When the three members of the Lin family saw Zhuo Lingfeng get up, they changed their colors slightly, spread their bodies together, and ran towards the door of the house.

But Zhuo Lingfeng had already taken the lead, left the door, flashed into the yard, and looked at the wall of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Suddenly, a sound of clothes and wind heard dozens of people flying down from the courtyard walls on both sides of the gate.

The group of people arrived at the yard without pausing, and swept open at the same time, winding into two long snake-like ranks along the bluestone path in the gate.

They were wrapped in white cloth on their heads, green clothes on their upper body, warrior scarves on their waists, bare legs and barefoots on their feet, wearing earless shoes and carrying long swords. This was exactly the outfit of the Qingcheng Sect disciples.

Everyone has a kite shoulder and a bee waist, and they are agile in their movements. Although there are differences in light skills and body skills, the difference is limited.

Each of them looked heroic and proud, and they never had the kind of cringe that they saw when they were in the "Fuzhou Old Store". They were obviously elite disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.

The escorts from the Fuwei Escort Agency also rushed out with weapons, but there were still two or three meters between the two people, so they stopped, face each other, and were on guard.

Lin Zhennan came out from the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Where do you come from, friends? What's the point of doing when you go?"

Mrs. Lin shouted angrily: "Brother, you are just too polite!

If you don’t leave, you just want to climb over the wall. What kind of good guy can you be? Who is a friend? It’s just a bunch of thieves!”

The Qingcheng disciple immediately glared and shouted in unison: "What are you talking about, a woman?"

Almost all disciples in Qingcheng are from Sichuan, so they are naturally talking about authentic Sichuan local music.

Mrs. Lin frowned and said, "Yes, I'm just talking about a fool!"

Both husband and wife actually knew that this was a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, but the two had different personalities and they were very different as soon as they spoke.

Zhuo Lingfeng just looked at the door coldly and as Mrs. Lin finished speaking.

The Qingcheng disciples did not make any arguments, and suddenly knelt on the ground with one leg, clasped their fists and said, "Welcome to Master!"

There was a figure on the eaves of the mighty and tall door of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at the man in a blue Taoist robe with a sword hanging around his waist. He was about fifty years old, with a thin face and a very short stature, less than five feet long, but his eyes were bright and bright, as bright as a star, and he looked like a vulture.

Everyone looked at his appearance, at most seventy or eighty kilograms. But he stood at the door, his figure standing like a mountain, his Taoist robe was free from wind, and his clothes were fluttering. He was really a solemn treasure, and he was powerful without anger.

It is rumored that the head of Qingcheng is a short Taoist.

Everyone had no eyesight, and they knew that it was Yu Canghai, the leader of Qingcheng.

But if he hadn't seen him personally, who would have known that he was so short, and how could he believe that he was the world-famous Master Yu Guan?

But his appearance is really too insulting!

He didn't treat the Forwi escort agency as a human at all!

The people from the Fuwei Escort Agency unknowingly held the hilt tightly. Mrs. Lin and Lin Pingzhi were even more angry and all their faces turned ashen.

After all, no one feels uncomfortable if someone is stepped on by his feet.

But Lin Zhennan is able to make the business of Fuwei Escort Agency's strong father Shengzu, who is outstanding. No matter how angry he is, his face is still as calm as usual, bows and says, "This must be the leader of Qingcheng who is so powerful that he is Yu Guan. Is Lin Zhennan very unrespectful!"

The short Taoist face was as cold as iron and did not respond.

"sorry?"

"Even my master's beloved son and disciple were killed!

Just disrespectful?"

Hou Renying, the boss of the "Qingcheng Four Shows", said coldly.

Lin Zhennan was speechless for a moment.

Zhuo Lingfeng glanced at him with a squinted eyes, his eyes shining like cold electricity, and he glanced at Hou Renying twice and said lightly: "I killed people, don't admit the wrong person!"

His voice was not high and his words were dull, but his voice seemed to be a metallic attack, making a sound.

And his eyes can see the sun and the night can see the objects. When he stares at Hou Renying's face, it is like a sharp blade.

Hou Renying felt cold sweat coming out and her heels became weak.

