When the three members of the Lin family saw Zhuo Lingfeng getting up, their expressions changed slightly, they stretched out on the ground and ran towards the door.
But Zhuo Lingfeng had already taken the lead, walked out of the house, flashed into the courtyard, and looked at the courtyard wall of Fuwei Escort Agency.
Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes rustling in the wind, and dozens of people flew down from the courtyard walls on both sides of the gate.
When the group arrived at the courtyard, they did not stop. They swept away at the same time, along the bluestone path in the gate, winding into two long snake-like queues.
Their heads are wrapped in white cloth, their upper bodies are in green attire, their waists are tied with samurai scarves, their legs are bare, they are wearing earless hemp shoes, and they are carrying long swords. This is exactly how a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect is dressed.
Everyone has the shoulders of a kite and the waist of a wasp, and their movements are vigorous. Although there are differences in Qinggong and body skills, the differences are limited.
Each of them has a majestic and high-spirited look, without the shrinking attitude seen in the "Old Store in Fuzhou". They are obviously elite disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.
All the escorts from the Fuwei Escort Bureau also rushed out with weapons in hand, but there was still two or three feet between the two people, so they stopped and faced each other, focusing on alert.
Lin Zhennan stepped out of the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Where are our friends from? What's the purpose of coming to my place?"
Mrs. Lin shouted angrily: "Brother, you are just too polite!
What kind of good thing can he be if he refuses to leave when there is a door but wants to climb over the wall! He is not worthy of being called a friend, he is nothing more than a bunch of thieves!".
The Qingcheng disciples immediately stared angrily and shouted in unison: "What are you talking about, bitch?"
Almost all Qingcheng disciples are from Sichuan, so they naturally speak authentic Sichuan dialect.
Mrs. Lin frowned and said, "Yes, I'm just talking about a fool!"
The couple actually knew that this was a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, but their personalities were different, and they were completely different as soon as they opened their mouths.
Zhuo Lingfeng just looked at the door coldly, and followed Mrs. Lin's words.
The Qingcheng disciples didn't even make an argument, and suddenly they all knelt down on one leg, cupped their fists and said, "Welcome Master!"
On the eaves of Fuwei Escort's majestic and tall door, I don't know when a figure appeared.
Zhuo Lingfeng looked intently, and saw that this man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a sword hanging from his waist. He was about fifty years old, with a thin face and an extremely short stature, no more than five feet, but his eyes were piercing and as bright as
Stars, looking at them like vultures.
When everyone looked at his appearance, he weighed only seventy or eighty pounds at most. But he stood in front of the door, his figure was as upright as a mountain, his Taoist robe moved without any wind, and his skirts were fluttering. He was really a majestic elephant, not angry and proud.
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There is a rumor in the martial arts that the leader of Qingcheng is a short Taoist.
No matter how blind everyone was, they knew that this was the arrival of Yu Canghai, the head of Qingcheng.
But without seeing him in person, how would he know that he was so short, and how could he believe that he was the world-famous Yu Guanzhu?
But the way he appeared was really insulting!
We don’t take Fuwei Escort Agency seriously at all!
The people from the Fuwei Escort Agency had unknowingly tightened their grip on the handle of the knife. Mrs. Lin and Lin Pingzhi were so angry that their faces turned livid.
After all, no one will feel good if their door is stepped on.
But Lin Zhennan was able to run the business of Fuwei Escort Agency like a strong father and Shengzu. No matter how angry he was in his heart, his face remained calm as usual. He raised his hands and said: "This must be the world-famous leader of Qingcheng.
, Master Yu, right? Lin Zhennan is so disrespectful!"
The short Taoist's face was as cold as iron and he did not respond.
"Disrespectful?"
"Even my master's beloved son and disciple were killed!
Is it just disrespectful?"
Hou Renying, the boss of the "Four Shows in Qingcheng" said coldly.
Lin Zhennan was speechless for a moment.
Zhuo Lingfeng glanced sideways, his eyes shining like cold lightning. He glanced at Hou Renying twice and said calmly: "I killed the person, so don't admit the wrong person!"
His voice is not high-pitched, and his articulation is flat, but his voice is like the clash of gold and iron, with a ringing sound.
And his pair of eyes can see the sun during the day and objects at night, staring at Hou Renying's face as if they were sharpened with sharp knives.
