"It's Master Lingzhi. The monk looked smiling and bowed forward...

I was also careless. Thinking of these famous first-class masters, they would not be too despicable.

But he didn't expect that this person was praying openly and poisoning secretly, and he was completely unscrupulous."

Wang Chuyi shook his head, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Originally, I found out that I was poisoned, but I still had a chance to turn defeat into victory and win a little bit of life.

Unfortunately, there was another person present at that time. He was in the Western Regions Baituo Mountain and was extremely powerful.

Whether it is internal strength or the exquisiteness of tricks, they are all better than being a teacher.

Since he took action to keep guests, it would be impossible for me to take back the little prince as a hostage."

So, I had to escape.

The seven sons of Quanzhen are famous all over the world, and Wang Chuyi is known as the Iron Feet Immortal. He really wants to escape when he sees the situation is not good.

In a short period of time, before the poisonous injury completely broke out, even if he took Guo Jing, no one could catch up with him.

That's how things happened.

After Wang Chuyi finished talking about the situation, Yang Lin also used his skills to temporarily suppress Wang Chuyi's poisonous injury.

Seeing that his complexion improved a lot, he knew that he could not delay it for a long time, so he had to grab the antidote materials as soon as possible.

Especially blood exhaustion, Tian Qi, myrrh, and bear gallbladder, these medicinal herbs are essential.

What a little prince.

As if he could see what Yang Lin wanted to do, Wang Chuyi suddenly said, "The little prince Wanyan Kang is your disciple of Master Qiu, and you are still your senior brother."

If you see him, you might as well save his life and open the door."

"I have already made plans for this matter, so please don't worry, Master."

Wang Chuyi has been so hurt by someone, and he is still worried about this and that.

Yang Lin was both angry and funny.

At that moment, Mo Ling answered slightly and told him to cultivate well.

Moreover, he gave the store enough money and let him take good care of it, so he left the store.

...

Horse riding is prohibited in the city.

Fortunately, Yang Lin's journey is very fast.

Don't ask people everywhere.

I just walked around a few streets and walked straight to the prosperous place, and soon saw the destination.

The Zhao Palace is indeed easy to find.

The wide door face, high walls, flying eaves and arches inside, rockery pavilions.

There are mountains, streams, springs, winding paths and secluded.

Extremely luxurious.

I guess it was the residence of any prince in the Song Dynasty before the Jin people broke the city.

Or, it is just the palace of the official family who loves calligraphy and painting, and it is natural that he was occupied by the Jin people at this time.

Yang Lin saw with his own eyes the envy and longing on his face when the people around him were walking by.

This is a yearning for wealth and awe of power.

The Jin people had been ruled for a long time, and at this time they had already penetrated into all walks of life and the deepest part of the hearts of every Song people.

They got used to it, accepted their fate, and had no sense of resistance at all.

Looking at the brightly-clad guards at the door of the royal palace, they drove away the curious people with a fierce look, as if they were driving away a dog.

Yang Lin didn't even stir up any turmoil in his heart, but just walked slowly.

He was keen and had already heard the sound of killing and the sound of Bi Pu vaguely coming from the palace.

The place is too wide, with martial arts masters inside, and they have become a pot of porridge, and the guards outside have not heard it at all.

The guard post is still tight.

Of course, Yang Lin could sneak in like others.

But he doesn't want to.

When I came here on this trip, I came to take revenge with a dignified and upright army and Mount Tai pressed down on the top.

Or, it's here to kill people.

Where do you need to hide it?

In his heart, this place has always been the territory of the Han people. These Jin people were all barbarians and barbarians, and were the ones who occupied the nests of magpies.

As a Han Chinese, do you need to sneak into your territory?

If anyone dares to block the road, he can only kill him.

When the four guards raised their swords and guns at the same time, they rushed up and scolded, Yang Lin did not draw his sword, but pushed his palms and banged...

The mighty internal force crushed the past like a landslide.

The four of them flew backwards, slamming their heads and feet hard on the door.

With a bang, the vermilion gate suddenly opened.

Yang Lin took the steps as a car, heading towards the place where he shouted for killing, step by step.

The murderous intent is getting stronger and stronger, and the murderous intent is getting stronger and stronger.

In my mind, I seemed to think of the scene in the illusion...

When Wanyan Zongwang's army broke through the city, the people screamed, and the royal family was led out of the palace like a dog.

He is that monkey, not that monkey.

On that day, in the illusion, the monkey fought to the death, killed Wanyan Zongwang, and destroyed thousands of troops.

And today, he set foot on this land again, and this city was no longer the person he had ever seen.

Same hatred, different scenery.

The same is the boiling murderous intent in my heart, like a wave.

How many years have it been?

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Lin drew his sword in his hand, and let out a long whistle, which shocked the whole field.

"Wanyan Honglie, come out and die."

With a shout, the sky was surging and the fallen leaves were bleak.

I saw a wide passage...

A large number of people were fighting each other between the pavilions, but they did not see Wanyan Honglie or Wanyan Kang.

The first thing I saw was a few acquaintances.

A slightly dark and strong young man with a blind woman hunched over his body.

The woman held a silver whip in her hand, rolling like a giant python, going around.

Sometimes the circle becomes a circle, sometimes the stabbing becomes a gun... The whistling sound made everyone around him dare not enter the circle.

This is Guo Jing.

Then, the woman who looks sad, cold and beautiful, with evil eyes between her eyebrows should be the Iron Corpse Plum Chaofeng among the two evil spirits of the Black Wind.

Because of the fire of exercise, it was a bit inconvenient to move, so I took Guo Jing hostage.

Not far away from these two people, in a mess were six men and women of different shapes.

It is the six monsters in Jiangnan.

The first one was a middle-aged man with a majestic face but also a blind man.

When the arm was slightly vibrating, a dark weapon was swirling like a butterfly and attacking the woman.

A short and fat man, with a soft whip in his hand, was about to hit the woman's left hand pressed on Guo Jing's temple.

However, they still underestimated Mei Chaofeng.

After practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures, although the opponent did not know the fundamental mental method, he also practiced a set of strange attacks and killing moves.

For example, the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Heart-Destroying Palm, White Python Whip Method, etc.

At this time, Mei Chaofeng used the White Python Whip method.

The silver whip in her hand moved slightly and turned into a python, circling all the hidden weapons that the flying bat Ke Zhene beat out, and then hit back, causing the six people to be in a hurry.
To be continued...