Chapter 57: Bad news

There is only one best inn above the town, which is generous and clean, and there is only one courtyard specially prepared for wealthy families.

When the two families meet wealthy and unwilling to retreat, they will naturally have a dispute.

At this moment, on the roadside in front of the store, the two of them were empty-handed and were in a fierce confrontation. One of them was naturally Zhong Puyuan, a diner of the Yuan family, whose cultivation had reached the eighth level. With his cultivation, he could get good treatment no matter which aristocratic family he went to. However, because he was young and received the great kindness of the Yuan family, he would willingly serve the Yuan family, which was the most intelligent person in the escort team this time.

The other man was a middle-aged man in a tight suit. He was surprisingly thin, with narrow shoulders, long arms, and long legs. His hands were swung outside his cuffs, as if they were a bit too long.

But his internal strength actually reached the eighth level, and this man's move was extremely vicious. His long arms were like spider legs. Every time he strode in the air, there was a strange roar and sound of breaking through the air, as if his arms were his weapons.

Zhong Puyuan seemed quite afraid of the middle-aged man's arms, but when he took action, he was light and effortless, and he could gently swing the other party's arms out at a critical moment every time.

Although both sides took action, they both seemed quite restrained and did not really kill.

Because they have all seen that the other party must have a good origin. Under such circumstances, no idiot would really let go of the murder without restraint.

That kind of thing that happens on the road, if you have a disagreement, you will immediately draw your sword to kill people, but not every practitioner can do it.

Perhaps those horse thieves who are wandering without a trace can do it, perhaps innate powerhouses like He Yiming, but it is definitely not something that people like them who have roots and are not strong enough to override the law can do.

Next to them, Yuan Lixuan and another man looked at each other. Their faces were quite ugly, and they didn't seem to want to have a real conflict, but at this moment they were already drawing their swords and it was difficult to get back into the sheath.

Yuan Lixuan's internal strength was only four levels, but behind him, there were at least five or more masters of the seventh level of internal strength standing there. The men who kept coming out of the inn and holding weapons in their hands put great pressure on the other party.

The atmosphere in the field gradually became tense at this moment.

As more and more people were behind Yuan Lixuan, the few people on the other side seemed a little uneasy, especially the middle-aged man who was fighting Zhong Puyuan, his attack finally began to become fierce.

Indeed, no matter who it is, when you see the increase in enemies you face, you will always subconsciously solve the opponent in front of you first.

Moreover, based on the observation just now, he has confirmed that among these people, there is only Zhong Puyuan, a master with eighth level internal strength. As long as he is solved, the rest will be much easier to deal with.

At least, even if they can't beat it, they can escape easily.

Sometimes, the effect of a master playing is much stronger than that of a large group of low-level cultivators.

As the middle-aged man began to take it seriously, Zhong Puyuan suddenly felt tremendous pressure.

The middle-aged man used a very rare gold-type martial art, and at least half of his martial arts were on his arms that were far longer than ordinary people. While waving his arms, it was like a big sword slashing across it. At the palm of his palm, there was a faint metallic light flashing. This was clearly a characteristic that would appear only when a certain special gold-type martial art was practiced to a certain level.

At this moment, under the man's crazy urging, his palm became closer and closer to the metal color, and the power of the palm was getting stronger and stronger. The fierce sound of breaking through the air was enough to make people frightened.

Yuan Lixuan and others were worried, and without realizing it, they gradually got closer to the battle group.

After seeing the other party's power, no one dared to take it lightly. They all planned to rush forward immediately if they didn't see it.

No matter how powerful the middle-aged man's martial arts were, he was just a cultivator of the eighth level of internal strength. If more than a hundred people greeted him at the same time, then he would have to escape in panic.

However, at this moment, a calm voice came from behind: "Come back to me and watch it."

When the sound rang out, the anxious look on Yuan Lixuan and others' faces disappeared without a trace. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back silently, leaving the battle group of the two people.

Because they had already heard it, this was He Yiming's voice.

Although He Yiming was only sixteen years old, he was a legendary innate powerhouse. These diners and servants from the Yuan family had already heard the stories of this powerhouse during this period.

In their hearts, He Yiming has almost been mocked.

Since he is watching the battle, what else do you need to worry about?

Although these people retreated, the man who fought with Zhong Puyuan and other people watching the battle not far away were inexplicably nervous.

So many people gathered around just now. Although the momentum was terrifying, these people were sure that they could escape even if they could not beat them.

However, a sentence just came from the store, which made these people stop obediently. What's even more terrifying is that there was no look of resentment on these people's faces. Instead, there was a hint of expectation and excitement in everyone's eyes.

These people are all experienced people, and they will immediately know the weight of the person who speaks.

That was definitely an outstanding figure who could suppress these more than a hundred burly men and convince them.

At this point, they were shocked. If they provoked this person hidden in the dark, they would be afraid that they would not get any benefits today.

The leader even regretted why he wanted to steal the courtyard. If he had known that these people were so difficult, he would have agreed to live in the upper room or patted his butt and left.

After hearing He Yiming's voice, Zhong Puyuan was immediately excited. He shouted lightly, but the palm technique in his hand became more and more gentle.

What he used was a set of water-based exercises. Although this exercise may not be first-class, it is not too bad.

His hands kept drawing strange circles within a certain range. After each circle was drawn, a vortex suddenly appeared in the center. Each vortex looked like a spring, bounced the middle-aged man's arms out.

