"Ah...Yuanhao!"

Zhang Wencui screamed in dismay, ran quickly to the front, and helped her fiancé back, in shock.

I thought Yu Yuanhao had excellent martial arts skills and would have ruined that bastard Lin Yang, but unexpectedly, he humiliated himself and suffered harm. He was embarrassed in front of everyone and was seriously injured.

In the office on the second floor of the trading yard, Lin Xueshan stood in front of the window and watched. Even though her son was duel with the Young Master Qingcheng, she still looked indifferent.

There were several masters from Yuguo standing behind, all of whom were middle-aged and above. Someone said: "President, the young leader of the Qingcheng Sect was injured by the eldest son. I'm afraid he won't let it go. Let's take action and deal with those bastards."

Lin Xueshan shook her head and said, "No one is allowed to go over. Lin Yang is in trouble. He must let him solve it himself. Just pretend that we are not here, otherwise everything will depend on the family and will weaken his fighting spirit."

"Understood."

Since the president said that, several experts had to give up and give up the idea of ​​going to help.

Looking at the open space outside, the two old men accompanying him were Qingcheng masters, named Guan Yuanzi and Guangmuzi, both of whom were junior brothers of the head. Now, seeing Yu Yuanhao being injured, I screamed in my heart that it was not good, and my face changed drastically, and I felt it was difficult to go back and explain.

Among them, Guan Yuanzi had a irritable personality and cursed with a dark face: "The bold madman dares to hurt our young leader of Qingcheng. Do you want to die?

I personally take action to deal with you and make you pay the price of bleeding.”

Like a trapped beast, the guy rushed out of the cage and rushed towards Lin Yang, wanting to destroy him as a compensation for the young leader.

But unexpectedly, a cold light roared in the flash of lightning and stabbed Guan Yuanzi's right shoulder. It turned out to be a flying knife. He grinned his teeth and stopped quickly.

Guan Yuanzi roared wildly: "Who, who is it?

How dare you attack me? Is there any culture?”

"If you dare to shout, you should kill your life with one blow!"

A voice came from the crowd, and then an elegant middle-aged man walked out, with a handsome appearance, Li Zuole, the flying sword prodigal son. He really couldn't stand Guan Yuanzi's arrogant look, and directly stabbed a flying sword on the other party's shoulder.

The appearance made people feel amazing, and they interpreted what Xiao Li’s flying knife was, and they were like this! The onlookers whispered, "Who is this uncle? He is very handsome and has a distinctive instant noodles."

"You don't know. It is said that he is the descendant of Xiao Li Feidao. He has been in the sea of ​​clouds for a long time."

The blood stained Guan Yuanzi's sleeves red. The key was that he had not made any moves, and he just started to say that it was simply outrageous.

He said hatefully: "If you dare to go against the Qingcheng Sect, you will definitely die a bad death."

Li Zuole said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, my life belongs to Mr. Lin. If you want to touch him, just think about it after I pass this level."

This is not flattery, but the absolute truth. If it weren't for Lin Yang's rescue, Li Zuole would have been killed by the rebels, so he was grateful and showed up at the critical moment.

Another old man from Qingcheng, Guangmuzi, realized that his senior brother was seriously injured and his martial arts value was greatly reduced, so it was impossible to defeat Xiao Li Feidao's descendants.

Hiromeko took a step forward, shook her wrist, pulled out the long sword she was carrying, and said in a deep voice: "I'll learn about your flying knife skills. If your flying knife cannot be shot, I will remove one of your arms."

Before Li Zuole agreed, someone snorted coldly: "Brother Li, leave this old guy for me to deal with."

Everyone was surprised to find that a man actually came out in a wheelchair and came opposite Hiromeko. There was a long sword tied behind the wheelchair, which was very eye-catching.

"Shan, what kind of god is this? Do you have to fight even if you have any legs?"

"I guess he is also a trainer, with a long sword..." After all, there are very few people who know Linghu Ye, so he ignored everyone's speculation. Even though he glanced at his former lover Zhang Wencui, he was still calm and had already thought about it.

Since they have never cared about you, why can't they forget it?

A man must be able to take it and let it go, otherwise he will live in pain all his life, and will not seek troubles.

After treatment, Linghu Ye has improved greatly, almost recovered, and has been taken care of by someone and recovered very quickly.

Lin Yang was afraid that his elder brother would be bored in the villa, so he ordered his subordinates to bring Linghu Ye over to watch the fun, and he pretended to be relaxing.

For the sake of safety, the subordinates in charge of nursing Linghu Ye pulled the wheelchair over. As for the long sword tied to it, the same is true in normal times, because Linghu Ye often sits and practices swords to consolidate his strength.

Hiromeko was furious. It was incredible that a disabled person in a wheelchair dared to challenge him.

He said angrily: "You trash, do you dare to fight me?"

Linghu Ye snorted coldly: "If anyone is underestimated, I'm afraid you are not even as good as a waste."

He copied his right hand back and pulled out his sword, "Don't talk too much, let's take a move."

"This is what you asked for, don't blame me for being ruthless."

In anger, Guangmuzi became brave and brave, and stabbed the opponent's chest with a sword. It was extremely fast and had a piercing force, which was indeed vicious enough.

"Ah..." Screams came from around. Everyone felt that Linghu Ye in the wheelchair was inconvenient to move. He could not avoid this sword no matter what, and he would definitely become a dead person.

In other words, Hiromiko's sword is stable, accurate and ruthless. Not to mention a disabled person, even other masters will be unable to resist.

However, Linghu Ye seemed to have expected it, and his body suddenly tilted, causing the wheelchair to turn over and avoid the attack in time.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared. Linghu Ye quickly stabbed out a backhand sword, which was incredibly fast. Everyone couldn't see clearly. Then he heard a scream, which actually came from the mouth of the Qingcheng master.

"Dang!"

The sword held by Hiromeko fell to the ground, covered her bloody wrist with her hands, and retreated in panic, as if she had seen a ghost.

Everyone was even more shocked, it was incredible and incredible.

Young Master Lin is surrounded by a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger. If you don’t accept it, Xiao Li’s descendants showed off his unique skills and injured the Qingcheng master with one knife, which is amazing.

At this moment, a person with a problem with his legs and feet was even more powerful and stabbed another Qingcheng Sect master with one sword. What kind of exquisite sword technique is so shocking.

With a swipe, Linghu Ye put the long sword into the sheath without taking a look at it. He just relied on his feelings, free and neat.

The disciples of Qingcheng Sect were stunned. The young leader and two senior masters were injured one after another. What should I do? Do I still have to fight bloody battles?

Lin Yang looked over with a gloomy gaze, frowned impatiently, "Why don't you get out of here?"

The bodies of a group of Qingcheng disciples trembled almost at the same time, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes, but they did not dare to retaliate. After all, the other party was too powerful.

Yu Yuanhao felt embarrassed and said angrily: "If you don't leave quickly, don't embarrass you."

The elites before were so powerful that they let the onlookers give way, but now they are completely wilted like eggplants made by frost, escorting Yu Yuanhao to the outside of the crowd.

Zhang Wencui was surprised to find that people had come to the Emei Sect. Five cars were driving over, leading a convertible 212 jeep, with a master standing on it. Although he was middle-aged, he was well maintained without any wrinkles.
Chapter completed!