When Yang Lin questioned chef Uncle Gen before, everyone went from disbelief to skeptical, and then suddenly realized.

Seeing the shocked expression on Uncle Gen's face, no one else believed Yang Lin's previous judgment at this time.

The old family who had been with the Huo family for more than 30 years suddenly turned into a betrayal and poisoned the master family.

No one can imagine this kind of thing in advance.

For a moment, not only the disciples were a little confused, but even Huo Yuanjia was slightly stunned.

The heartache is not enough to describe the shock and anger in his heart.

At this moment, Yang Lin climbed the plum step in a posture, and half-rotated with his hand-turned sword, rushed over the long table, and slashed at the ninth disciple Li Yanfang with one sword.

Judging from his ruthless move, he obviously had murderous intentions and wanted to cut the other party from head to toe in half.

Although there is no real sword in hand, with Yang Lin's skill at this time, he slashed with his palm, which was enough to cut off the iron of refining essence.

The ninth disciple Li Yanfang only works hard on weekdays, and he is not too serious in practicing martial arts. The biggest advantage is that he has a good relationship with all his disciples.

What kind of virtue does he have to stop this culprit?

In a hurry, Huo Tingen, Liu Qingsheng and others were all shocked and stopped or pleaded for mercy.

And he rushed to Li Yanfang's side, trying to save the person.

Everything comes from instinct.

Huo Yuanjia's eyes flashed, his feet moved, and he stopped again.

With his skills, although he could intercept, he finally chose to believe Yang Lin when he was about to take action.

I believe that the other party will not do useless or rude things.

This is proven by the previous rebellious facts of chef Uncle Gen.

He is right.

Li Yanfang had already stepped back, and his toes were slightly pressed, waiting to take advantage of the situation, pounce outside the window, and escape.

Seeing that Uncle Gen was defeated by a few words, he burst into tears and his soul was full of energy. He knew that he could not escape the crisis of identity exposure.

"I was lucky enough to think about it. If I had known this, I would never come back if I hadn't succeeded in a shot."

The reason why I don’t leave is of course that I can’t bear to leave this excellent identity.

Not only can you get Huo Yuanjia's mysterious fist, but you can also attack and disintegrate the Jingwu Sect from the inside.

Advance can attack, retreat can defend.

He is confident and shows kindness to others with his usual loyalty.

Even if everyone is exposed, he will be as safe as Mount Tai.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed completely in just one night.

...

The murderous aura is coming, and Li Feng is rushing to the face.

Li Yanfang was full of regret and didn't care about thinking more, thinking about whether Yang Lin was a feint attack or was cheating on him?

Without thinking, my arms spread out and my body became elegant and agile.

He used his best life-saving skills and did not bother to pretend.

At this time, I can't hesitate.

The two palms were like black birds slashing sand, and the screams of sharp wind, and they retreated slightly as if they were ready.

He stepped sideways and stretched out like a white crane shaking his wings.

The fingers are like pinching orchids, and the fist is pinched into a bird's beak, pecking at Yang Lin's wrist veins.

The fingertips trembled and buzzed soundly.

"White Crane Fist, Neuro-plucking Technique..."

Huo Yuanjia's eyes narrowed into a thin slit.

He recognized at a glance what tricks his ninth disciple used.

To be precise, this is not the serious White Crane Fist, but another split out of it, also called the Dark Crane Fist.

In fact, it is an extremely powerful and vicious assassination boxing technique.

Fist moves through evil evil and specializes in the human body's tendons and nerves.

This kind of boxing does not require much force to hit the human body, nor does it require attacking the internal organs.

As long as it touches the skin, it can break the nerves and make people hemiplegic.

Or, death from cerebral hemorrhage.

The Dark Crane Fist is so sinister.

Especially when dealing with ordinary people with superficial martial arts, they are even more invisible when taking action, making people unable to defend themselves.

Even if you die, you can't find where the injury is.

But in this area of ​​Shanghai, the dark crane fist is the best used and most famous one is the Qing Gang Shadow Double Crane.

He is the most notorious leader of the assassination group under Zhang Yulin's command.

One of the two Shadow Cranes among the four red sticks of the Qing Gang actually sneaked into the Jingwu Sect early.

And he also changed his shaking sound and became his own nine disciples...

Huo Yuanjia felt that he had failed and was helpless.

He is a warrior, not a good manager.

The Jingwu Sect not only failed to carry forward the situation in his hands, but instead caused air leakage everywhere, like a sieve, which was simply a joke.

How can this make people feel sorry for?

Huh...

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

The other party's boxing skills made him amazed...

The five aggregates of the originally half-empty and half-full in his hand suddenly turned from soft to hard, falling down like a big axe.

After confirming the other party's identity, he naturally had no mercy at this time.

Li Yanfang's nerve plucking technique had not yet touched the skin on Yang Lin's wrist, and there was a flower in front of him.

Yang Lin's palm knife speed suddenly accelerated, with a rumbling sound of sonic boom, he dragged it obliquely and flew past his elbow.

call out……

The palm knife swept across Li Yanfang's elbow with a metallic aftertaste.

It was like cutting tofu with a knife, cutting it without resistance.

Break the flesh and blood, cut off the bones, cut off the tendons and meridians...

Blood splattered.

Li Yan's eyes were twisted and a miserable roar came out of his mouth.

No more attention is needed to attack.

The body was swirling and flew backwards, and passed by Huo Tingen who had caught up to save him. The remaining intact right hand had turned into crane wings into crane claws.

His fingers were half bent and half stretched, and he had already been pressed on the throat of the young master.

"Stop, want..."

At this moment, Huo Yanen was completely stunned, and the disciples around him were also stunned.

Huo Yuanjia stopped again when he had just taken the steps, and Huang Chengcheng's face was full of anxiety.

There was no way, and after hesitation, his son fell into the opponent.

Now, it's hard to deal with.

Everyone present counted one and all were in a hurry to react.

Only Yang Lin was unmoved at all.

After a plum blossom hand knife cut off Li Yanfang's left arm, he not only did not stop, but instead took a long breath.

The eyes were red, and the body turned into light smoke, and we moved forward quickly.

Turn into fists with both hands, use the body as a bow, use the fist as an arrow, boom...

In an instant, seven or eight punches were punched.

At this time, Li Yanfang's crane claws were just put on Huo Tingen's throat, and a few words were just yelling out.

Then, my body suddenly shook and a loud bang, and I had already hit countless punches.

The body was as soft as mud and flew upside down.

Bang...

I fell to a corner of the hall and had only slightly twitching.

Everyone looked at each other in a blink of an eye.

When I saw Li Yanfang, the ninth disciple who was originally handsome and beautiful in the wind, was very miserable.

Not only did the left arm break, but the right arm also broke into a strange twist.

The legs were soft and curved at strange angles like noodles...
Chapter completed!