From Zhou Qingyu's point of view, one of his men fell down before the afterimage on his retinas faded away from the fight just now. How could this not make him feel horrified!
"you……"
Zhou Qingyu was about to say something to calm down the situation, but the surviving bodyguard persuaded him: "Master Zhou, let's go. This man is too powerful. We are not sure of victory!"
Lin Beichen still stood there with his hands behind his hands, looking indescribably relaxed and leisurely.
"Walk?"
Zhou Qingyu turned his attention to Li Xinxian, but the latter said carelessly: "Yes, Young Master Zhou, you'd better leave, you are not welcome here!"
Zhou Qingyu came to Hangzhou to handle business on behalf of his family.
After hearing that Li Xinxian was injured, he immediately came to visit with gifts.
I originally wanted to get closer to this childhood friend, but I suffered such a big loss.
He took a deep breath and said: "Lin Beichen, right? Qingyu learned the lesson next week!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves, waved his hands and left the room.
Just when he stepped out of the door with one foot, a strong gust of wind hit him behind him.
"not good!"
Zhou Qingyu thought Lin Beichen would let him go, but Lin Beichen pushed out with a reluctant palm and blasted the young master into the ceiling.
Lin Beichen clapped his hands and said, "We agreed to plant crops with human heads, so of course I will keep my word."
The so-called human head crop means that one has fallen headlong into the ceiling, leaving only one body hanging outside.
"Shit... you damn... put me down quickly!"
Fortunately, the ceiling of this hotel has some jerry-rigged materials, otherwise Mr. Zhou Qingyu would definitely faint now.
His head fell into the ceiling and he shouted vaguely: "Do you know who my grandpa is... Do you know how powerful my family is in Shangjing..."
Lin Beichen smiled and glanced at the bodyguard who was using a hidden weapon, pointed at Zhou Qingyu's swaying body and said, "Who is his grandfather?"
The bodyguard swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his Adam's apple rolled hard. He didn't know how to answer this question.
"Mom... say... tell this bastard who my grandpa is..."
The bodyguard had no choice but to answer honestly: "It's the first successor of Tai Chi, Chen Yunchang from Chenjiagou!"
"Oh? It's just a matter of energy, nothing to worry about!"
Lin Beichen walked under the swaying Zhou Qingyu and said, "Then you go back and tell your grandpa that I, Mr. Lin, suggested that he should combine Xingyi, Tongbei and other boxing techniques together as soon as possible.
Only in this way can you enter the realm of holding elixirs, otherwise you will never forget it for the rest of your life!"
"Wipe!" Zhou Qingyu, whose head was still hanging on the ceiling, was going crazy. This Lin Beichen actually made wanton comments about his most beloved grandfather. If he had a knife in his hand now, he would definitely stab Lin Beichen to death.
Li Xinxian shut the TV with a snap and muttered: "It's so noisy, how can I rest?"
She put on her shoes, came to the door, then pointed at Zhou Qingyu on the ceiling and said: "Okay, Lin Beichen, you'd better let him down, otherwise this kid will be ruined if he hangs up for a day!"
Lin Beichen's original intention was to give him a small punishment but a big warning. After all, he and Zhou Qingyu didn't have any mortal enmity.
Hearing Li Xinxian's plea, Lin Beichen stretched out his hand and pulled Zhou Qingyu down with a clatter.
The young man who went to Beijing still had a bad temper. As soon as he landed on the ground, he shouted with a stiff face: "Lin Beichen, you have the guts to insult my grandpa, right? Our Zhou family will remember you..."
"Oh?" Lin Beichen raised his eyebrows and said, "Young man doesn't seem to have a long memory. Do you want me to..."
Lin Beichen was about to step forward, but Zhou Qingyu was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Seeing his incompetent look, Li Xinxian sighed in her heart.
They are really the third generation of rich people who are fierce in appearance and weak in heart. They are extremely useless.
"Forget it, Lin Beichen, it's not worth wasting your energy on this kind of person."
Lin Beichen looked up at the time and saw that there were only two hours left. Time should not be wasted.
"Sister Xinxian, why are you with this person!" Zhou Qingyu had no choice but to point at Lin Beichen and shout like a scolding shrew: "Sooner or later this guy will drag you down!"
