"Come out."

Yang Lin punched the old man in the chicken skin on the head, and threw the blood beads on his hand in disgust. He turned his head and looked behind the tree.

A person turned from behind the willow tree and looked thin and long.

As soon as he appeared, his body expanded like an inflatable, becoming wide in shoulders and wide back, and his waist was like a bucket.

He was wearing two short yellow ridges on the upper body, revealing a large piece of skin covered with patterns, with a rough appearance and stacked horizontal flesh.

"You didn't get controlled by Sandulie's mind, but instead punched him to death.

OK, you die well. That guy looked down on our Totem Batulu all day long. He was so frustrated."

This guy doesn't seem to be very smart.

As soon as he came out, he kept talking and caught Yang Lin, and was also complaining.

"Since the incident that year, these priests have started to shake and do not take us Batulu seriously at all. But the king also trusts them. Are you surprised to think it is strange?"

"I don't know if it's strange, but I know that even if you call out all the totem power on your body, you will still be dead."

Yang Lin's eyes started to move, and everything around him seemed to be reflected in the mirror.

Including the previous sacrifices to Sanduli, as well as poisonous snakes, scorpions, centipedes and other insects.

Of course, it also includes this Batulu who was hiding behind the tree in some unknown way and preparing to take a thunderous attack.

However, even if he sensed it before, he never thought that the other party would attack with such a strange way of mental attack.

I can't hide even if I want to.

Fortunately, other Chinese martial arts have reached the peak of the transformation of the spirit, their internal strength has reached the perfection of the Great Zhoutian, their essence is abundant, and their divine essence is prosperous.

Whether it is willpower or mental power, they are nourished to be extremely powerful.

The attack of the old priest of the other party was a very rough shock wave situation, which made Yang Lin dizzy for one tenth of a second, which was not enough to limit his movements.

After reacting, in order to prevent the other party from having any strange means, his subordinates showed mercy and directly punched the head with one punch.

And this brainless Batulu was talking nonsense there, of course, not really trying to say something secret or shake hands and make peace.

This guy is very rude, but he is very scheming.

The dense blood-colored totems on his body were strangely able to absorb a faint faint energy from the air.

And, guide and gather together, gather fists.

It is false to see this attack method that is not within your understanding.

Therefore, Yang Lin just watched helplessly, trying to figure out what kind of trump card he had in the Jin Dynasty Palace.

If you know nothing, you might fall into a big fall in the future.

Although he had defeated Qiu Qianren, Yang Lin had no invincible intentions, and he did not feel that he could ignore all the masters in the world.

Knowing oneself and the enemy is the only way to win the battle.

Compared to this, Qiu Qianren and Wanyan Honglie, who didn't know where to escape, were not that important.

"die."

Batulu of the Jin Kingdom seemed to be angry by Yang Lin's contempt. A bloody flashed on his body, and a half-inch of red flames rose with a sound of puff.

The fist was strong and the black and red air was as strong as lava fire. With a sound of a bulging, a piece of flame rose up, and a punch from Yang Lin was blowing towards him.

Direct, explosive, without any twists and turns.

Feeling the oncoming heat and powerful impact, Yang Lin smiled, "You are afraid you have underestimated the Central Plains martial arts too much, and I don't know where the confidence comes from?"

He turned his left hand into his palm and raised it beside him. He did not avoid it and printed it against the fiery fist.

Kalala...

Batulu just groaned, and his right hand started from the fist. The flames burst out like they were poured by ice water.

The black and red fist exploded into fine bone powder from the fist to the shoulder bone inch by inch, and the exploded bones broke through the flesh and blood, and a sound was whizzing.

Amid the other party's terrifying roar, Yang Lin rushed forward, grabbed his neck and lifted it up, and said coldly: "Where is Wanyan Honglie? How many people have you come?"

"I don't know, but I just came to intercept the army at the order of the national magistrate. Tuomute and the others have already taken King Zhao away, and only I and Sandulie are watching the battle."

"National Master?"

Yang Lin heard this word keenly.

He remembered the Jin Dynasty national teacher Pufeng who had seen in the illusion, but that was seen in the illusion of practicing Quanzhen internal skills.