Hou Renying felt cold sweat pouring out, and her heels felt weak.
As the leader of Yu Canghai's four major disciples, he can ignore Lin Zhennan.
But he knew that the young man in front of him casually killed his junior brothers Yu Renhao and Fang Renzhi.
So if you want to kill yourself, it must be a matter of one move.
For a moment, I was frightened by its power and kept silent. I didn't know what to say, so I could only glance at the master at the door.
There was a look of indifference and arrogance on Yu Canghai's livid face, and his bright eyes turned up slightly, as if he didn't notice anyone, but had a panoramic view of everyone in the courtyard.
After hearing Zhuo Lingfeng's words, his eyes focused on him.
From his sword, I looked at his hand, and from his hand, I saw his face. The pale face was in sharp contrast with the dark eyes, and he said word by word: "Are you Zhuo Lingfeng?" p>
He is extremely short in stature, but his voice is as loud as a bell. When he spits out these six words, his voice is ear-piercing.
Not only does he show a dignified momentum, but he also has a solemn and intimidating force. He is worthy of being the leader of Qingcheng who has been famous for decades.
Zhuo Lingfeng laughed loudly, turned his eyes to Yu Canghai's face, lightly dusted his clothes, and said in a voice: "Not bad!
I am Zhuo Lingfeng!
Yu Canghai, you are quite smart, you didn’t ask me to wait in vain this time!”
As soon as he said these words, Yu Canghai became angry and angry.
I didn’t go to the appointment before, that’s just disdain!
It seems like I have no talent and am afraid of him!
When Yu Canghai came down from the mountain this time, he received an invitation from Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect to attend the Golden Pen Washing Ceremony.
Of course, this is just incidental, the most important thing is to deal with Fuwei Escort Agency and get the "Evil Sword Manual".
In his opinion, this was just easy to catch, but he didn't expect that someone killed several of his disciples last night and asked him to meet at a restaurant.
As a master of a sect, he would not go on a date with an unknown person.
So he only asked Yu Renhao, one of the four major disciples, and Fang Renzhi, the most resourceful person, to take people to the appointment, but unexpectedly they all turned into corpses.
How could this make him look so embarrassed?
As soon as I received the news, I rushed to Fuwei Escort Agency non-stop to meet this young master from Zhongnan Mountain in person!
But as the leader of a sect and a top expert in the world, he naturally has extraordinary eyesight. When he saw Zhuo Lingfeng in person, he felt that he was very heroic. As he stood there, his figure was dignified and extraordinary, as if the angry tide of Qiantang could not be swept away.
This shows that his skill is extraordinary.
Yu Canghai's eyes shone brightly, and he said solemnly: "I have been traveling around the world for decades, but this is the first time I have heard your name. The Qingcheng sect has no enmity with you, so why do you bother to embarrass me?"
A "du" sound.
Zhuo Lingfeng held the sword in his arms, resting his hands on the hilt of the sword, and said calmly: "I never make things difficult for others, but I don't like others to make things difficult for me either."
Yu Canghai's sharp eyes were still staring at Zhuo Lingfeng, as if he wanted to see if he was just pretending to be famous by saying this, or if he really wanted to challenge himself.
Under the gaze of his majestic eyes, most people's legs would feel weak. But Zhuo Lingfeng has deep internal strength and has stabbed a sword against the sun. His eyes are even sharper than Yu Canghai's, so he can't even take a single glance.
Blink and look at him.
When everyone saw the two people confronting each other from a distance, without blinking, they all felt an extremely depressing feeling welling up in their hearts, as if sparks of electricity were colliding in the void.
After a while, Yu Canghai snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, jumped up from the door, and flew high into the sky.
He blinked quickly, flicked his sleeves, and slowly descended from the air, as if a heavenly being had come to earth.
"Danglang——"
Qingcheng disciples all pulled out their long swords and threw them in the air. The white light flashed, as if a silver path was laid in the void.
Yu Canghai flew through the air like a wild goose flying back in autumn, tapping his feet on each long sword.
It fell like a gust of wind in the courtyard in front of the hall. I couldn't hear the sound and couldn't pick up the dust. I stood two feet away from Zhuo Lingfeng.
At this time, Qingcheng disciple Changjian had not yet taken over, which shows how swift his movements were.