Lin Xuan looked at Shangguan Fei and chuckled, "Shangguan Jinhong is so bold. It is obvious that the person who sent this letter is not good. Isn't he afraid that I will kill you? You are his only son."

After not seeing him for a while, Shangguan Fei became even colder. He used to be afraid, but now he is only cold, cold to the enemy and to himself.

If he hadn't had a sword, Lin Xuan would have almost regarded him as Jing Wuming.

Shangguan Fei sneered: "President Lin's memory is really not very good. That day, outside Liyuan, Master Lin said in person, 'As long as my father can still have a son, my young gang leader is nothing'.

My father is young and strong, so he can still have a son. Therefore, I am just a bullshit. Since he is a bullshit, what's the difference between living and dying?

If you kill me, it means you have no confidence. A person without confidence will undoubtedly lose. If you trade a fart for victory, no one will refuse, right?"

"Of course not, the young leader is nothing, the biological son is not. Even if your father can still have a son, it will take many years to train him to become a qualified young leader.

It’s really strange for you, the people from the Money Gang. Just send me a letter and the gifts who gave me yesterday will bring them directly. Why wait until now?”

Shangguan Fei said coldly: "President Lin is a master of the world, so he naturally has to respect it. Yesterday was a good day for the leader Lin to start a sect, so it is inappropriate to send this letter."

"I started a sect yesterday. Today you sent a letter to ask me whether I was fighting or surrendering. Isn't it even more inappropriate?"

"President Lin has already gotten into the Demon Cult, so what can I do if I have an extra money gang?"

"That's true, alas! I just want to practice Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain. Why do I have to look for me? It's so unlucky."

Shangguan Fei looked at Lin Xuan's actions with an expression on his face. He knew that Lin Xuan would inevitably feel angry after reading this letter. An angry person was irrational.

Therefore, he is very likely to be killed by Lin Xuan's anger, but he is not afraid of it, he is no longer afraid of death.

Except for Shangguan Jinhong's recognition, Shangguan Fei cares nothing, including his own life.

Lin Xuan opened the war letter and the content was very simple, which was to ask Lin Xuan to go to the headquarters of the Jinqian Gang to discuss. At the end of the letter, there was a flying knife and a flying knife of Li.

Needless to say, Li Xunhuan was plotted again.

The only thing Long Xiaoyun did right in his life was to save Li Xunhuan. The biggest mistake Li Xunhuan made in his life was to make friends with Long Xiaoyun.

Lin Xuan said helplessly: "It seems I have to go."

Lin Xuan really had to go. Even if it was to see Li Xunhuan's killing Shangguan Jinhong, it would be worth it.

...

Lu Feng looked at the person in front of him first and suddenly felt that he was really old.

The white-clothed swordsman Rudy, his nephew, is only twenty-five years old this year and has surpassed him in martial arts.

(ps: Here we have modified the age of Rudy, and the third princess of the Demon Cult, Iron Gu, will explain it in advance.)

The force of fingers is against fingers. Lu Fengxian's broken gold finger, which had been practicing hard for ten years, was not as good as that of Rudy since childhood, but was broken by one finger.

Lu Fengxian really felt that it was a mistake to abandon the silver halberd. If he had joined the army in the frontier for the past ten years and used the battlefield to hone his halberd technique, how good would his martial arts have reached.

After wasting ten years, the world no longer belongs to him.

The world belongs to young people such as Lin Xuan, A Fei, Bai Tianyu, etc. By the way, there is also Rudy in front of him.

Rudy said gently and politely: "Uncle doesn't need to complain about himself. My nephew is here today not to challenge his uncle, but to give him a benefit."

"What benefits? Could it be that I can make my martial arts great? You can use it. You are still young and have a much greater potential than me. You use it more valuable than me."

Lu Di was raised by Lu Fengxian, named him uncle and nephew, but is actually a father and son. Lu Fengxian cared for Lu Di from the bottom of his heart.

Rudy was greatly moved. Although he had practiced martial arts in the Demon Sect, there were so many people in the Demon Sect who were so careless and selfish. Thinking of this, he felt more and more that his choice was correct.

"Uncle, my nephew's benefit is not a magic medicine, but a secret martial arts book called "Lianghua Baojian", which is the lifelong unique skill of a generation of strange heroes, Lianhua. If we obtain this magical skill, our Lu family will definitely be famous in the world."

"Pity Flower Treasure Mirror?" Lu Fengxian pondered for a few moments, looked at Rudy who was full of confidence, and asked, "Where is it?"

Rudy said in a deep voice: "The Demon Cult Headquarters!"

Half an hour later, Lu Feng left with Lu Di and headed straight to the headquarters of the Western Region Demon Cult.

...

Jing Wuming went to Shaolin alone.

After two years of closing the mountain, there was no sandalwood floating for ten miles in Shaolin. The sound of the scriptures spread to the grand scenery of Songshan, which seemed a bit dilapidated and desolate.

But this destruction contains a new vitality.

Jing Wuming felt that Shaolin today is like a Buddhist holy land. What is the difference between the one in the past and the Money Gang?

With a light pat, Shaolin's door opened immediately, but it was not the kind that opened left and right apart, but fell flat.

A loud "bang" sounded, alarming large numbers of birds.

Jing Wuming shouted in a deep voice: "Heart Tree, get out!"

Xinshu walked slowly to Jing Wuming's body, chanted the Buddha's name, and asked, "Is Tan Yue Jing Wuming?"

"yes!"

"What's the matter for me in Shaolin?"

"Supreme, surrender, or die!"

Xinshu smiled and said, "I, Shaolin disciple, never succumb to the external demon."

Jing Wuming sneered: "Then why did you let Lin Xuan go? There are many things happening once and there will be a second time, and it is no difference between one and ten thousand times."

"Yes, Master Lin and us are fighting for ideas, but the Money Gang and Shaolin are fighting for good and evil. The ideas can be compromised, and good and evil are incompatible."

"Heart Tree, do you want to die?"

"The four elements of monks are empty. This body is just a smelly skin. If you live, you will die. If you want to do something, you can take action."

"Okay, I heard that Lin Xuan broke the 108 Arhat Formation of Shaolin. I want to try it today!"

Shaolin disciples have surrounded Jing Wuming. Although Shaolin has closed the mountain, the information is not bad at all. How can you not know the name of Jing Wuming, the god of killing?

Shangguan Jinhong sent Jing Wuming to Shaolin, which clearly meant to be a desperate move. He said so much nonsense, but just to delay time to set up the formation.

An hour later, Jing Wuming staggered down from Shaolin. He failed, and Shaolin's background exceeded his imagination.

His sword is more fierce and ruthless than Lin Xuan's sword, but it cannot scare Shaolin disciples, and even more scare the heart tree who has made great progress in Buddhism and martial arts.

In the end, he completely injured his left arm with his complete disability, killed the Heart Tree, broke through the encirclement, and left Shaoshi Mountain.

The task given to him by Shangguan Jinhong was just to kill the Heart Tree. His people were defeated, but the mission did not fail.

...
Chapter completed!