"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 have calmed down, but your sudden arrival has made his situation even more dangerous! If you don't leave, he may 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.
...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...
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 from a distance, whispered 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.
