasn't sure.

Of course, there are those who appreciate it, and there are also those who dislike it.

Murong Fu was already very unhappy when he saw Tang Bohu, who was younger than him but had similar martial arts skills, feeling that the name "Southern Murong" had been challenged.

Suddenly, he saw the white-clad swordsman again, who forcefully forced Ding Chunqiu back as soon as he entered the arena, and his expression darkened even more.

His eyes were sinister, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memories. He let out a cold snort and turned to leave.

The four retainers exchanged glances, wisely refrained from saying anything, and followed behind.