Dare, he wants this old man to stay here and be a shield for all of them.

The old man said lightly: "This place is my home, so naturally I won't leave easily." ”

As she spoke, she waved her hand at NV Xiu next to her and said, "You come with me!"

Then, one old and one young, they went to the blacksmith shop.

The male cultivator's face was a little unsightly, and he looked for a few people to muttered for a while, and then dispersed.

Ye Changsheng heard it, and he secretly arranged a few people to monitor the old man's movements.

He was originally too lazy to meddle with other people's affairs, although this old man may be a legendary martial artist, but he didn't have much interest in him, but the male cultivator actually sent someone to stop him when Ye Changsheng was about to leave, "That male cultivator wanted to let Ye Changsheng be a witness as a foreigner when the Lin family came."

As for whether Ye Changsheng would be angered by the angry Lin family, that was naturally not something that the male cultivators would consider.

If it wasn't like this, it would be fine, as soon as he did this, Ye Changsheng would have a more direct view of the Lin family's domineering. The thought of wanting to leave actually faded. He wanted to see how domineering the Lin family would be, and whether they would really slaughter this town.

So, he found an inn not far from the alley and stayed in it.

The speed of the Lin family was much faster than Ye Changsheng imagined, about two hours, and when it was just getting dark, an abnormal spiritual power appeared on the street.

Ye Changsheng looked out, but saw that the three Jindan late-stage monks were surrounding the alley, but he didn't enter, but looked at the sky above the side.

The male cultivator in Shuangqi Town was crowded not far away with several monks, his face panicked.

After a few breaths, under the starlight on the horizon, a brilliant red light suddenly flashed, and then, a monk in a red robe had already stood in the middle of the three Jindan monks.

The monk's appearance was somewhat similar to that of the young man who had died today, but his face was full of yīn, which gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

He put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Yang Jinlong, my son died in Shuangqi Town, don't you want to say something before you die?"

Yang Jinlong was the name of the male cultivator, and when he heard this, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said: "The matter of today's anger of the predecessors has nothing to do with my monks in Shuangqi Town, and the person who did it is a mortal person."

It's just that he is a little weird, and when the two of them did it, Young Master Lin didn't notice it for a while, and the speed of the two of them was too fast at that time, so it would hurt him. None of us had time to come to the rescue. Therefore, we deliberately left the murderer of Young Master Lin here. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the blacksmith shop, and then continued: "In addition, we have sought the foreign monks who were present at the time as evidence. ”

As he spoke, he pointed at Ye Changsheng again.

The head of the Lin family just glanced at Ye Changsheng casually, then turned around and sneered: "Ordinary people, I want to see what kind of ordinary people can kill a Jindan stage cultivator." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the monk at the entrance of the alley, and the man strode towards the blacksmith's shop.

To his surprise, after the man ran into the blacksmith shop, he didn't seem to be able to stand firmly, but he heard an oozing sound, and then the man's body flew out of the blacksmith shop and fell to the ground in an extremely distorted shape. When everyone looked at it, they saw that this person seemed to have been hit by a blunt object, and he was already out of breath.

Yang Jinlong's face turned whiter, but he said in a slur in his mouth: "Senior, you, you also saw it, we are not lying." ”

The head of the Lin family was furious, stretched out his hand and threw it at Yang Jinlong, and a big flame hand appeared out of thin air, slapped Yang Jinlong fiercely, and knocked him out of the ground, hitting the stone wall straight and fainting. When he landed on the ground, everyone saw that most of his face had been scorched black by the great hands of the flames.

Then, the head of the Lin family suddenly rushed towards the blacksmith shop.

A sledgehammer suddenly flew out of the blacksmith shop and smashed towards the Lin family head in mid-air.

This hammer was extremely fast, one point faster than the one it had used to attack Lin Flame in mid-air before. The head of the Lin family was stopped by this hammer when he pounced, but seeing that he didn't dodge or dodge, his figure suddenly stopped, and with another wave of his palm, the flame hand appeared again, holding the sledgehammer directly in it.

The flame hand seemed to be extremely hot, and when it just held the sledgehammer, it trembled slightly, and then stopped the attack of the sledgehammer, and then, large drops of molten iron flowed down from the sledgehammer. In an instant, the sledgehammer had been melted out of the twelfth.

Later, the figure of the old man appeared at the entrance of the blacksmith shop. He held a simple knife of a length of several feet in his hand, the light on the knife was shining, and it looked extremely intimidating, but this simple knife was clearly the same as the sledgehammer, just an ordinary blade.

The head of the Lin family raised his chin high, looked at the old man, and his voice was full of majesty and anger: "Mortal, is it you who killed my son?"