Li Xinxian seemed to deliberately want to anger this disgusting sissy. She actually reached out her hand and hugged Lin Beichen's arm.
"There's nothing we can do about it, my cultivation level is so high, so awesome!"
After saying that, he dragged Lin Beichen out and said, "You promised to go shopping with me, and you must go with me!"
This intimate look made Zhou Qingyu's eyes burst into flames, and a feeling of jealousy filled his heart.
"Master!"
The bodyguard waited until Lin Beichen had gone far, then carefully walked forward, cleaned up the garbage on Zhou Qingyu, and helped him stand up.
"check!"
After a long time, Zhou Qingyu slowly said this word: "Check for me, find out all the details about this Lin Beichen, I want him to live worse than death!"
…
On Song Dynasty Royal Street, which is only one mile away from the West Lake, Li Xinxian was holding Lin Beichen's arm while shopping happily.
"Look, look, this silver bracelet is really nice, handmade!"
"And this pork breast, I want to eat it!"
"Let's go, there's an acrobatic show over there, I want to see it!"
Lin Beichen smiled and fulfilled Li Xinxian's requests one by one. The latter was also very happy, as if a flower had bloomed on his face.
He looked in the direction of the White Snake Tower. It seemed that there were still a lot of tourists there, but Lin Beichen could feel that two groups of Qi of equal strength were slowly rising up.
This marked that there was still about an hour before the three martial arts families opened their secret realm of martial arts, but the two sides were already confronting each other in the White Snake Tower.
The corners of Lin Beichen's mouth turned up slightly. The reason why the two sides were confronting each other was that the analysis he gave to King Deng Tian had already worked.
The two sides facing each other now must be King Deng Tian and the three major martial arts families in Hangzhou!
…
Sure enough, as Lin Beichen expected, the first and second floors of the White Snake Tower are currently occupied by two martial arts masters.
One group is headed by Xu Xianchen and Xu Xianyang, and consists of about twenty or thirty strong men from martial arts families who have cultivated as masters.
The other group is Deng Tianwang and others. These people are dressed in strange clothes and have only a dozen people, but their cultivation is not weak. Among them are Lin Beichen's acquaintances, Jing Yong and Huo Shengtian from the ancient martial arts force.
Although these people do not have an advantage in terms of numbers, their strength of Qi clearly overwhelms the Xu family and others.
"King Deng Tian! You still have the nerve to come here!" Xu Xianyang shouted loudly: "You attacked our masters outside and killed many of our disciples with poison. This is a big mistake!"
"Hmph! Fuck you!" King Deng Tian was not to be outdone, and shouted in a loud voice: "You still have the nerve to say this. If I hadn't reacted in the end, I would have given you three major martial arts families a slap in the face.
Let’s work for a while!”
Xu Xianyang narrowed his eyes. This strategy of consuming their strength was not what he advocated.
What he hopes is to fight head-on and give the opponent a head-on blow at the White Snake Tower.
But what I didn't expect was that the ancestors of the family came forward. With Xu Xiufeng's mediation, the three families agreed to sacrifice some unimportant master-level experts in exchange for an advantage in the final battle.
But now it seems that there must be someone with guidance from an expert behind the scenes, who broke this strategy.
Xu Xianyang was about to say something harsh, but he was stopped by Xu Xianchen, the elder of the Xu family, with a wave of his hand.
"No need to waste any more words!" Xu Xianchen shouted loudly: "Aren't you here just to covet the Xuanjin Fruit?"
"But the Black Gold Fruit is a genius treasure that our three major martial arts families in Hangzhou have been protecting since more than a hundred years ago. It only belongs to our three families, do you understand?"
His tone was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present. It can be seen that this elder of the Xu family has improved a little more.
But these small tricks can only scare green-skinned novices at most, but dealing with these master-level experts present is simply child's play.
At that moment, a leader stood up. The identity and cultivation of this leader were extraordinary, which made the Xu family and others feel numb.
"You just said that it is a gifted treasure. It is something that is nurtured by nature. That means that everyone who sees it has a share, and everyone has a share!"
Xu Xianyang frowned. He recognized the young man below carrying a white jade stick.