The body was three meters tall, covered with patterns, muscles all over his body were as strong as iron, and his bones were sturdy and looked like a guy who seemed not like a human.

In that battle, the Zhongyi Army paid a huge price, and even the Zhongnan Divine Sword Ip Mantian fell on the spot. Just think about it and you will know how difficult the other party is.

Isn't that guy dead?

Could it be that he was rescued in the end?

"Is Pu Feng still alive?"

"Haha, if I, Shi Pufeng, were still alive, how could I have a foothold for you, the people in the martial arts world?"

It seemed that Yang Lin had no intention of spareing his life, and the man's eyes became fierce again, "Song Gou, don't be proud. If you kill Sandulie, the national magistrate will not let you go.

Hehe, you will never think of how many methods does that old guy with no teeth have?"

Seeing this guy coming and going, he was very powerful in the national master, but he didn't say any useful news. Yang Lin used his fingers to pinch his throat and threw it on the ground.

Looking at the river again, there was no trace of Qiu Qianren entering the water for a long time.

"It is worthy of being a person who can make Zhou Botong chase the old naughty boy who has not killed thousands of miles. This light skill and his ability to escape are simply the best in the world."

Yang Lin secretly complained, but there was not much disappointment.

In general, most of the reason why he was able to severely damage Qiu Qianren with one sword was because the other party was a little careless.

If he is not the one who is against him, but the five great masters in the world, he will never be able to confront him head-on.

As a result, when the situation is not good, it is too late to retreat.

It seems that the two of them have different strengths. Even if they encounter a life-and-death crisis, they can still escape immediately at the last moment, only pay some skin sword injuries.

"It will be a disaster after all, not damage his muscles and bones and cultivation."

Yang Lin was silent for a moment, knowing that if he wanted to kill this person completely, with his current strength, he was still somewhat unable to match.

It must be improved one more step.

He calculated it.

If we look at it from the pure internal energy cultivation, he is still far from Qiu Qianren, breaking the Ren meridian and opening the Du meridian.

Just talking about the level of master at the peak of the Chinese martial arts and spiritual power, it is also slightly inferior to the other party.

Because the quality of strength is not as refined as the other party.

Qi and blood energy can transform the power of the body. At this stage, the innate energy is slightly weaker than the internal energy of the qi.

Perhaps it must exceed the quantity, but it is somewhat inferior in quality.

Yang Lin was able to win a little better than both sides, and finally won the battle.

In fact, it is because he merged the qi, blood and energy with internal qi cultivation. After the two are combined, they are far beyond the quantity and the quality is not far.

When you fight again, it's like a pile of bricks, and you can finally smash a stone.

It’s not that his realm is higher than Qiu Qianren’s.

When Qiu Qianren reacted, with his unparalleled light skills and the mysterious Yin-Yang Iron Palm, he would be surrounded by himself to fight guerrilla warfare. Even if he couldn't win, he would never lose.

In other words, as long as Yang Lin does not find the opportunity to gather qi and blood and internal energy into a blow, he has some way to hold on.

And, find an opportunity to counterattack.

He believed that Qiu Qianren would soon react to this problem.

After having the experience of fighting against experts like yourself, you no longer have to try to take advantage of the opponent's response and seize the weakness and kill with one blow.

...

A short mountain far away, there were armored soldiers holding long swords and crossbows around him. A middle-aged man in a weird dress and a tall hat suddenly turned around, and a hint of sadness appeared in his blue eyes, "San Dulie is dead."

Wanyan Honglie was stunned when he heard this and clenched his fists hard.

A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Since the priest Sandulie, who had been cut off, must have died, the seven-leaf Baturusadaya, who set up an ambush with him, must have died.

"Today's kindness, Xiao Wang will personally thank the national teacher for his great kindness and righteousness."

Wanyan Honglie calmed his mind and politely performed his rituals carefully.

The middle-aged man with a high hat turned around and grinned, reached out to stop Wanyan Honglie's salute, and said with a smile: "The national master is old, and he is about to return to nature, transform all things, and his soul will also be reborn.

I have long been very concerned about these false things and I don’t like your thank you gifts.

However, what the national master never forgets is the future of the Great Jin Kingdom today.
To be continued...