Of course Yang Lin didn't cultivate himself well.

His body is beyond the imagination of everyone in this era.

The method of later generations, which starts from the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, and continues to the viscera and blood marrow, still has its own uniqueness.

Refining the muscles, bones and skin externally, reaching the internal organs, bone marrow and blood, and then training until the whole body is round and integrated, round and loose, will greatly improve the body's origin.

Although, the upper limit of that kind of training method is not high, and no one can continue to open a road to the sky.

But I have to say that at lower levels, it is indeed a very scientific training method.

If someone else had been injured like him, let alone jumping around alive and kicking, I'm afraid, being able to stay in bed and rest peacefully would be considered a great thing.

As a result, he vomited a few mouthfuls of bruised blood, stood there for a long time, had a good meal, and slept.

The next day, I felt almost better.

Damage to the tendons and veins of the arms and swelling of the muscles have basically not affected the ability to move and exert force.

Ninety percent of his combat strength has been restored.

Then what else is there to say.

Continue into the city...

A day passed without watching Wanyan Honglie and his entourage leave Jiaxing and continue their journey north.

He felt uneasy for a day.

Even if the opponent is surrounded by a large army for protection and has experts accompanying him, it is still good to scare him once without attacking.

Just like two people fighting, the bolder you appear and the less afraid of death, the more guilty your opponent will be and the less they dare to fight.

The truth is actually that simple.

Therefore, early the next morning, he did not bring his men and horses, and entered Jiaxing without hesitation, one man and one horse.

He didn't hide his whereabouts and looked at Zuixian Restaurant, which was three arrows away from Nanhuju.

Here you can see Nanhuju, and you can leave at any time and walk along the river without fear of the siege by the army.

It is a good place to advance and attack, and to retreat and defend.

'I'm here, I've seen it, I've been eating and drinking...'

'In this way, the pressure is all on the other side, and they are always worried about whether I will attack.'

Just like an old wolf in the forest, always watching and following.

The most dangerous moment is when no attack is launched.

It also puts the greatest pressure on people.

This is what Yang Lin had in mind.

This is a battle of the heart.

Of course, he also wished that Peng Lianhu and the others came to besiege him.

That's better.

Wanyan Honglie's side seemed even more empty. There were too many means at his disposal.

If Peng Lianhu and Master Lingzhi leave people to defend and divide their forces to attack, that's fine...

As long as you don't get besieged by several masters at the same time.

Yang Lin thought to himself that even if he was injured, he could still kill one or two people.

Now there is still some gap in the martial arts luck value, so he won't have too much.

In yesterday's battle, I killed Wu Qinglie and Qian Qingjian, and each got 20 martial luck points.

But for killing Sha Tongtian, you get an astonishing 90 points, which can be said to be very rich.

But even so, he still only has 110 martial luck value.

If I want to unblock it and reach the middle stage of Huajin, I am missing 130 points.

Killing one master is too little, but killing two is much more.

He couldn't wait any longer.

…

Entering Zuixian Building, he found a seat facing the window for good ventilation. Yang Lin casually ordered two pounds of beef, two pounds of lamb chops, and a basin of fresh lake soup.

I ordered a pot of Huadiao, drank sips, and sat quietly waiting.

Maybe you can't wait until your opponent comes.

But no matter what, now that he is here, the pressure is on the other side.

He didn't believe that the news about Wanyan Honglie would be so blocked that he didn't even know he was entering the city.

After just two bites, Yang Lin was about to feast when he was attracted by the sight of a table at the door.

There was a big fat man in yellow, who was eating happily.

The fat man in yellow has a great appetite. Even though the table is full of dishes, he doesn't feel too much.

With a mouthful of food and a mouthful of wine, he picked up the sea bowl and took a big gulp of rice, eating happily as if no one was watching.

A young man with black stains on his face and hands and wearing a shabby felt hat slipped into the restaurant at some point and looked around.

This young man didn't look very old, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. His big black eyes looked particularly smart. He smiled and approached the fat man.

When the store clerk saw this, he tolerated it and did not start chasing people away.

The young man sat down opposite the fat man, swallowed secretly, and said, "Can you finish such a big table? How about I help you?"

"Get lost, you stinky beggar, don't disturb my pleasure."

The fat man in yellow obviously had a bad temper. He put down his chopsticks and slapped him.

"Why is it so bad? Can't I just leave?"

As soon as his body slipped away, the young man slipped down from the stool. He avoided a slap and was not angry. He just smiled and said: "Looking at how fat you are, be careful to eat too much and die of fat. I have good intentions."

"Even if I am fat to death, even if I feed the food to the dog, I still won't give it to you, a stinky beggar."

The fat man in yellow sneered, picked up a piece of lamb leg, and threw it to the puppy at the table.

The puppy wagged its tail happily and hummed at its owner several times.

Perhaps because he was full from eating and very happy, he gnawed on the bones and even pooped.

The young man's face turned gloomy, and he suddenly smiled, revealing teeth whiter than snow, and said angrily: "I don't believe you can still eat it."

"Why can't you eat? I have a good appetite, so I'll eat it for you. I'll make you hungry."

The fat man in yellow also had a bad temper. He picked up the bowl, picked up the spoon, scooped up the food and ate it in big gulps, his eyes narrowed as he ate.

I don’t know if he is intentionally irritating or if he really has a good appetite.

After taking two bites and about to take a third bite, the fat man in yellow took one bite, chewed it with his mouth, and retched...

When he looked down, he let out an earth-shattering howl.

There was actually half a weight of dog shit in his spoon.

That smelly yellow thing was just pulled out by the puppy, wasn't it?

He suddenly turned his head and saw the little beggar fell down laughing. He was holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, still stained with suspicious things. His big eyes flashed and he asked with doubt: "Fat man, is it delicious?"

"I beat you to death."

The fat man's face turned the color of pig's liver, and while he was vomiting wildly, he picked up a stool and chased after the young man.

Where can I catch up...

The young man in dirty and ragged clothes looked very hungry and had no strength, but he was very agile.

After just two detours, under the shouts of the waiters and the pursuit of the fat man, we walked out of the restaurant door.

Only the fat man was left crying without tears, vomiting beside him until he was in a daze.

This time, I no longer have any appetite.

…

Yang Lin's appetite was not affected. His original intention was not to eat and drink, but to lure the snake out of its hole.

The little episode just now made him laugh and his stomach hurt, so he even ate a few more mouthfuls of wine and meat.

After a while, after the fat man in yellow paid the bill and left amidst the laughter of everyone, the young man in ragged clothes actually got in again.

Without waiting for the waiter to catch up, he walked around a few times and approached Yang Lin's table.
Chapter completed!