"If I can bear with this matter, I, Ying Yue, won't have to mess around anymore!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked at Ying Yue. They all knew that this young myth master was angry!
Ning Hongze, Ning Hongtao, Ning Xiyun and other Ning family members looked at Ying Yue worriedly, while Lin Zhantu raised his chin and stared at him without fear.
"Be good, give me 5 minutes!"
Ying Yue patted Zi Xia on the shoulder and comforted him softly, then turned to look at Lin Zhantu and asked lightly: "Who are you, Lin Zhentian?"
"Great-grandfather!"
Lin Zhantu slowly uttered one word, his face full of pride.
"I heard that Lin Zhentian values you very much?" Ying Yue asked again.
Lin Zhantu raised the corners of his mouth and showed a proud smile: "Grandpa Meng Zeng has valued me so much that I have been able to serve others and give advice morning and night for six years!"
"The Lin family in Luzhou has luxuriant branches and many descendants. You can stand out and follow Lin Zhentian for six years. It seems that he really values you!"
Ying Yue smiled when he heard this, nodded slowly and said.
Seeing the smile on Ying Yue's face, Lin Zhantu frowned slightly and felt wary for no reason: "Why do you ask this?"
Ying Yue did not answer, but said to himself: "You have been with Lin Zhentian for six years. Didn't he teach you to respect your predecessors?"
Lin Zhantu's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
"Kneel down!" Ying Yue said calmly: "You, a little brat, saw me and dared to stand and talk to me. Who taught you?"
"Arrogant!"
"Be bold!"
"act recklessly!"
As soon as these words came out, before Lin Zhantu could react, the three middle-aged men who followed him took a step forward and shouted angrily at the same time.
The three of them had their eyes wide open with anger and their expressions were as cold as a glaring King Kong.
A terrifying aura emanated from them, overwhelming Ying Yue like a mountain, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on top, crushing Ying Yue into pieces.
"boom--"
As soon as this momentum came out, it was like a hurricane blew through the hall, the air flow stirred up, tables, chairs, and plates were lifted one after another and blown to both sides.
The guests nearby felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they ran away one after another.
In the blink of an eye, only Ying Yue was left standing in the middle of the vast hall, with a strong wind blowing in his face, blowing the corners of his clothes and making a hunting sound.
"Master!"
"The three people Lin Zhantu brought are all masters!"
"Looking at this posture, it is definitely not an ordinary master. It may even be a legendary martial arts myth..."
Feeling the terrifying momentum coming from the three people, all the guests looked panicked and roared in their hearts.
Yingyue is a myth, and Lin Zhantu and others will know it.
However, these three middle-aged people still dare to confront Ying Yue, which shows that they are at least masters of mythology.
Otherwise, how would you dare to compete with Ying Yue?
"Haha, are you finally going to take action?"
Ning Hongze was helped to the innermost part of the lobby, his eyes shining with a hint of expectation.
Everyone's guess was correct. The three people brought by Lin Zhantu were indeed masters of mythology. In Lin Zhantu's words, they were the sword slaves of great-grandfather Lin Zhentian!
Although the sword slave is a slave, he is only a slave of Lin Zhentian. Moreover, he is a slave who followed Lin Zhentian when he was an imperial guard.
Now more than a hundred years have passed, and they have been carefully taught by Lin Zhentian, and they have already entered the realm of myth.
No matter whether they are slaves or slaves, in the huge Lin family, only Lin Zhentian can order them. When other children of the Lin family see them, they must treat them with respect.
Lin Zhentian sent them out this time considering Lin Zhantu's safety. Otherwise, how could they come to such a place with their status?
"I didn't expect that in addition to Lin Zhentian, there are three Shinhwas in the Lin family. It seems that this move is the right one!"
Ning Hongze was very happy: "How can a mere Ying Yue compete with the four Shinhwas? This time I offended him to death, so I must keep him here today!"
If listening to Liu Gongfeng's words only made Ning Hongze decide to defect to the Lin family, then after Lin Zhantu showed the strength of the Lin family, Ning Hongze was determined to get on the Lin family's ship.
Four myths in a family, how can such a lineup be comparable to Ying Yue?
Therefore, he is not afraid of completely offending Ying Yue. In other words, the more severely he offends Ying Yue, the more satisfied he will be with Lin Zhantu and the Lin family.
Businessmen are profit-heavy and opportunistic. Once they make a decision, they can do anything.
"The Lin family is really well-established and talented!"
Facing the three major myths, Ying Yue put his hands on his back and stood upright, as if he was nailed to the ground, without wavering at all.
I heard him smile and praise: "The four great swordsman families in Japan have such a profound foundation, but each family only has three myths.
And your Luzhou Lin family has quietly revealed three more myths. Haha, if this news gets out, I'm afraid it will shock the world!"
"You dare to insult young master, you should be killed!"
The three sword slaves' eyes showed a cold light, and they simultaneously raised their right palms and pressed hard on Ying Yue, only to hear a loud "bang" sound.
Three giant palms covering the sky suddenly appeared above Ying Yue's head, one fiery red, one black, and one aqua blue.
Three huge palms pressed down in the air, like a mountain of tai, hitting Ying Yue on the head, trying to crush him into a meat pie.
"Kill him! Kill him! Must kill him!"
Ning Hongze's eyes widened and he kept repeating in his mind.
But Lin Zhantu shouted: "Three grandpas, don't kill anyone, just destroy him!"
"Yes, young master!"
The three sword slaves responded in unison, slightly withdrawing their strength, and the giant palm pressing down from the air shrank in size, and then continued to press down.
"Haha, I was underestimated!"
Ying Yue shook his head and chuckled, not looking at the giant palm pressing down on his head. Instead, he looked at Lin Zhantu and suddenly smiled: "What your Lin family relies on is nothing more than Lin Zhentian and these three myths. If they die, what will happen?"
Will it get interesting?"
"died?"
Everyone was still in a daze after hearing Ying Yue's meaningless words.
At this time, Ying Yue took action, and punched the top of his head, "Crack-", as if glass was broken.
The three giant palms that covered the sky, pressed down from the air, instantly turned into fragments and were smashed into dregs by a punch.
The powerful counter-shock force directly shocked the three sword slaves back seven or eight steps. However, before they could be shocked, Ying Yue's figure flashed and appeared in front of them.
"You are the most miserable myth I have ever seen. You have just appeared on the stage, and you have to leave before you can show off. Tsk, tsk, I'm really sorry!
But if you want to blame it, just blame yourself for being born into the Lin family!"
Ying Yue suddenly grinned, punched out with his right fist, split it into three, and hit the heads of the three sword slaves at the same time.
"Click——"
As if a watermelon had been smashed, the heads of the three sword slaves were suddenly opened and torn apart, with red and white bits flying everywhere.