Lin Yang entered a restaurant and when he came out, he had changed his appearance and clothes. At this time, Lin Yang was wearing a gray suit and had a handsome face, but it was definitely not Lin Yang's original appearance. His face was slightly fatter and he had a confident look on his face.
Smile, like a talented person who has just been promoted in a big company.
Lin Yang took a car and came to a manor. In a place like Hong Kong where land is so valuable, he could own such a vast manor. Its owner was by no means an ordinary rich man.
There were two muscular men standing in front of the door. Seeing Lin Yang arriving, one of them stopped Lin Yang. Lin Yang glanced at the two of them, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. The two men were shocked and stayed on the spot.
Lin Yang walked into the manor calmly.
Lin Yang knew this place well, and he didn't need anyone to guide him. He walked straight to the front left, bypassed two or three houses, and saw a large lawn. It was surrounded by flowers and trees, and there were more than a dozen small awnings set up in the center.
There is an octagonal table and a few chairs inside. There are three or five people sitting in each awning.
These people's eyes were sparkling and their movements were vigorous. Lin Yang glanced at everyone, and then they walked into an empty awning and sat down. A waiter immediately brought drinks, fruits, and pastries.
"Haha, Junior Sister Qin, when it comes to this fingering technique, who in the martial arts world can rival Gui Men's Xuan Gang Finger?" A male voice laughed. Lin Yang turned around and saw that it was Gong Yunyi who he had met twice.
When I got up, the injury I suffered last time had recovered, and I was now chatting and laughing with a young woman.
The young woman had extremely dark skin and an arrogant face. She smiled coldly and said, "Senior Brother Gong is right.
The monks compared their finger strength."
The two people were surrounded by five young men of different colors, who seemed to be peers and were gathering together to chat and befriend each other. Gong Yunyi became more energetic when he heard this, "Oh? What happened next?"
The Bodhidharma Hall in the Shaolin Temple was full of real masters. The six people were greatly interested and wanted to know the results. They all listened attentively.
The young woman surnamed Qin said: "My senior brother penetrated Zen Master Dalong's right shoulder with one finger, and the old monk did not hurt my senior brother's fur." She looked very proud.
Lin Yang frowned slightly. Zen Master Dalong could be considered half of his master. It was Lu Liang who first enlightened him to practice martial arts and Qi. Although he had never met Zen Master Dalong, Lin Yang admired him in his heart.
At this time, hearing that someone had hurt the Zen Master, Lin Yang immediately felt angry in his heart, but he endured his temper and listened to what the woman said.
"If it hadn't been for my senior brother's kindness, the old monk would have died by now. Before he left, my senior brother gave each of the four Vajras in the Bodhidharma Hall a thumbs-up. Huh! I think the Shaolin Temple is a true sect of martial arts and this title is in vain.
!" The woman sneered repeatedly.
Five young men also echoed, saying yes one after another. Gong Yunyi smiled and said: "When it comes to Shaolin, it was okay a hundred years ago. But in Shaolin today, the real masters are dead and walking, and it has become just a name. No matter what
Wudang or Qingcheng can hardly live up to his expectations."
"Qingcheng is an authentic martial arts sect with countless masters. Of course, Shaolin cannot compare with it." "Brother Zhao's master's palm skills are unique in the martial arts world and cannot be compared with Shaolin!"
You flattered these people, and I flattered them. They were talking happily. Lin Yang sneered secretly on the side. These people were exaggerated and arrogant, without any true temperament of warriors. At this time, a young man walked next to him, wearing a
Wearing an old gray Chinese tunic suit, he is eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome and upright, with a look of sadness in his brows.
This man sat down opposite Lin Yang, nodded to Lin Yang and then bowed his head in silence. He held a long cloth bag in his arms, cherishing it very much. Lin Yang guessed that the thing in the bag was most likely a sword.
Lin Yang smiled and asked: "Friend, what do you call me?"
The young man raised his head and said, "Zhan Yu, which sect are you an expert in?" After he spoke, the worry between his brows immediately disappeared.
"I am Yang Lin. I have been ordered to come here and have a look. Is that a sword that Brother Zhan is holding in his arms?" Lin Yang asked casually.
Zhan Yu stared blankly at the long cloth bag, with a strange light in his eyes, "It's a sword, do you want to see it, friend?"
Seeing that his expression became weird, Lin Yang felt a little moved in his heart and smiled faintly: "Of course it's good if Brother Zhan is willing to show me."
Zhan Yu smiled miserably and slowly untied the cloth bag, revealing a long sword with a purple sheath. With a "choking" sound, the long sword was unsheathed. The sword was like autumn water, with green light, and the sword body was covered with cloud patterns. Look.
It looks like a rainbow crossing the sky when it goes up.
"This sword is the ancient famous sword Qinghong. The Qinghong Sword Sect got its name from this. It has been more than a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty! Now that the sword is here, I would like to ask the Shenwu Hall to let my junior sister go. The Qinghong Sword is the Shenwu
All of the church."
Lin Yang changed his mind and immediately understood the whole story. Zhan Yun heard a very thin voice in his ears: "I am not from Shenwu Hall. The two gatekeepers have been hypnotized by me. Otherwise, how could you come in? You put
Give me the sword and I will rescue your junior sister for you."
Zhan Yun was shocked and doubtful, and Lin Yang smiled and said: "You don't believe me?" Based on Lin Yang's words, Zhan Yun should not believe him, but for some reason, he was sure in his heart that Lin Yang would not lie to him, and he himself was surprised by this.
an idea.
Lin Yang said: "Even if I am lying to you, your Qinghong Sword will be handed over to someone else today no matter what. What are you afraid of?"
Zhan Yun thought for a moment, then held up the sword with both hands, "I believe it!"
Lin Yang took the sword and said with a smile: "Because you trust me, I will try my best to help you today." He stood up with the sword and strode towards Gong Yunyi's table.
Gong Yunyi and several other young men immediately looked over. When Lin Yang came closer, Gong Yunyi smiled and said, "Who does this sword belong to? This sword looks good."
Lin Yang sneered, "This sword is the Qinghong Sword you want. I am the successor of the Qinghong Sword Sect. Release my junior sister quickly!"
Everyone was startled and stood up one after another, their figures swaying, and Lin Yang was surrounded in a moment. Zhan Yun, who was in the distance, was secretly happy. At this moment, he had concluded that Lin Yang had not lied to him. His own skills were low, so this time he would not
He came here with the intention of dying. Now that he had help from an expert, he immediately had hope of survival in his heart.
"Good boy! How did you get in?" There were two experts watching at the door. It was impossible to let him in without a sign.
Lin Yang said: "It doesn't matter how I came in. Let me ask you, didn't you say that if you hand over the Qinghong Sword, you will let my junior sister go? Where is my junior sister?"
The woman surnamed Qin who just spoke sneered, "You are so bold! Did you break into the Shenwu Hall if you wanted? The Qinghong Sect disobeyed the orders of the Martial Alliance and secretly hid the Qinghong Sword. If you hadn't fled with the sword, you would have been killed."
Hand over the sword quickly, maybe we can spare your life!"
Lin Yang swept away everyone, "Let go of my junior sister first."
"Boy, your junior sister hurt my finger. I haven't taken care of her yet. How could you let her go?" shouted a young man with a long face. Lin Yang found that most of the people here were young people, and thought to himself, it seems that most of the Shenwu Hall is young.
People should be organizations created by themselves. They are used to oppress small sects and dominate others.