Huang Rong pouted in dissatisfaction, pinched Yang Lin's soft waist heavily, and grinned: "How did you talk to your father? Do you regret it if you didn't see him? Senior Sister Mei died and died. It's okay to take revenge, so there's no need to squeeze his father."

Huang Yaoshi stood there, listening to the harsh laughter of the old beggars coming from his ears, and he held his breath in his chest and could not vomit it out.

A girl cannot help her father when she is old.

Seeing that his arm had turned to the horizon.

It's obvious that he is actually protecting him.

To be honest, this son-in-law has no choice but to say about his martial arts skills. He fell down with one palm and used all his skills, and he didn't even have much room to struggle.

At most, you can take the next palm, and then wait for death.

Practicing martial arts to this level can be considered shocking.

Last time, Wang Chongyang, the world's number one, had to compete with each of them, and finally confirmed his reputation as invincible.

As for this one, okay, there is no need to be called.

Two palms slapped a world's top...

The world's number one title does not require anyone to admit it.

Because, after this battle, no matter how arrogant he is, he will not be too stupid to challenge him.

He didn't go to pick up the man's scroll, it was meaningless.

After reading the martial arts just now, what is the meaning of the Nine Yin Scriptures?

The path he was struggling to pursue may have unverified words in the Nine Yin Scriptures.

However, everyone has already made it.

It was also displayed.

Still a junior.

How can this make people feel sorry for?

At this moment, he didn't go to see Yang Lin, but just turned to look at the old apprentice.

"Cheer the wind, you are good at everything, but it's too pedantic.

Even if the martial arts of Taohua Island are not spread, there is no need to spread their own son.

What happened? He was actually picked up by the old Taoist priest with a bull's nose. He was confused."

As soon as he said this, Lu Chengfeng's eyes showed joy.

"Master, you admit that I am your apprentice, and I am back to the wall?"

Huang Rong was also happy.

Because she also heard that her father's words were actually indirectly saying that Lu Chengfeng gave his disciples from Taohua Island to the Quanzhen Sect, and he was very dissatisfied.

It was also a secret statement that he recognized the family.

Speaking of which, today I saw my daughter and again, my apprentice who was vented by me many years ago and broke her legs.

Now seeing Lu Chengfeng's hair on his face is gray, he looks three points older than himself.

Yaoshi Huang felt very uncomfortable either.

"This is too much, Huang Laoxie, I said, why are you making money? You are so useless that you don't have to worry about it at all. You'd better not to compete with Lao Niu's disciple.

They have been in power for so many years, and the wind and rain are so sad, and it is pitiful. The key is that their disciples are also..."

Speaking of this, he was a little unable to continue.

It’s not easy to say that people are not in front of others’ Qizi Quanzhen.

However, Wang Chuyi was not dissatisfied at all, but smiled.

He was happy and proud to receive this apprentice.

"In fact, Guan Ying's practice is also his own talent, so I have not taught much."

Facing the world's top figure and a master who is a fellow disciple with his master, he naturally won't be able to make a big deal and immediately came forward to greet him.

Several people were talking and laughing, and then they exposed the previous embarrassing scene.

...

After a while.

The village leader came to ask for a quest to pursue him.

Moreover, Shu Yuxian, Xiaolongnu, Lu Xiaowan and others were protected back.

Of course, I also didn't forget to ask Tiezhang to help those good players deal with it.

The war at this time is actually very simple.

Especially internal struggle.

If you lose, there are few people who fight back dyingly, fighting with one soldier.

Listen to the meaning of He Village Master.

Since Qiu Qianren was blown up by Yang Lin on the battlefield, the gang members immediately fell in morale. After fighting for a while, they surrendered.

There are still a total of five thousand gangs left, which is considered a good player.

No matter who it is, this kind of human resources is jealous.

"Collapse, reorganize, and send troops to the land of Hunan to integrate the territory and business there."

Yang Lin thought for a while and said coldly, "Chasing the Jin cavalry, chasing directly to the Jin border, killing as much as you can, and you don't have to be greedy for merit.

At the same time, we will post a list of heroes, recruit talents, and prepare to build a mansion and open a teeth."

"Is this...a little too hurry?"

The village leader He was first ecstatic, then he was a little worried.

If you really build a government office and recruit talents...

Once the hero list is released, the world will surely be shocking, and people with ambition will rush in.

Maybe, within one month, an army of 100,000 can be gathered.

However, in this case, not only will the Jin Kingdom regard them as thorns in their eyes and thorns in their flesh.

The Southern Song Dynasty would also pull back and send troops to suppress it.

Even the Mongolians may have a hand.

By then, it will be basically a situation where enemies are everywhere.

Their foundation is still too thin after all.

Not only He, Peng, Li and others had such thoughts, Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were all shocked.

People say that if you make big steps, you will get a lot of eggs.

This person's step is so big that he may tear his hips...

"It's not too urgent. Next, I will go to the Jin Dynasty and Mongolia to take a trip.

I believe that when I come back, even if I have the Founding of the People's Republic of China, no one dares to say anything but a word."

Yang Lin was so proud.

...

Yang Lin has never been a vernacular king.

He does what he says.

May 12th.

Chen time.

The sun shines brightly.

He rode alone, following the imperial road and stepped onto the Da'an Hall in the capital.

In front of the ministers of the Jin Kingdom, they killed three thousand imperial guards and killed the old national master Wanyan Ashihe.

Within a meal, all the guard forces were wiped out, and under the eyes of thousands of people, Jin Ai Zong Wanyan Zongxu's head was cut off, and Yang Chang left.

The soldiers in the city just watched helplessly, and no one dared to chase and kill.

...

June 3.

The clouds do not rain.

In the empty desert grassland, a ride from the east.

Yang Lin had a single sword and rushed straight into the Mongolian golden tent.

In the array of arrows like rainstorms, he walked in a leisurely pavilion and fought out a path of blood.
To be continued...