Although he never fought with the middle-aged man from beginning to end, he was at a slight disadvantage from the scene, but he was just like a piece of braised candy. Once you stick to it, it would be unlikely to pick it off safely.

After a while, a light shout from the opposite side came from: "Li Fuzhou, don't delay any more, solve it quickly."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, but he still responded.

Zhong Puyuan was secretly angry. Everyone was a eighth-level internal energy practitioner at the same level. Although your internal energy cultivation is one step ahead of me, it is probably not that easy to solve me.

However, just when he was angry, the middle-aged man Li Fuzhou suddenly withdrew his arm and retreated several steps.

He had been the main attack just now and had the upper hand. Naturally, he retreated as soon as he wanted, without any entanglement.

Zhong Puyuan was stunned and suspicious. He was really unsure of his mind whether to go forward and chase him immediately.

However, just as he hesitated, Li Fuzhou raised his arms, his very long arms were strangely put together, and his hands were stretched out flat, and those palms were also much larger than ordinary people.

At this moment, the ten fingers of these hands were entangled with each other, and the next moment, formed an extremely strange handprint. The handprint seemed to be close together with ten fingers, but the two thumbs were strangely penetrated through the gaps of several fingers, revealing two pieces of snow-white long nails.

For some reason, when Zhong Puyuan saw this handprint, his face changed slightly, because he actually sensed that there was a force that he could not understand. Moreover, this force was extremely dangerous, which made him feel like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

At this moment, in a dark corner of the store, He Yiming suddenly exclaimed in surprise and said, "I know who these people are?"

He Quanxin and his son were slightly stunned. A thought emerged in their minds at the same time. Could it be that these people were the people Yiming recognized when he went out last time?

He Yiming glanced at them, smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle, brother, look at their clothes."

He Quanxin and He Yi were surprised. When they looked carefully, they seemed to be familiar with each other's clothes, but they couldn't remember them for a moment.

He Yiming whispered: "Brother, it's your wedding day."

He Yi finally lit up his eyes and said, "I remember that the Linlang Lin family members are specially worn by the Lin family servants, so there is absolutely no mistake."

He Quanxin nodded. In order to recruit He Yiming, Lin Taoli went to Hejiazhuang and her party in person, but in the end he came with excitement and returned in disappointment.

It was just that He Yiming and Lin Taoli had a battle, and it was natural that they were impressed by these people's clothes.

However, they did not know that the reason why He Yiming was able to recognize them was not recognized by these clothes, but by the mark on Li Fuzhou's hand.

Although this mark is not the Voldetic Seal or the Yunyu Seal, He Yiming has such a vision. He only recognized it at a glance that his hand seal technique is of the same origin as the innate mark of the Linlang Lin family.

However, compared with Lin Taoli, the seal technique that Li Fuzhou used at this moment is undoubtedly much less powerful, and it can be said that it is not above the same level.

I don’t know whether it was because he didn’t master it well or the power of this seal method itself was limited. In short, this level of power did not surprise He Yiming.

However, if He Yiming doesn’t care about it, Zhong Puyuan won’t do it.

His eyes were wide open, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and his internal strength was flowing at the fastest speed, bringing his strength to the extreme.

Because the other party's handprints put too much pressure on him, he deeply understood that this moment might be the most powerful opponent he encountered in his life.

Li Fuzhou suddenly shouted softly, stepped out, and the seal method in his hand smashed towards Zhong Puyuan on the spot like a hammer.

That's right, he used it to smash it, and it was very aggressive and gave people no room to dodge.

Zhong Puyuan's legs were retreating like flowing water, but he immediately discovered that the other party's hand marks were always in the same position, as if no matter where he escaped, he would inevitably be hit by this punch. He was shocked. What kind of combat skill was this, which would make him feel such a terrifying feeling for no reason.

In fact, if he knew that this combat skill was evolved through innate combat skills, he would not be so frustrated.

What a powerful existence innate combat skills. Even if it is simplified, only 30% of its power will be left for ordinary acquired masters to practice, but he cannot easily avoid it.

He paused his feet, and since he couldn't avoid it, he should do it.

He shouted loudly, raised his hands high, and was about to fight against the other party's mark.

However, at this moment, he saw the sarcastic smile on the corner of Li Fuzhou's mouth, as if he was mocking him for being overestimated.

Zhong Puyuan's heart was suddenly soaked with cold sweat that penetrated, and he regretted it. But at this moment, it was an arrow on the string and he had to fire it.

The internal strength of the whole body is condensed at one point and pushes forward desperately.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and a man had come to him at some point.

His two palms had already been shot out. Facing the sudden and close figure, Zhong Puyuan could not stop at all. These palms were heavily printed on the man's vest.

He was shocked. Where did this figure come from? It turned out to be like a ghost and charming, which made him unable to react.

"puff……"

A light sound came, Zhong Puyuan Daqi, and the sound did not seem to be coming from the man's vest, but from the man's front.

He thought to himself, what's going on? Did he accidentally practice the magical skill of beating a cow across the mountain? It clearly hit the back of his heart, but caused harm to the front of his heart.

However, in just a moment, he knew that this matter was absolutely impossible.

He had already seen clearly when his body turned.

It was He Yiming who blocked his and Li Fuzhou.

After seeing He Yiming, he immediately realized that although his palm power was not small, if he wanted to hurt this person, it would undoubtedly be a daydream.

He took a few steps respectfully, his hands drooped naturally, looking extremely respectful.

In front of He Yiming, Li Fuzhou's handprint hit He Yiming's chest and abdomen.
To be continued...