The two could only stare at the slowly disintegrating storm, waiting for the result.
Soon, the storm subsided.
The turbulent rocks all fell on the ground.
Everything is like the tranquility after a storm.
The poor knife stared at the front.
He wasn't sure whether Lin Yang died or not.
However, no one could resist such an offensive. He believed that even if Lin Yang was not dead, he would definitely not feel good at this moment!
But when the storm completely dissipated and the scene inside was revealed, Qiu Dao was stunned.
Lin Yang inside was intact and stood there.
Not to mention the injuries on my body, there is not even a gap in my clothes.
“This is impossible….”
The poor knife's pupils were wide open, unbelievable.
"Are these methods?" Lin Yang patted the dust on his body and said calmly: "If this is the case, you may not be able to kill me. The Demon Dao looked down on me so much. He actually sent you to take my life? He really underestimated people!
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"Really? You won't think so soon!"
Qiongdao's eyes were tight, and then he roared and rushed forward.
And not far away from this lake.
A group of young men and women in martial uniforms were walking along the lakeside.
Everyone's expression was a little discouraged.
"Senior Brother Duan He, didn't you say that there was a master living in seclusion here and let us come and visit us? Why did you find a circle but you didn't see that master?"
A beautiful girl with long hair like a black hair couldn't help but frown and asked.
"Junior Sister Jinmiao, don't worry! That master is living in seclusion on the bank of this unknown lake. We will see him soon. When you see his original deity later, don't talk nonsense! If you offend the master, you will offend him.
, but that's not good!"
The man named Duan He smiled slightly, with an unpredictable luster flashing in his eyes.
Jin Miao felt something was wrong.
She was from Zhenkai’s martial arts school in the neighboring province Chang City. She met this man named Duan He during the last martial arts school visit. After the meeting, Duan He suddenly invited Jin Miao and others to come here to pay homage to the master, wanting to invite him.
The expert guided everyone, and everyone hoped to win a ranking in the upcoming National Martial Arts Competition, make a name for themselves and even make a name for themselves.
However, they walked in this wilderness for half an hour and could not see the so-called master.
This made them a little impatient.
"arrive!"
At this time, the man named Duan He smiled slightly.
People who opened the martial arts hall looked around, but could not find any figure.
"Senior Brother Duan He, where is that master?" Jin Miao asked in surprise.
"Here! Isn't it all around?" Duan He said with a smile.
As he finished speaking, a large number of figures suddenly emerged from the grass around him, directly surrounding the group of people.
The people who opened the martial arts hall were shocked.
"Duan He, what are you going to do?" Jin Miao realized that she had been trapped and immediately shouted.
"What am I going to do? The people who opened the martial arts school! You are very brave and dare to offend the young master of the Xin'an Sect! Do you know who the young master Guo is? He is one of the judges of this national martial arts school competition! You offend the crime!
After he was still trying to participate in the National Martial Arts Competition? It was ridiculous!" Duan He sneered.
"This is the grudge between us and Guo Ziyong when we opened the martial arts school. What are you doing?"
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation!
"Hey, why don't you do my business? If I hand you over to Master Guo to deal with it, wouldn't that be the line between Master Guo? If Master Guo is following you, our Nanfeng Martial Arts Hall will have the results of our National Martial Arts Hall Competition at that time.
It's definitely not that bad!" Duan He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jin Miao and smiled: "Especially you, Junior Sister Jin Miao, Young Master Guo said that he is very interested in you! If I want me to hand you over