Crack…Crack…Crack…Crack…

A sensation of numbness and pain spread throughout the body, but this pain point was not enough to change Yue Lin's expression much compared to the previous sadness that penetrated the soul.

After several breaths, Yue Lin pulled off the broken clothes on his body, looked at his body with satisfaction, and pushed open the stone door of the exercise room and walked out.

"Let me see who dares to act here."

At least a dozen people lay in the martial arts field of Lianfeng Villa, all of whom were guards raised by the villa. The worst of them were warriors who had cultivated their inner breath. They were also considered the backbone of them when placed in any small town, but now they can only collapse on the ground and remain motionless.

Yue Lin slowly stepped into the gate of the martial arts training ground, and his eyes suddenly fell on the tall figure standing proudly in the center of the venue.

"I thought Lianfeng Villa was so powerful, but I didn't expect that I was just famous and couldn't find anyone who could take my move."

The young man in white smiled and turned toward Yue Lin who had just come.

"Have you finally brought the rescue back? But looking at you, you're just a useless person and don't even have the qualifications to draw my sword."

"Where is your owner, let him come out and die quickly!"

The young man has a handsome appearance that makes women jealous, and his tall figure, Yue Lin is usually like a stone on the side of the road.

Yue Lin stood about ten steps away from him and said calmly: "I am the owner of the manor."

After looking at Yue Lin up and down, the young man spitted on the ground disdainfully: "Are you the blacksmith named Yue? I really don't know what luck you have left, making you the owner of this Lao Shizi Lianfeng Villa."

"But it doesn't matter. Your good days are over, and next year's day is your death day!"

Yue Linan waited quietly for him to finish speaking, nodded and said, "Are you finished speaking? You have a lot of words."

There was a loud bang.

Yue Lin's body had already appeared in front of the man in white, and at the place where he was originally standing, there was only a big pit and broken stones left.

The huge strong wind made the man in white squint his eyes. In the sight where there was only a gap left, Yue Lin's not huge body was like a demon, occupying his entire field of vision.

The man in white had a very fast hand speed, and he brought up a afterimage, and in an instant he had already grasped the hilt of the sword on his waist.

Even though Yue Lin's speed and strength frightened him, he was not panicked because he still had a sword.

As long as the sword is unsheathed, he will be confident that he will kill any opponent on the spot.

Of course, except for that man, the man he sincerely admires and admires.

Bang!

The man in white suddenly shrank his eyes!

His hand holding the hilt of the sword was held by another big hand that was scattered with a terrifying aura. The hand was like a pliers, turning all his hopes into bubbles.

Another dull bang.

The man in white was as if struck by lightning. He was hit hard by an elbow in his chest, his body soared into the air, and fell heavily on the ground of the martial arts field.

At the entrance of the martial arts venue, the cute little maid was stunned, and the manager next to her was so surprised that he almost sat on the ground.

it's over?

Is this the end?

The guy who just now knocked down more than ten guards like chopping melons and vegetables was so vulnerable?

Both of them didn't even see how their owners took action.

Yue Lin walked to the man in white, grabbed his clothes and lifted him up.

"Is he actually a woman? He has good skills in changing and disguising, but the rest are a bit loose."

The woman who was carried by Yue Lin regained some consciousness, felt that she was being lifted upside down, and struggled violently.

"You are too weak. Really, I haven't even taken care of my preparations. I'm so weak that I'm unreasonable."

The woman in white stiffened her body, her chest was undulating violently, and then a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

"I'm just a little bit short. As long as I'm going to draw my sword, you will definitely die!"

"oh?"

Yue Lin smiled disdainfully: "If you win, you win, you will win, if you lose, you will lose. How can there be so many reasons to say?"

After saying that, his five fingers began to exert force slowly and pinched her throat.

"Remember not to say so much before subduing the enemy in the next life. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. The little skill of the kung fu is enough for you to pull out the sword."

Her face turned red and she struggled weakly, and she said angrily: "I will wait for you below, and my elder brother will avenge me..."

"kindness?"

Yue Lin blinked, with a little strength, and asked with interest: "Who is your elder brother?"

The woman in white gasped and breathed in full breath of hard-earned air.

After a while, she tried to raise her head, stared at Yue Lin and said, "My eldest brother is Qingyi!"

"Oh? The sword madman Qingyi and his sister are also there. So what's your name?"

"Qingyuan."

Yue Lin lowered his head, looked at her appearance carefully, and then shook his head, "It doesn't look like it, and the strength of yours and Taoist Qingyi is really too different."

Qingyuan chewed his teeth tightly and said coldly: "I just didn't draw my sword."

Yue Lin suddenly smiled again: "Is your sword technique the same as Qingyi?"

Qingyuan was about to open his mouth and say something, but then he closed his mouth tightly.

"I originally wanted to kill you, but now I have changed my mind." Yue Lin paused for a moment, and walked towards the backyard of the villa in another direction.

When Qingyuan saw that she was getting closer to the house where Yue Lin lived, even she couldn't help but panic and involuntarily thought about it in a bad direction.

Yue Lin opened the thick stone door of the cultivation secret room and threw Qingyuan in.

"What do you want to do?"

Although Qingyuan tried hard to make a ruthless expression, she, who was now being held in her hands by Yue Lin, lacked that momentum no matter what.

After being captured by mistake, Qingyuan immediately thought of a series of bad results. Even though she was cruel and cold, she couldn't help panic.

With a bang, Qingyuan's forehead slammed heavily on the hard floor, and suddenly it became dark and blue.

Yue Lin walked in, closed the stone gate, and said to Qingyuan: "I will give you a chance to draw the sword. You have no other choice, only victory or death."

As soon as Yue Lin finished speaking, Qingyuan suddenly felt that she could move. More importantly, her inner breath that had just been imprisoned was circulating smoothly again.

With a blink of an eye, she pulled out the long sword on her waist without hesitation this time.

The blade moves with the tip of the sword, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, ready to cause fatal damage to the enemy's body at any time.

Yue Lin stood with his hands behind his back without warning, just observing every small movement of Qingyuan.

"I know you want to peek at the secrets of Big Brother's sword technique from me, but I advise you not to worry about this."

"Brother's swordsmanship is a hundred times better than mine. You may not even be able to catch my sword, so you dare to speak vainly to face my brother?"

Qingyuan sneered, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, with a strange rhythm.

"I will let you know now who is..."

Bang!!!
Chapter completed!