Ye Changsheng almost vomited when he listened to it, and he said: "This guy has just been promoted to the Yuan Infant Stage, why is he talking in such a big tone, as if he is a saint." ... ，

He didn't understand the kind of raised eyebrows and arrogance that suddenly trembled up in a person who had been suppressed for a long time.

The old man glanced at the head of the Lin family and snorted, "It turns out that the waste wood is your son." It's true, Lao Tzu is a hero, Lao Tzu is a bear, and if you can teach such a son, your ability can be imagined. The head of the Lin family was immediately furious, and he felt a sense of anger that he had been insulted by the ants. He shouted, "Old horseman, give me death!" as he spoke, his flaming hand grabbed the half-melted sledgehammer and smashed it at the old man.

This smashing momentum is extremely fast, and it is even faster than the speed at which the old man throws the sledgehammer out.

saw that the old man's waist was twisted, and the knife slashed straight down, and actually split the sledgehammer in half directly from the middle.

After the flame hand threw out the sledgehammer, he pounced on it with the sledgehammer and grabbed the old man head.

It turned out that the head of the Lin family was far smarter than his son, and he could see at a glance that the old man's strength in close combat was not weak, so he directly attacked with the hand of flame from a distance.

The old man slashed at the flame hand. Unexpectedly, the flame hand is an existence between essence and spiritual power, as long as the head of the Lin family moves his mind, he can switch between essence and spiritual power. Because of his sword, he failed to stop the flame arrow, and the flame hand swept past his sword, burning the big knife red. But the big flame hand took advantage of the situation to rush towards him.

The old man's body moved quickly and suddenly, moving left and right within the wide range of the alley, but the big flame hand was unrelenting, grabbing him.

After a few glances, the old man did not notice any of them, and was grabbed by the flaming hand on his left arm. There was only a pop sound, and all the clothes on the old man's left arm were turned to ashes, and his dark and strong muscles were burned under the scorching hand of the flames, and the ground trembled, and in an instant, the surface of his arm was covered with extremely terrible burn marks.

However, the head of the Lin family next to him was even more surprised, he knew that this flame hand was extremely hot, it was an ordinary Jindan stage monk, and if it was burned like this, that arm would definitely be burned to ashes. The old man in front of him, after being burned in the front, was actually only burned, but it was not hindered, which is really strange.

Rao is like this, the old man was controlled by this flame hand, but he was never able to get rid of it, and after three or two more faces, the Pu knife in the old man's hand had been softened by the flame hand.

The old man tried to rush forward several times, and fought with the head of the Lin family in close quarters, but he failed to do so.

He grabbed a few long knives from the shelf next to him and threw them, but they were all stopped by the flaming hand.

Ye Changsheng couldn't bear to see it, and when he was making a move, he suddenly noticed that there was a strange spiritual power in the blacksmith shop.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light slashed through the blacksmith's shop, and in an instant, it slashed through the flaming hand. The head of the Lin family has just materialized this flame hand,

Therefore, he was immediately slashed by this knife, and it was directly shattered.

The old man let out a long sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and swallowed a pill. The few breaths of time when Shicai fought against the head of the Lin family were too difficult.

Then, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and dark skin walked out of the blacksmith's shop. The young man was wearing a simple tiger skin, carrying a snowy two-foot short knife in his hand, and more than a dozen of the same short knives on his back. At first glance, there was not the slightest movement of spiritual power in this young man's meridians, and only Ye Changsheng noticed that the juvenile muscles were far more solid and dense than ordinary people's, just like a monk used the meridians to absorb spiritual power, and he used his muscles to absorb spiritual power.

By this time, Ye Changsheng could already be sure that the young man and the old man were definitely legendary martial cultivators.

Legend has it that martial cultivators only practice the ròu body, not the meridians, because by cultivating the ròu body, they are able to keep the state of the body at its best all times, thus prolonging their lifespan. When the martial arts cultivator has cultivated to a certain level, he can even compete with the monk's magic weapon with his ròu body, and the power of hand-to-hand combat is incomparable. In addition, when martial cultivators break through the realm, it is also possible to obtain all kinds of powerful supernatural powers.

It is rumored that the former Erlang God Yang Jian is a martial artist.

Seeing that the young man was in the blink of an eye, he smashed his divine power flame big hand, and a trace of solemnity passed through the heart of the head of the Lin family. He looked at the young man carefully, and did not notice anything unusual except that the other party's ** strength was quite strong. After all, martial arts have been gone for many years, and many people have never even heard of the martial arts category.

Then, the head of the Lin family sneered, and his body flew up steeply, suspended high in the air more than ten zhang high. Then, he glanced at the young man with indifferent eyes, and said, "Is this your dependence? Then let me send you back to the West together." ”！。