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Chapter 165 How High Is Your Cultivation?

But she had also stayed with Lin Beichen for a while, and knew that Lin Beichen's face at this time indicated that he did not want to make a joke.

"I just came here to relax, who thought I would meet bad people..."

Seeing Li Xinxian's big, watery eyes, which almost looked like she was about to cry, Lin Beichen's heart suddenly softened.

He walked over, sat next to Li Xinxian, and comforted her: "Okay, I just advise you to be careful..."

Unexpectedly, Li Xinxian was aroused by these words. She stood up and said, "Lin Beichen, I was just unlucky for a moment. Do you really think that Hangzhou is full of cannibals?"

Lin Beichen smiled. It seemed that Li Xinxian was just a child and had to be coaxed.

However, Lin Beichen didn't have time to serve this young lady. He coughed heavily, then raised his hands and said, "Okay, okay, consider me wrong, okay?"

"Huh!" Li Xinxian finally gained the upper hand in the verbal dispute, and she put all the unhappiness in her heart behind.

"Tell me first, why did you come to Hangzhou?"

"Me?" Lin Beichen touched his nose and said, "What else can I do? Just walk around."

Lin Beichen made a bet in his heart that Li Buhuan would definitely not tell his granddaughter these things.

Who knows that this is what Li Xinxian was waiting for, "Then since you have nothing to do, come shopping with me. I haven't been to Hangzhou for a long time!"

Lin Beichen had one head and two heads, so he could only agree, "Okay, after today's busy work, I will definitely go shopping with you!"

Just when Lin Beichen was about to leave, he opened the door and almost bumped into a man smelling of perfume.

"Excuse me!"

Lin Beichen took the initiative to turn sideways. This man was dressed in extremely flashy clothes, almost as if he had stepped off the stage.

There were two Yin-Yang fish earrings hanging on his ears. What made Lin Beichen feel even more uncomfortable was that the smell of the man's perfume went straight into his nostrils.

Lin Beichen groaned, held his breath, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you looking for?"

The man's peach blossom eyes glanced past Lin Beichen and looked directly at Li Xinxian behind him.

"Sister Xinxian, sister Xinxian, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Lin Beichen glanced at Li Xinxian beside him, and he could clearly see the discomfort on the latter's face.

Li Xinxian let out a long breath from her nostrils and asked helplessly: "Zhou Qingyu, you are not staying in Beijing, why are you here?"

Zhou Qingyu snapped his fingers behind him, and two tall men in black immediately came forward. One of them was holding a large handful of yellow lilies, and the other was holding a red-lacquered food box.

As if offering a treasure, Zhou Qingyu pointed at the yellow lily and said, "I still remember that you liked this flower the most when you were a child."

Then he opened the red lacquered food box, and the fragrance of chicken soup came out of it.

"There is also this chicken soup made by the chef of Shangjing himself. You said you wanted to try it before."

He spoke in a very standard sissy manner, with a flattering look on his face.

But Lin Beichen kept standing sideways and blocking his way, which made Zhou Qingyu quite unhappy.

"Sister Xinxian, who is this?"

Li Xinxian was already very disgusted with this sissy Zhou Da, but now she saw that he finally focused his attention on Lin Beichen, and she felt very happy.

She opened her mouth and was about to tell Lin Beichen's true identity so that Zhou Qingyu could completely divert his attention.

Unexpectedly, Lin Beichen stepped forward and introduced himself: "I am Miss Li's bodyguard, my name is..."

"Oh, sister Xinxian, you're going on a long trip, so just bring a bodyguard with you, okay?"

Zhou Qingyu filtered Lin Beichen's words out of his ears without hesitation.

Li Xinxian felt happy. This Zhou Qingyu used to be arrogant when he went to Beijing. Now he was in Lin Beichen's hands and he was still arrogant. It seemed that he was going to suffer a lot today.

She saw the muscles on Lin Beichen's face twitching slightly and his expression cold, so she deliberately added fuel to the flames and said: "One bodyguard is enough, mainly because he is very skilled!"

