"Why are you here, senior?"

Lin Yuantong shook his head and sighed.

"father!"

Cheng Kang wanted to dissuade him, but Cheng Wenshan stared silently. Cheng Wenshan said, "I have decided, no one needs to persuade me."

He looked at his wife who was crying again, with a gentle look on his face, and said with a smile: "The robes underground, even if I have a breath left, can bring back more than a dozen southern barbarians. If I don't give this little baby Lin's color today, if I go underground in the future, wouldn't they be laughed at to death?"

Mrs. Cheng clenched her hands tightly and wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded.

Cheng Wenshan finally looked at Lin Yuantong and raised his hand and said, "The grudges between Cheng and Lin families will be over tonight. Please."

Lin Yuantong sighed and said, "Since you have decided, I will understand it."

"Haha! OK!"

Cheng Wenshan left a afterimage on the spot, and left the laughter in place. In an instant, his figure came close to Lin Yuantong and slapped out his palms. Lin Yuantong moved his feet, showing them to each other, and showed his palms to greet him.

Although both of them were unable to break through the sound barrier, their palms were powerful and powerful, as if two mountains collided together, and their energy exploded and scattered. The two men separated and each flew backwards.

Cheng Wenshan pressed down on the toes, stepped on a long air mark in the air, quickly stabilizing his body, and pointed around the air, jingling, and the scattered broken swords on the ground flew up one after another, connecting the heads and tails into a line, flying in the sky like a silver satin. With Cheng Wenshan's finger, it suddenly stretched like a python and pierced Lin Yuantong.

Lin Yuantong's expression was calm, neither dodging nor dodging. His true energy was everywhere, and clouds were lingering. The flying sword came near Lin Yuantong, and instantly split into two parts, flowing through both sides of Lin Yuantong's body. At this time, Lin Yuantong was like a reef, and no matter how surging the sea waves could not shake me.

When the last broken sword passed by Lin Yuantong, Cheng Wenshan also came to Lin Yuantong and punched, and Lin Yuantong also swung his fists to meet him.

The two fists were like storms. They seemed to have countless arms between each other, hitting from the air to the ground, and then hitting back from the ground. In just a moment, hundreds of fists had been swept. A fierce and fierce wind emerged from the two, sweeping around, blowing the Cheng family members so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

After the two separated, Cheng Wenshan couldn't help but cough, Lin Yuantong's breath was slightly chaotic, and he looked at each other, and felt emotion in his heart. Cheng Wenshan sighed that Lin Yuantong's hero was a young man, and he was only in his twenties and had such achievements in his cultivation. Lin Yuantong admired Cheng Wenshan for being stronger and stronger, and could be equal to him with his remaining body.

"I never need others to give in my life." Cheng Wenshan shouted: "Young man, when will you just defend and not attack?"

"Well." Lin Yuantong sighed and said, "Then I will forgive me for offending you!"

After the words came, he had an extra sword in his hand. His wrist was extremely soft, and he kept rolling and twisting like a water snake while shaking. The sword light in his hand also shook with his wrist. The sword light was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. The sword light suddenly surged and surged out like a waterfall.
Chapter completed!