As the head of Yu Canghai's four major disciples, he could not take Lin Zhennan in his eyes.

But he knew that the young man in front of him was casually speaking and killed his junior brothers Yu Renhao and Fang Renzhi.

Then killing yourself will definitely be a trick.

For a moment, he was shocked by his power and was silent. He didn't know what to say, so he could only glance at the master at the door.

Yu Canghai's ashen face was cold and arrogant, and his bright eyes were slightly raised, as if he had not taken anyone in his eyes, but he had already taken everyone in the courtyard.

After hearing Zhuo Lingfeng's words, his eyes were fixed on him.

From his sword, looking at his hand, and then from his hand, he saw his face. His pale face formed a sharp contrast with his dark eyes, and said word by word: "Are you Zhuo Lingfeng?"

He was extremely short, but his voice was like a bell. These six words were about to be heard, which shocked the ears.

It not only shows a dignified momentum, but also has a solemn and intimidating power. It is worthy of being the head of Qingcheng who has been famous for decades.

Zhuo Lingfeng laughed loudly, his eyes turned to Yu Canghai's face, and he gently brushed his clothes and said in a whisper: "Not bad!

I am Zhuo Lingfeng!

Yu Canghai, you are still very talented. This time I didn’t ask me to wait in vain!”

After saying this, Yu Canghai made him angry and angry.

I didn’t go to the appointment before, that’s just disdain!

It seemed like I had no seeds and was afraid of him!

Yu Canghai went down the mountain this time, on the one hand, received an invitation from the Hengshan delegation Liu Zhengfeng and wanted to attend the Jinbai Handwashing Conference.

Of course, this is just by the way. The most important thing is to deal with the Fuwei Escort Agency and get the "Sword of Evil-Repelling".

In his opinion, this was just a trick, but unexpectedly, someone killed a few of his disciples last night and asked him to meet in the restaurant.

As a sect master, he would never go to any dates of unknown people.

He only asked Yu Renhao, one of the four great disciples, to take people to the appointment with the most intelligent Fang Renzhi, but unexpectedly they all became corpses.

How can he keep his face in check?

As soon as I received the news, I immediately rushed to the Fuwei Escort Agency and wanted to meet this young master from Zhongnan Mountain in person!

But as the head of a sect, he was a world-class master, and his eyesight was naturally extraordinary. When he saw Zhuo Lingfeng himself, he felt that the other party was so heroic. When he stood there, his figure was solemn, just like the anger of Qiantang could not be removed, which showed that his skills were extraordinary.

Yu Canghai's eyes emitted a bright light and said solemnly: "I have been walking in the world for decades, but your name is the first time I heard of it. Qingcheng Sect has no grudge against you, so why do you come and make things difficult for me?"

A "dea" sound.

Zhuo Lingfeng had a long sword in his arms, and he put his hands on the hilt of the sword and said lightly: "I never make things difficult for others, but I don't like others to make things difficult for me."

Yu Canghai's sharp eyes were still concentrating on Zhuo Lingfeng, and it was not as if he wanted to see if he was pretending to make a name for himself, or did he really want to challenge himself?

Under his gaze of his mighty eyes, the legs of ordinary people were softened. However, Zhuo Lingfeng had a deep internal strength and had stabbed the sword at the Sun. His eyes were even sharper than Yu Canghai, so he looked at him without blinking.

When everyone saw the two of them confront each other from afar, their eyes didn't blink, and they all felt an extremely depressing feeling surged in their hearts, as if there was an electric spark in the void.

After a while, Yu Canghai snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, jumped up from the door and flew into the sky.

He blinked quickly, and then brushed his sleeves gently, slowly descending from the air, just like a heavenly being in the ordinary.

"Dang--"

The disciples of Qingcheng all drew out their long swords and threw them in the air. The white light flashed, as if a silver road was laid in the void.

Yu Canghai flew in the air like an autumn geese returning to the sky, and his feet pointed at each long sword.

A gust of wind fell on the yard in front of the hall. Without hearing the sound, the dust could not rise. He stood two feet apart from Zhuo Lingfeng.

At this time, the Qingcheng disciple Changjian was unable to take over, which shows how fast his body movement was.
Chapter completed!