He opened his legs and felt weak, kneeling in front of me with a look of regret on his face, regretting.
"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry for you, but..., but...I can't help it...!"
Shan burst into tears and slapped himself while talking.
His face was bruised and bruised, and the skin was swollen and bruised.
"From now on, my life is yours!"
"I will do whatever you ask me to do, no questions asked."
Shan Kai promised with a sonorous tone.
"It's not your fault, don't take it to heart."
Lin Xiao comforted her very generously.
He took Qingshan and Sheng Bailian and strode away.
"Damn, these losers!"
"If we can't even do this little thing well, it seems we have no choice but to start that plan."
In the darkness, a man wearing a black robe quietly watched the scene in front of him, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
The figure disappeared in the next second.
...
Late at night, the stars hang low.
It's quiet at night.
Qingshan and Shengbailian are practicing hard.
Whoosh whoosh!
In the distance, a harsh sound broke through the air.
A sloppily dressed and drunk old man appeared at the door of the villa.
His clothes were ragged and he had no breath.
His eyes were empty and decadent.
My body was swaying and I couldn't stand still.
"Who? Who is coming?"
Qingshan and Sheng Bailian immediately drew their swords and said with vigilant faces.
The old man turned a deaf ear.
"Lin Xiao, get out of here. I'm going to challenge you today. How dare Lin Xiao become king in Beicheng."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said crazily.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiao's face appeared in front of him.
"Give him some money and send him away."
Lin Xiao ordered.
Seeing this, Sheng Bailian took out a few banknotes and handed them to the old man.
The old man glanced sideways and slapped the Holy White Lotus away.
Violent power surged up on it, like a fortress, layer upon layer, airtight.
The realm behind the great master.
Lin Xiao saw his cultivation level at a glance, and his figure flashed in front of the old man's eyes. He slapped his palms like a hurricane and unleashed a surge of energy. His two palms clashed together in mid-air.
Lin Dong took six steps back, while the old man stood still, his eyes downcast, like a pool of stagnant water.
Its power is as powerful as a heavy sword.
Lin Xiao's eyes turned pale with horror.
"Mr. Lin, be careful."
Qingshan shouted, flew over, drew his sword and stabbed the old man.
The old man didn't even raise his head and slapped it away with a palm of his hand.
The sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces.
Its strength is evident.
"With this little strength, I dare to be the king in Beicheng, but that's it."
The old man said nonchalantly.
With a flip of his palm, the energy poured out violently, and a dull thud was heard. Lin Xiao retreated again and again, and was beaten with no power to fight back after just two moves.
"If you are strong enough, if you have accumulated too much strength, and if you have no pressure for a long time, if you stand still, your martial arts will come to an end."
The old man commented sharply.
Always smile and be cynical.
"The road depends on walking, and martial arts depends on practice. Water can carry a boat and it can also capsize it. In the way of martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat and leave!"