"Skills?" Zhou Qingyu squeezed in, and his two bodyguards put the things in their hands aside and stood directly in front of Lin Beichen, looking unkind.

He looked Lin Beichen up and down, especially after discovering that Lin Beichen was wearing ordinary clothes, he said directly: "With your small body, you are not even 1.9 meters tall, how can you protect my sister Xinxian?"

"oh?"

Lin Beichen originally planned to go directly to the White Snake Pagoda, but Zhou Qingyu, who came to Beijing, was rude and looked down upon himself.

This made Lin Beichen feel unhappy.

Doesn’t this young man from Beijing know his reputation at all?

Lin Beichen was really right about this. Zhou Qingyu stayed in Shangjing on weekdays. In addition, he had no ability to restrain a chicken. In terms of martial arts, he only knew those martial arts families in Shangjing.

How do you know what Lin Beichen is doing in the south?

The next moment, he said something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Sister Xinxian, I think you might as well let this little bodyguard go home and farm. Why make it difficult for him to do such a responsible job?"

Li Xinxian burst out laughing, and Zhou Qingyu's eyes lit up when he saw the flowers trembling on the spot.

He thought his wise words made the girl happy.

Li Xinxian held her stomach and said: "...Oh, I can't do it anymore. Lin Beichen, you better leave quickly and don't get angry..."

In Jinling City, Lin Beichen's slight anger caused several major martial arts families in Jinling City to retreat into seclusion and change dynasties.

"It's too late!"

Lin Beichen looked grim and took a step forward.

"It's up to you!" Li Xinxian raised her toes and reminded, "It's just that Young Master Zhou has some status in Shangjing. Just don't kill him!"

Lin Beichen sneered and said, "It's okay. Didn't Young Master Zhou just ask me to farm? I'll show them what it means to grow crops with human heads!"

"You!" Zhou Qingyu was not a fool either. He suddenly noticed a murderous aura emerging from all around him, and his heart suddenly shook.

He took a step back, stood behind the bodyguards he had brought, and pushed the two tall northern men out.

"I...I'm telling you, both of my bodyguards are at the peak of Anjin's cultivation. Don't mess around..."

"The peak of dark strength? Hahaha!"

Li Xinxian, who was lying on the sofa and turned on the TV, laughed heartily again.

"In Lin Beichen's eyes, this level of cultivation is just like an ant!"

Zhou Qingyu glanced at Li Xinxian worriedly. She was kidding, right? Everyone at the top of Anjin is an ant, so how high is his cultivation level?

Even if you are at the master level, you would still have some concerns, right?

Just when Zhou Qingyu was thinking wildly, his two carefully selected bodyguards moved.

The two well-trained people just looked at each other. After exchanging glances in the air like lightning, one of them pulled out a dagger and rushed in front of Lin Beichen with a loud shout. The dagger in his hand made a beautiful cross.

His companion, on the other hand, took half a step back, then jumped up high, with a cloud of silver needles flying out from his hand.

"Oh? The cooperation is good, but it's a pity that the strength is too weak!"

The last two words "too weak" in Lin Beichen's mouth were like thunder, shocking the hearts of the two bodyguards.

Then a large amount of true energy accurately spurted out from the acupuncture points on his body, and the silver needles that filled the sky were withdrawn.

The zhenqi mixed with the silver needle was like a cover turned back, covering the dagger-wielding bodyguard who attacked Lin Beichen.

All these actions were completed in an instant. The bodyguard covered in zhenqi let out a shrill roar and then fainted.

The bodyguard who used the silver needle in mid-air fell down, his eyes full of horror.

"The masters who are sweet-mouthed and brave in sword-fighting are no match for me, let alone you, who is nothing like the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?"

Lin Beichen's sarcastic voice struck the surviving bodyguard's heart, and he was so shocked that he almost lost his footing.

The sweet-mouthed sword is a long-lost secret method in the world of hidden weapons. Coupled with the master's level, it can't do anything to this handsome young man?


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