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Chapter 1942 is the one who suffers the most

The warrior was stunned and looked at the middle-aged man, a little reluctant, but Dr. Lin was not easy to mess with. He swore and said tremblingly: "Doctor Lin, you can borrow a knife, but... But what you do next has nothing to do with me... I have to declare it in advance..."

"Don't worry! Just think this knife fell, I picked it up!"

Lin Yang said lightly, pulled out the knife and walked towards the young man over there.

Everyone at the scene breathed tightly.

Many people subconsciously retreated.

"Doctor Lin, what are you going to do?" Jiang Nansong frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"President Jiang, this matter has nothing to do with you. I will settle with you later!" Lin Yang said lightly.

"Rareless!" Jiang Nansong suddenly shouted: "I warn you Doctor Lin! This is the banquet site of the Wushu Association! This is Yanjing! It's not your turn to do it here! I warn you, if you dare to hurt people here! Be careful I'm not polite to you!"

Lin Yang did not expect Jiang Nansong to be so intense.

Could it be that the poison on his body has really been solved?

"President Jiang, you don't have to worry about this matter. I want to see how this yellow-mouthed child hurts people in front of me! I want to see his ability." The middle-aged man asked with his hands behind his back and his face blankly.

"This...well."

Jiang Nansong hesitated and retreated to the side.

"You can do it, but I have to warn you that you only have one chance, because once you do it and fail, I can only destroy you! I was originally going to kill you, but this is President Jiang's place, I will give him face! Of course, if you regret it, it is still too late to kneel down now, but I still want to destroy you! Because no one can provoke me, and no one dares to be unfavorable to my son, do you understand?" the middle-aged man said indifferently.

The condescending momentum seemed to highlight him as a high-ranking king.

Lin Yang shook his head and said indifferently: "Since that's the case, I will pack up with you and your son."

"So crazy!"

"Hahaha, what is he talking about?"

"Just dream!"

"It's undead!"

Many people around him laughed.

The young man was even more hilarious.

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, and the disdain in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"A boy who doesn't know the world is so strong!"

However, at this time.

Whoosh!

Lin Yang moved.

People were like strong wind, rushing straight towards the two of them.

"What?"

The young man's smile froze.

"Um?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look tight. He immediately took a step and stepped aside to stop Lin Yang who was rushing towards him.

This movement also made Lin Yang understand the strength of the middle-aged man.

This man's methods are definitely not inferior to Zhan Yidao, and are not even inferior to Lin Yang!

The guests at the scene could not see the figures of the two of them at all. They could only see the two hazy shadows that seemed to collide a few times. The speed was so fast that everyone thought they were hallucinating.

The same is true for young men.

The speed of Lin Yang's exposure made him feel a little panicked, and he subconsciously retreated.

But just as he took a step back, the middle-aged man's shouts echoed: "Lin'er! Don't move around!"

The young man Ji Lin was so scared that he trembled all over and hurriedly stood there, not daring to move.

The afterimage in the void collided about twenty or thirty times and finally stopped.

The two of them returned to their original positions.

The middle-aged man was unscathed.

As for Lin Yang, there was no harm, but his breath seemed a little messy and he didn't seem to have taken advantage of.

He still held the borrowed knife in his hand, but the knife edge was shiny and there was no blood stain. I thought he had never encountered a middle-aged man.

"Is this just the strength? That's really disappointing." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"What? Are you still disappointed?" Lin Yang asked back.

"Why don't you disappoint? Look at your knife."

"oh?"

Lin Yang raised the knife in his hand.

But I saw a large number of cracks suddenly appearing on the body of the sharp long sword, and then the whole knife exploded and turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Lin Yang's arm sleeve suddenly exploded, and a large number of cracks appeared on his arm, countless blood slits appeared, and blood flowed out, making his scalp numb and tight.

Look at this, I'm afraid this arm is going to be ruined!

"ah?"

There was a sensation around.

"Mr. Lin."

Zhan Yidao hurried over to support him, extremely worried.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Lin Yang exhaled.

"Mr. Lin, don't think he is not as old as me. In fact, his strength is above me! I think they must have used evil magic to the Gai Tian Sect! This person must have used evil magic to practice martial arts! Otherwise, he would not have such strength! Don't fight him anymore!" Zhan Yidao said anxiously.

"I can see that this person has a dark face and evil intentions. He must have practiced the method of the left and right to increase his skills! This method will bring serious sequelae and will not be far away for a long time, but don't worry, the person who suffers the most is not me, but him!" Lin Yang said calmly.

"It was him who suffered the most?"

Zhan Yidao was stunned, but he still didn't understand the meaning of Lin Yang's words.

Sudden.

Scream!

A strange sound came out, and he saw Ji Lin, a young man standing there, suddenly falling down and falling to the ground.
Chapter completed!
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