She stared with wide eyes at the struggling figure in the ruins of the pavilion, and then suddenly turned her head to stare at Lin Yang, her whole head was buzzing and went blank.
Was this done by Lin Yang?
Is this a punch from the man who coughs up blood all day long and looks pale and about to die of illness?
real or fake?
Although Qiu Shan knew that Lin Yang was secretly controlling his own poison, she never thought that Lin Yang had recovered to this extent?
No!
This is not a question of recovery or not!
Lin Yang's punch completely surpassed the strength of the masters of the ten halls of the Eternal Life Palace!
"Master Luo!!"
Zi Xuantian's disciples rushed in in panic and helped Luo Man up.
The middle-aged man was even more shocked and angry. He suddenly drew his sword and shouted: "Catch him!"
"yes!"
The disciples shouted, but they were trembling and did not dare to rush forward.
How can a person who can knock Luo Man down with one punch be considered an ordinary person? Aren't they looking for a beating?
"What are you doing standing still? Come on!" Seeing that the disciples were hesitant and frightened, the middle-aged man became angrier and shouted one after another.
The disciples looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and tried to rush forward.
But at this moment, a shout rang out.
"stop!!"
Everyone stopped immediately.
The middle-aged man looked sideways.
But I saw an old man with a red face and a wine gourd hanging on his waist running over.
The old man had messy hair, rosacea, a slightly fat body, and a face full of alcohol.
Seeing this man, many disciples looked respectful and hurriedly clasped their fists in salute, including the middle-aged man.
"Meet Uncle Jiu!"
"Uncle Jiu! Why are you here?" The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward to salute.
However, the old man with rosacea glanced at the scene and snorted: "Who told you to be so rude? Is this the way I, Zi Xuantian, treat guests? If you let outsiders know, you must not be laughed at."
"Uh..." the middle-aged man said dumbly.
"This kid is so presumptuous! Why should we be polite to him?" Luo Man, who was in a state of embarrassment, was helped out, pointed at Lin Yang and yelled: "How can we tolerate this kind of guy who doesn't know what he means? Uncle Jiu! I want to teach him a lesson!"
"Pavilion Master Luo, there may be some misunderstanding between you, but I think this is all a trivial matter! Just don't take it to heart!" the old man with rosacea said calmly.
"Uncle Jiu! What do you mean? Do you want to protect this person?" Luo Man heard what the old man meant and his eyes turned cold.
"What's wrong? If I really want to protect this person, do you have any questions?" The old man with rosacea suddenly raised his head and stared at Luo Man.
Luo Man's face suddenly turned red and green, and he stopped talking.
"This little brother is my guest! I will entertain you. I will explain to the boss later!"
After saying that, the old man with rosacea said to Lin Yang: "You two go with the old ghost! Don't be afraid!"
Then lead the way.
Lin Yang smiled slightly, glanced at the autumn fan, and followed directly.
Qiushan also ran away quickly.
On a quiet path.
Lin Yang caught up with the old man with rosacea who was walking in front, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you, old man, for the rescue."
"You're welcome, I was asked to come here." The old man with rosacea said casually, his attitude seemed quite cold.
Lin Yang didn't take it seriously, but looked at the road in front of him and frowned slightly: "Senior, old man, this seems to be the road away from Zi Xuantian, right? Where are you taking us? Are you going the wrong way?"
"Don't worry, I'm on the right track! This is indeed the way to leave Zi Xuantian! I want to send you two away," said the old man with rosacea.
"Leave? Why?"
Both of them were confused.
"Why don't you leave? Who do you think you are? Dare to cause trouble in Zi Xuantian? Aren't you afraid of death without a burial place? Leave quickly!" The old man with rosacea was a little impatient, and his attitude was completely different from before.
Lin Yang heard the sound, stopped the old man with rosacea, and said, "Old man, did Wei Xinjian ask you to come?"
"Do you still know that Wei Xinjian asked me to come here? Boy, you almost killed Xinjian! Everyone in Zi Xuantian said that he was a spy sent by Changsheng Heavenly Palace! He refused to admit it at first, and I After saying a few words to the side, things calmed down, but your sudden arrival made his situation even more dangerous! If you don't leave, he might not even be alive! So leave quickly! Otherwise, he will jump into the Yellow River. I can’t even wash it off!!” The old man with rosacea shouted immediately.
"So that's it..."
"This silly boy, I suggested that he arrest you and hand you over to the higher authorities to clear his name, but what he said... He couldn't do such an act of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, so he Beg me on your knees to send you away! Boy, don’t let Wei Xinjian’s good intentions go down, leave quickly!” the old man with rosacea sighed.
"What?"
Lin Yang's face was startled, a little unbelievable.
He never imagined that Wei Xinjian would actually consider his cheap master!
"Let's go!"
The old man with rosacea led Lin Yang to the mouth of the valley, waved his hand, and turned to leave.
Lin Yang stood there in a daze, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
"Brother Lin, let's go back and forget it." Qiu Shan said hurriedly.
Lin Yang looked at the mouth of the valley and nodded slightly, but did not respond.
...
boom!
boom!
boom!
...
A dull sound came out.
Then I saw a man with many bruises on his body practicing martial arts in the martial arts field.
The man's eyes were sharp, his expression was frozen, veins popped out in his arms, and he punched the wooden stake in front of him over and over again.
Each punch seemed to use up all his strength.
If you take a closer look, you can see that the wooden stake is made of pure iron, but there are many shallow marks on it, which shows that the person who hit the wooden stake is very strong.
The violent sound of the blow attracted the attention of many disciples in the martial arts field.
People looked at it from a distance, whispered to each other, and pointed.
The man ignored him and continued to punch the wooden stakes, as if he was venting something.
"Hey? Senior Brother Wei! Are you practicing?"
At this time, a laughing voice came from the side.
Wei Xinjian tilted his head slightly, glanced at the group of people approaching, but ignored them and continued practicing.
But the next second.
Whoosh!
A leg kicked towards him like lightning.
Wei Xin's sword eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he immediately raised his legs to block it.
But at this moment, a few more legs came.
Wei Xinjian wanted to dodge, but as soon as he moved, the wound on his waist was pulled violently, causing him to gasp, and the legs that attacked him were not able to dodge.
Bang bang bang...
Wei Xin was hit several times with the sword and was kicked to the ground. He rolled several times on the battlefield before stopping.
When he got up again, nearly thirty disciples had gathered around him.
"Wei Xinjian! Kneel down!"
The first disciple with long hair and prominent cheekbones came out, squinting and smiling.
"Kneel?" Wei Xinjian frowned: "Are you worthy?"
"We don't deserve it? Does your cheap master deserve it?" The disciple sneered.
Wei Xinjian's expression changed instantly when he heard the sound.
