Hearing these words, the half-lying man laughed three times like a maniac, then lowered his head sadly, and even more regretfully said in his words: "Yes, fifteen years, how many fifteen years can a person have in this life? Back then,

If not, if not that woman, how could it be?" He hadn't spoken for a long time, and this time he was so excited that he coughed violently again.

After a moment of silence, the man continued: "At that time, I was arrogant and arrogant. I only thought that martial arts was the highest, and everything else was inferior, not to mention their ingenuity. I don't think so.

How carefree and free I have been for half my life, yet I have been imprisoned by Zhang Ersuo for half my life when I am old."

It turns out that this person's name is Lin Guanyi.

Li Shangyang continued from the side: "Fortunately, his senior brother, the old guy, is still alive and is outside the underground palace at this moment, otherwise the only way to attack today would be by force."

Lin Guiyai still lowered his head and did not answer. Perhaps he had already made a decision in his mind, so he just said to himself: "I don't know where the fellow Li Yulou heard it from, saying that our lineage of sword gods has a sword manual. So.

For many years, every Double Ninth Festival, they will come here and ask me where the sword manual is. Senior brother, let me ask you, you and I have been under the master since we were young. When did we hear that the swordsmanship we learned had a sword manual?

Say? Could it be that before your master flew to the west, there really was any sword manual passed down to you?

Relying on the long hair that covered his messy face and gradually adapting to the light, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Li Shangyang, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly due to the candlelight.

Li Shangyang hesitated for a moment and then said: "Sword manual? What sword manual? I really have never heard of it. Has the evil barrier been mentioned? Where did anyone hear it?"

Lin Yuyai suddenly said: "Yes, we have eaten and slept together since we were young, and how could we have the time to practice swordsmanship? Moreover, in the two years before Master left for the west, we were only one enemy in terms of swordsmanship."

No, if there really is any profound swordsmanship in the world, how can there be any reason not to practice it on your own? It seems that his yellow robe has made him more greedy. As for where he heard it from, I have never mentioned it."

Li Shangyang nodded confidently. The man on the opposite side only saw the slight flicker of candlelight. Before he could speak, Li Shangyang said first: "The patrol will come to change the defense later. Let's leave quickly. There will be plenty of time to reminisce after we leave."

Lin Guiyai jumped up from the wall and saw that this man was extremely tall and thin, two heads taller than Li Shangyang, about eight feet taller.

The two of them filed out of the underground palace, and there was quite a bit of light in all directions. Wei Jing hurriedly took out a piece of black silk cloth from his arms and folded it into a narrow strip. Regardless of the strange smell emanating from Lin Canyai's body, he stepped forward to cover his eyes and called out.

He said: "Uncle Lin."

Zhang Suo, who was beside him, had already woken up and shouted loudly: "Uncle Lin? Crazy Lin, you are Crazy Lin! No wonder..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quanzai stepped forward, stretched out his giant-like slender palms in the shape of an eagle's claw and clasped the locked door, making a crisp 'click' sound, accompanied by a faint white smoke.

His palms were loosened, and Zhang Suo's old body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, leaving five burnt black fingerprints, and he immediately died.

With his palms rising and falling, people were killed. Lin Yuyai seemed to be in high spirits. He turned around and faced Li Shangyang and shouted: "Brother, you and I haven't fought against each other for many years. Let me test your martial arts skills!" After that, he rushed towards Li Shangyang with his palms.

Li Shangyang.

Seeing this, Wei Jing hurriedly stepped forward and raised his palms to resist. The two palms touched each other and made a low sound. Wei Jing was shaken by the force of the palms and retreated three feet without control, and then fell backwards and sat down. Lin Guiyai stood firm.

in situ.

Lin Yaoyao said: "Young boy Wei Jing, why did you come forward to block me? However, your martial arts skills are not as good as before. You must have stayed with your senior brother for too long and you don't want to improve your skills."

Wei Jing was finally able to get up, and his whole right arm hung limply by his side. He gasped for breath before he managed to speak: "Uncle Lin, Your Majesty was attacked by someone a few years ago and his internal injuries have not healed yet. I'm afraid he won't be able to fight with others.

