On the second day, it was bright and bright, inside the Zhongshan Martial Arts Center.
Ling Tianyun got up early, not because he deliberately wanted to get up so early, but because he didn't sleep all night last night. He felt a panic that he had never experienced before appeared in his heart. It was the first time that he felt so helpless and confused.
. He didn't know if he would survive after today. He couldn't help but think of many things, everything in Baishui City, and Duo'er and her shy face.
He walked out of his room with bloodshot eyes and came to the spacious training ground.
At this time, the sun was still shining brightly, and the remaining mottled snow could be seen everywhere gradually melting into snow water, flowing everywhere.
But in today's martial arts gym, except for the twelve big men he had never seen guarding the four turrets, there were no other warriors. How could there be Zhong Huangyu and his grandson left in the martial arts gym?
And the twelve big men standing on the turret, full of murderous intent.
An elegant figure walked towards me. The warm smile on his face made people feel inexplicably good. His evergreen shirt was swaying in the wind, but his hands were always placed in his sleeves.
Ling Tianyun looked at the eldest son of the Zhong family, Zhong Jianhong, coming towards him, and couldn't help but stop. He just wanted to observe the heavily guarded area again to see if he could find any loopholes so that he could have a chance to escape. Last night, he thought of countless ways.
He had deduced it countless times, but found that none of them were successful. It was impossible for him to escape under the power of the divine crossbow.
"Brother Ling seems to have had a bad sleep last night."
Zhong Jianhong had a relaxed smile on his face, and there was a slight hint of playfulness in his eyes, which was lost in the blink of an eye, but was still captured by Ling Tianyun.
"Brother Zhong said something serious. I just thought of some past events that I shouldn't think of. I'm just a little sad. I'm sorry, Brother Zhong, I'm sorry."
He didn't fully trust Zhong Jianhong. Although the two had cooperated once, that time they just didn't get what they wanted. He wanted to get rid of the suspicion of murder, but the other party wanted to find the real killer. Although the goals were the same, they didn't get what they wanted.
Everyone's needs are different. He knew that the other party must still be making a last-ditch effort at this moment. To put it bluntly, he was trying to keep him in check.
"Brother Ling, have you thought it through?" Zhong Jianhong seemed to ask casually, his tone was very calm, as if he was asking about a normal thing.
"I have thought it through." Ling Tianyun's answer was very firm and his tone was very calm. The two of them seemed to be talking in a daze, and one plain sentence seemed to mean everything.
"Hahaha?????????".
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Haha, Brother Ling, just think about it clearly. I don't know when you two brothers will meet again after we say goodbye today. I hope Brother Ling won't let it slip today, otherwise I won't be able to go to express my condolences on this day every year.
"Think about how boring it would be if I was all alone."
Zhong Jianhong also heard the unexpected voice of the other party. He did not persuade again, but his words were both advice and warning, although there was still a faint feeling of melancholy.
"There is a time in life that you must have, but there is no time in life. Don't force it. Even if God wants to hurt me, I will never complain. I thank Brother Zhong for his kindness." Ling Tianyun said to the other party with fists in his hands.
But Zhong Jianhong's eyes were shining, and he hesitated to speak. Finally, he sighed, shook his head and left.
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Ling Tianyun finally saw the arrival of the monk, which made him feel a little calmer, but together with the old monk were two people he didn't know. Each of them was wearing a long white fur robe, as perfect and exquisite as a sculpture.
His face was embedded with a pair of star-like eyes. The man was beardless, and his real age could not be seen from his delicate and flawless face. The man had a slender and straight figure, and an aura like Yuanzhi Yueting.
The posture gives people an invisible pressure.
But the other person has a sly look, with a few long hairs hanging sparsely on his bald head. Such a person makes people feel very funny. The man is dressed in cloth but clean and tidy, and has a pair of sly eyes.
Looking around, the man seems to be in his fifties. Although he has an old figure, his steps are as light as flying. Qinggong must be this person's strong point. I am afraid that this person has already practiced his Qinggong to the peak.
The first time Ling Tianyun saw this old man with sinister features and stern eyes, he noticed a familiar feeling. When he looked at the old man again, he found that the old man seemed to have changed again. His appearance was still the same, but his temperament suddenly changed.
Changed, this person felt that after seeing him, he would forget his appearance, and if he met again next time, it would be the same as meeting him for the first time. This was the first time Ling Tianyun encountered this strange feeling, but among the martial arts, he could
Different people also have their own unique abilities, so if you think about it, you will be indifferent.
The old monk exchanged a glance with Ling Tianyun as a greeting, and this silent greeting made Ling Tianyun feel more at ease.
But the man in white robes beside him stared at Ling Tianyun for a long time. His eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be able to see through everything. Ling Tianyun seemed to have no secrets when he was exposed naked in the eyes of others.
The pressure suddenly approaches.
Who is this person? He has such an unpredictable level of cultivation, but he has never heard of or seen this person, but it gives him a feeling that he has not seen for a long time.
Ling Tianyun was shocked in his heart, and quickly used his skills to resist, but found that the man had already looked away. Suddenly, he felt a lightness all over his body. A single look from the other person could put endless pressure on him, which showed how advanced the other person's cultivation was.
.But I have never met this person nor do I know this person, so why do I feel like I haven’t seen him for a long time?
But another old man with sinister eyebrows stared at Ling Tianyun with his small eyes, making Ling Tianyun feel as if he was being targeted by a thief, and his whole body felt very comfortable.
