Late at night, Yang Lin was sitting cross-legged in the room next to Yang Cheng. If anything happened to Yang Cheng, it would be best to take action in time.

At this time, the wind is high, the night is dark, the moon is high, and the night is quiet. Everyone is sleeping.

Sparse sounds sounded, brisk and not obvious. As the gentle footsteps of Shengsheng fell to the ground, Yang Lin opened his eyes.

Finally couldn't wait any longer.

In the dark night, the moon shed a ray of light, and several figures appeared outside Yang Lin's room, whispering.

A small hole was broken in the window, and a pipe was stretched in. A few wisps of white smoke drifted in.

After a few seconds, the people outside saw no response inside, so they opened the door and saw a young man lying on the bed, fresh and handsome, sleeping deeply.

"Yes, that's him." One of the masked men in black whispered.

Two men in black came to the bed and prepared to put Yang Lin into the sack that had been prepared.

Unfortunately, Yang Lin was not affected by the smoke at all at this time. With lightning strikes, Yang Lin clicked on the acupuncture points of the two masked men, and then attacked the remaining man in black in the room.

The man in black was tall. When he saw Yang Lin take action, he was shocked. He put his right palm forward and struck directly at Yang Lin.

The two palms are about to face each other.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lin twisted his palm, moved the man in black's hand, grabbed the man in black's wrist, moved it four or two times, and then pulled it with the force, hitting the man in black's back with a palm. In the dark night, the man in black could not tell the direction.

, I was at a loss. After receiving Yang Lin's palm, my blood boiled and the taste was extremely unpleasant.

The man in black staggered and bumped into the wall. He was heartbroken and stopped attacking. He used all his energy and was ready to give it a try.

Yang Lin was already familiar with the location of the room and could distinguish the location even in the dark.

At the same time, Yang Lin was also a little surprised. This person had good skills and strong defense. He must have mastered the method of training the golden body.

I don’t know if other people in the inn are okay, so I decided to fight quickly. A flying knife appeared in Yang Lin’s hand, an ordinary flying knife.

There was a flash of cold light. The tall masked man in the lead had a stunned expression and was still on the defensive. Unfortunately, he no longer had to defend. Because there was a flying knife stuck in his throat. He didn't know when it was inserted. It was silent and without a trace.

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He died when he first saw the flying knife, which had already hit its target.

There was a clang, but he was dead on the ground.

Yang Lin cut off the hand tendons and hamstrings of the other two men in black to prevent them from escaping.

Walking towards Yangcheng Daytime Residence

Sure enough, two men in black came out of the room we were staying in. There was nothing in the room.

The sound of fighting in Yang Lin's room alerted the two people, but unfortunately it was too late, Yang Lin had already dealt with the three of them.

Without saying a word, the two of them rushed towards Yang Lin. Since Yang Lin was fine, then the other three were fine.

The two of them drew their swords and stabbed straight. The most basic sword moves had various changes to defend against the enemy, strike first and strike later.

Yang Lin casually picked up an iron rod. Blocking it from left to right, the swords and sticks collided, making the sound of gold and jade.

Tossing and turning to avoid the killing moves of the double swords.

What kind of sword technique is this? The sword moves are changing, like rain washing away dust from top to bottom, stabbing Yang Lin's limbs.

Yang Lin took advantage of the situation and retreated, using his strength to take advantage of the gap and climb onto the roof.

Two men in black chased after him with swords drawn.

As it rose into the sky, it suddenly stopped.

With a plop, the two fell to the ground at the same time, twitched a few times, and made no more movement. They died, no surprise, with a flying knife stuck in their throats.

Yang Lin rolled over and landed on the ground. The fight between several people had already alarmed many people. Yang Lin moved the two bodies into the room.

Yang Lin found that the two masked men he had picked on were dead, with black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths. Yang Lin opened the mouth of one of them, and there was a poisonous pill in the corner of his mouth.

He committed suicide. Yang Lin didn't care about it anymore, walked out of the room and closed the door.

In the firewood room in the backyard of Ruilai Inn, Yang Lin pushed aside the firewood and reached out to turn over a stone slab, revealing a hole in the ground. Yang Lin walked down the steps.

There were two paths inside. Yang Lin walked along the left path. The lights inside were bright, and it was Yang Cheng who was fidgeting restlessly, covering his chest and coughing. His pale face looked a little scary under the light.

"Second uncle, why aren't you asleep yet?" Yang Lin's voice sounded underground.

"Yang Lin, it's great that you're okay. I heard the sound of swords just now. Is someone coming?" Yang Cheng asked with relief when he saw that Yang Lin was okay.

"Well, five people came, all of them died, and two committed suicide." Yang Lin said calmly.

"All dead?"

"Well, second uncle, two of them are masters of swordsmanship. Their swordsmanship is infinitely varied and exquisite. The other three are like bandits. Do you know who they are?"

"It is indeed them. They are here for our Yang family."

"Second uncle, who are they?" At this moment, the anger in Yang Lin's heart was aroused.

It is not Yang Lin's character to be passive, he can only take the initiative and kill with one blow.

"They are from Wuji Sect and Lianyun Village." Yang Cheng coughed a few times and replied in a pale voice, but it was much better than during the day, when even one person could not get up alone.

Yang Lin put his right hand on his back and injected his true energy again. He corrected his injured and twisted meridians and caused congestion in his piston.

Yang Cheng spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling much better.

"Why did Wuji Sect, Lianyun Village, Second Uncle, Wuji Sect and Lianyun Village attack our Yang family?" Yang Lin expressed the questions in his heart.

"Because that flower-picking thief and your father once killed the one-armed thief Wang Long, who was the brother of the head of Lianyun Village. Maybe there are other reasons."

"What does the flower picker have to do with Wuji Sect and Lianyun Village?"

"That day, I held hands with the flower-picking thief and found that his breath was disordered and his body was exuding hot yang energy. I was about to take him down on the spot, but two people appeared to rescue him. Although they only took a moment.

He retreated, but the flower picker left one thing behind."

"What something."

A jade bottle appeared in Yang Cheng's hand, then he opened the bottle, found it empty, and handed it to Yang Lin.

But there is a smell left in the bottle, the smell of elixir, the air of ice, giving people a cool feeling.

"What's in this should be Bing Xin Dan." Yang Cheng is well-informed.

"Bingxin Pill, this is a pill that regulates internal energy and resolves the scorching sun energy." Yang Lin looked at the bottle in his hand.

"That's right, the flower-picking thief either went crazy or was poisoned. He had excess yang energy in his body, so he reached out to the girl in the city and used Bingxin Pill to vent the yang energy." Yang Cheng pointed the mouth of the bottle at the bottle.

Candlelight shines on the inside of the bottle.

Yang Lin saw a mark on the inside of the bottle, a sword tip.

"Did you see clearly? This is the symbol of the Wuji Sect. The average disciple cannot get this kind of jade bottle, let alone throw it away. I once heard that Su Shirong, the son of the leader of the Wuji Sect, became possessed by practicing the Chiyang Divine Art. And

The figure of the flower picker is also seven feet tall, very similar to Su Shirong."

"Is that the Wuji Sword Su Shirong who ranks thirty-fifth on the list?"
Chapter completed!