Besides, although we, the younger generation, are quite clumsy, we have still made some progress in the past ten years or so. I guess it is because you have been focused and achieved breakthroughs over the years, which makes the younger generation seem lazy."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Guanyai couldn't be more helpful. He smiled boldly and said: "Your brat's enthusiasm for compliments has not changed at all. That ghost place is dark and there is nothing else to do except meditate and practice every day. I practiced some days ago."

To make a breakthrough." As he spoke, he turned to look at Li Shangyang and asked, "Sneak attack? Were you also injured by that evil barrier?"

Wei Jing said: "Your Majesty was slapped by Wang Cen, the commander of the Imperial Army, many years ago, and his internal injuries have not healed yet."

Lin Yaoyai frowned under the silk cloth and said: "Wang Cen? I remember that boy is just an ordinary first-class master, how could he be hurt by him? Besides, with your cultivation level, senior brother,

Li Shangyang then spoke: "The previous internal injuries are no longer a problem."

Lin Yaoyao followed up and said: "Senior brother, my Burning Heart Art has now reached the ninth level. You and I will join hands and set off to the palace tomorrow to take away the life of Li Yulou." He was already quite anxious as he spoke.

Li Shangyang said lightly: "I have made no progress in my cultivation over the years, I'm afraid it's difficult. Besides, as far as I know, his mental skills have broken through to the middle of the ninth level three years ago. Now even if you and I join forces, there's nothing we can do about him."

Incredible."

"How could it be? Even if there were no bottlenecks, it would take a full thirty-two years to accumulate cultivation from the eighth to the ninth level. What's more, to reach the middle level, the evil spirit is only over forty years old. How did his cultivation soar? This is absolutely impossible."

Li Shangyang was silent for a moment before slowly continuing: "Madman, you should have known from the time you accepted him as your disciple when he was young, that there are people who are born with the talent of nature and half of their talents in numerology."

Lin Guanyai was greatly disappointed: "It seems that it is difficult for me to repay this hatred in this life." Then he laughed miserably and said: "It doesn't matter. I, Madman Lin, can be the master of the best person in the world. It is not bad."

It’s a waste of time to come here.”

Li Shangyang next to him said immediately: "In recent years, I have also accepted a disciple, and his talent is not inferior to him."

"Oh? When that evil spirit was reborn, when the two of us went to that farmhouse, we also advised you to accept another baby. What did you say at that time, saying that you would never accept a disciple in this life, and that you would use this martial arts as a disciple?

He brought his disciples to the imperial mausoleum, but now he accepts them as apprentices. As for his talent being comparable to his, I absolutely don’t believe it." Lin Guanyao said.

Wei Jing stood aside and answered at the right time: "Uncle Lin, it is indeed true. That kid has been practicing swordsmanship for ten years, and now he is on par with a first-class master in terms of swordsmanship. It's just that he has seen less and is a little more immature."

Li Shangyang said: "This boy's understanding of moves is even higher than that of Li Yulou. It's just that he encountered a disaster when he was young and received a palm from Wang Cen. Fortunately, he was physically separated in my arms and had

I have been protecting myself with pure internal energy for many years, and this is how I managed to save my life. However, this has left me with consequences. The meridians throughout my body have been invaded by fire poison. Not only do I have attacks every few days, but I am also unable to practice ordinary internal energy."

Lin Yuyai suddenly became angry and said: "So that's the case. That's why I went all the way to come here just to ask me to teach him the Burning Heart Art to remove the fire poison in his body. It's really a good calculation."

Li Shangyang said earnestly: "Why do you have to say these things? Finding a hiding place in this world is as difficult as climbing to heaven. If we had found this place long ago, why would we have to let the child live in dire straits for more than ten years? Besides, with his talent, he will be able to fight with that child in the future.

People will eventually have a battle, and your revenge against him will be avenged."

"Where is this kid now?" Lin Zhuanyao asked after a pause. It seemed that he had been persuaded by Li Shangyang.

"Counting the days carefully, I will arrive in Beijing in one month."

While the three of them were talking, the sky was gradually getting brighter and dawn had arrived. Li Shangyang stepped forward and lifted Zhang Suo's stiff body, which had been dead for a long time, and threw it into the deep valley. Then the three of them showed off their light skills and ran towards the northeast.
Chapter completed!