"Little friend Ling, where is that girl? Why didn't you bring her with you?"
The old man suddenly blinked at Ling Tianyun and said something to him.
After hearing his words, Ling Tianyun became even more confused, like a monk Zhang Er who was confused. It wasn't until the moment the old man turned around that he realized that his back was so familiar. It turned out that this person was the one from the inn in Baishi Town.
That waiter. No wonder he had such a strange feeling. It turned out that the waiter in the Baishi Town Inn was made up of this person.
The old monk did not introduce the two martial arts cultivators who came with him to Ling Tianyun, but they were welcomed into the hall by Zhong Huangyu. Ling Tianyun had been wandering outside, and no one invited him in or entertained him.
Like a forgotten person.
Several groups of people from the world came one after another, and two of them impressed Ling Tianyun very deeply. One had a red face and a long beard, and was nine feet tall. He held a long sword in his hand, like the reincarnation of Guan Gong of the Three Kingdoms. The other was in one body.
Short, as strong as a leopard, with a pair of big eyes like bull's eyes, those eyes are bright and sparkling from time to time. These two people in the world give people a feeling of being in a high position, they should be among the top in the world.
The leader of a certain gang.
But the other groups of people didn't have a deep impression. They were all dressed up as ordinary people in the world. Some held knives, some carried swords on their backs, and some held some weird weapons. There was nothing wrong with this group of people.
The main impression is that these people are not very high in martial arts, at most they are on the same level as Zhong Jianhong.
And among the people who came to this dojo, the one with the highest martial arts should be the man in white robes, followed by the old monk and the old man with sinister eyebrows, and then the red-faced man with a long beard and the short but muscular man.
Leopard's man. The others are all low-class characters. Of course, if any one of these people comes out, Ling Tianyun will not be able to deal with him.
These martial arts practitioners from all walks of life were welcomed into the hall by Zhong Huangyu. For a while, no martial arts practitioners came. It was already noon. Ling Tianyun was like a forgotten bird, wandering around in this martial arts hall.
They were walking around in the field. Even Zhong Jianhong had disappeared. I don't know if he left the martial arts field or found a place to hide.
After the group of martial arts cultivators entered the hall, the door in the hall was slammed shut. The two big men guarding the gate of the martial arts center also stepped back and closed the door tightly.
For a moment, the noisy noise disappeared, and the entire martial arts hall returned to a dead silence. After closing the door, the two big men looked at Ling Tianyun coldly and disappeared before his eyes.
Ling Tianyun had never seen these warriors before. Looking at them, he looked at them as if they were indifferent to life and death. These were a group of dead warriors trained by the Zhong family, dead warriors who would always be loyal only to the Zhong family.
Although he was in the spacious martial arts arena, he could look up at any time and see the bright sun hanging high in the sky, as well as the dead trees that were rustled by the cold wind. But Ling Tianyun still felt very depressed. The depression was stronger than
Last night it was even more intense, a lifeless depression, a depression full of the smell of blood.
The four "Godly Crossbows of Lords" placed on the four turrets glowed bloody under the sunlight.
This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy to wipe out the martial arts power in the Han Dynasty in one fell swoop, but this is nothing more than a clever conspiracy. If those people hadn't peeked at the jade pendant, maybe no one would have come to die, but this jade pendant
What is the reason why most of the martial arts cultivators from the Han Dynasty can be gathered there.
The door to the hall was closed tightly, and Ling Tianyun who was outside the door didn't know what was happening inside. At this moment, he could only stay out of it.
It seemed like an hour had passed.
There was a loud "boom",
The door in the hall was cracked and torn into pieces, and two figures shot out from the doorframe filled with sawdust, and they arrived at the martial arts arena in an instant.
Ling Tianyun took a closer look and found that the two shots fired were none other than Zhong Huangyu, and the other one was the short, muscular man.
After the two landed, they looked at each other from a distance. The strong and short man's breath was confused, he couldn't help but gasp for air, and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth.
Everything happened so suddenly, which made Ling Tianyun tremble violently. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt inexplicable heart palpitations.
Immediately afterwards, the heroes in the hall filed out. They stood far away and watched quietly. Only the monk, the old man with sinister eyebrows and the handsome man in white robes stood behind the group of martial arts cultivators.
With a calm and calm demeanor, he watched all this quietly.
"Humph, Zhong Huangyu, isn't it enough that your Zhong family has dominated the martial arts world of the Han Dynasty for so many years? Why do you still want to have an affair with the Khitans to harm us? Your Zhong family is unpredictable. Is it possible that you want to be the emperor of the Han Dynasty? You Zhong family
Aren't you afraid of retribution when your family does something so unforgivable?"
The strong and short man staggered, and a few hoarse words came out of his mouth. As soon as he spoke, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the clothes on his chest extremely red. He must have been there.
The person in the hall was seriously injured, and he was probably running out of gas at this moment.
"You still have to be tough when you are about to die." Zhong Huangyu neither defended nor denied, and did not hide the strong murderous look in his eyes.
He took a big step forward, turned his hands into palms, and a sharp red aura burst out from his palms. The palm struck the strong man's chest like a powerful force with the force of thunder.
The strong man's eyes were filled with death, and he allowed the opponent's palms to hit his chest. Immediately, the strong man was shot up several feet like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground.
On the ground, his body squirmed a few times and then lost any breath.