The proud master of the female president

Wuyi Mountain.

The famous mountains of the Three Religions in China.

Among them, the southeast foot of the northern section has been fully developed and has become a famous scenic spot at home and abroad. However, due to the size of the entire Wuyi Mountain, there are still many places that are inaccessible, including the residence of Youyunmen.

It is the end of April.

Late spring and early summer are neither hot nor cold, which is the most comfortable season of the year.

Lin Yu was walking on a mountain path, and Fan Zhenlong and Zhao Hong followed suit.

"Little friend Lin, it's just the three of us, really..." Fan Zhenlong is still worried.

Although the heavy injury healed in less than one night, he only felt that Lin Yu's medical skills were superb, which did not mean that he was also skilled in martial arts.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan."

Zhao Hong smiled, and said: "The sword sharpening sect is not worth mentioning at all."

suddenly!

"Who? Stop!"

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two figures flew out, blocking the way of a group of people.

It is quite normal for the Wuxue sect to have disciples patrolling the site, but...

This is the residence of Youyunmen.

As the head of the sect, Fan Zhenlong was blocked by his disciples, which is hard to understand.

Without him.

Just because the other party is not a disciple of You Yun Sect!
"Fan Zhenlong?!"

One of the disciples, looking past Lin Yu in front and falling on Fan Zhenlong, couldn't help being overjoyed: "Quick! Notify the head!"

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

The old thing fled after being seriously injured, and the head leader personally led people to search the vicinity, but he still couldn't find any trace.

did not expect……

Take the initiative to deliver to your door!

"Looking for death." Zhao Hong's eyes turned cold.

"It's okay, let's go." Lin Yu didn't let Zhao Hong do anything, and let one of them report.

"presumptuous!"

The remaining disciple, seeing the three of them walking straight inside, immediately stepped forward and shouted: "Stand here and wait!"

Lin Yu ignored it and continued walking in.

Clang!
The disciple's murderous aura soared, he drew out his long sword and stabbed directly.

"Be careful!" Fan Zhenlong was shocked.

The long sword stabbed at the chest.

Lin Yu continued walking, as if...as if he didn't react.

The next moment, Fan Zhenlong stood there blankly, because the opponent's sword was clearly stabbing, and it was clearly pointing at the deadliest chest, but Lin Yu neither dodged nor resisted, but he passed by somehow.

Not dodging, avoiding or resisting, how did he get past?
He passed the sword-wielding disciple and continued walking towards the mountain gate.

puff……

Just when Fan Zhenlong was startled, the disciple spurted out a bloody arrow and fell on his back.

"This……"

From the beginning to the end, he didn't see Lin Yu make a move, Fan Zhenlong turned his head blankly, and looked at Zhao Hong: "Little friend Lin... What kind of cultivation is it? Could it be that he is already at the pinnacle of martial arts?"

"Almost." Zhao Hong sneered.

The pinnacle of martial arts?

Ok!

For Chinese folk warriors, the limit that martial arts can achieve together is the realm of the nine heavens of martial arts.

Without Lin Yu's permission, he didn't dare to speak casually.

after all……

At Fan Zhenlong's level, he didn't know the existence of Xuan Dao Realm, so there was no need to tell him specifically - he could understand it however he wanted.

"how is this possible?!"

Even so, Fan Zhenlong was stunned, his eyes widened and he said: "How old is he? That is the pinnacle of martial arts. At his age...even if he is born out of the womb, it is impossible to practice, right? !"

Zhao Hong couldn't laugh or cry.

In Fan Zhenlong's perception, the Ninth Heaven of Martial Arts is too powerful.

but……

When Lin Yu came to Huaxia, he was already in the ninth level of martial arts, and now he has crossed the entire Xuan Dao and entered a higher level of Immortal Dao.

Martial Dao Ninth Heaven is very strong?
Not to mention that for Lin Yu today, even in Zhao Hong's eyes... he is still a scumbag.

After all, after many promotions, Zhao Hong has reached the ninth level of Xuan Dao.

Compared with the Nine Heavens of Martial Arts, it surpasses the Nine Realms!
A large realm doubles the combat power.

What about the nine realms?

512 times!
But in fact, in view of the fact that the natural moat from Martial Dao to Xuan Dao is more than doubled, that is to say, Zhao Hong's combat power is about one or two thousand times stronger than Martial Dao Ninth Heaven....

This led to the fact that in Zhao Hong's eyes, the Martial Dao Ninth Layer, which was not at all popular, was the sky in Fan Zhenlong's eyes!
The three walked in all the way.

No one stopped me along the way.

Very normal.

Fan Zhenlong said yesterday that he and his brother Qiao Ying are both start-up sects. No matter Youyun Sect or Li Jianzong, they are small in scale in the whole of China.

Especially You Yunmen, in view of Fan Zhenlong's obsession with calligraphy and painting, he will not vigorously develop the school at all.

There are only a dozen or so disciples in the entire sect.

Two 10 minutes later.

A group of buildings came into view.

It is far less than the scale of the Jiange resident, and the building itself is not grand and majestic, but is located between two hills, like a group of buildings in a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are only a few buildings in total, but they feel very comfortable.

The layout is perfect.

The architecture is exquisite.

Between each building, there are dotted Jiangnan garden scenery, which is like an ancient ink painting, which is pleasing to the eye.

Seeing the building complex from a distance, before the three of them walked in, a group of people came out.

The leader was a tall, thin man.

About the same age as Fan Zhenlong, although his beard and hair are white, he exudes a domineering aura, especially that hooked nose... a bit more sinister.

"The junior brother came back before the three-day deadline, haha..."

Qiao Ying laughed loudly, and his smile was full of sarcasm: "It seems that junior brother still cares about the disciples of Youyun Sect. How about it? Hand over the Wanshengmo, and everything will be easy to talk about, otherwise...hehe!"

"Qiao Ying! Wan Sheng Mo was bestowed by Master, and if you take it so skillfully, it is tantamount to betraying Master!" Fan Zhenlong shouted angrily.

"Since ancient times, strength has been king." Qiao Ying sneered.

"You deceive the master and destroy the ancestor..."

"To shut up!"

Qiao Ying's face turned cold, he cast his eyes on Lin Yu and Zhao Hong, and said coldly: "Junior Brother, don't you think that if you find a helper, you will have a chance to change the result?"

Obviously, he only paid attention to Zhao Hong and not Lin Yu, because Zhao Hong was much older than Lin Yu.

He thinks that Zhao Hong is a master, as for that young man...

It should be Zhao Hong's apprentice.

Simply, Lin Yu glanced at Zhao Hong, who immediately stepped forward and said coldly, "You might as well try."

Whoosh!
As soon as Zhao Hong finished speaking, the two men beside Qiao Ying rushed towards him with their swords.

Extremely fast.

The sword is not weak.

Of course, the so-called fast and strong are relative.

Zhao Hong didn't even use a weapon, so he grabbed it with both hands, and grabbed the sword that was stabbing at the opponent!
True Qi is contained in both palms.

Ka!

Ka!

Ka!

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron clanging, and the two long swords shattered from the tip of the sword into a large number of metal fragments, splashing all over the ground.

Gah!
Qiao Ying's expression froze.

Although those two are his apprentices, they have been practicing with him for 30 to [-] years, and each of them is not weak.

however……

"Give it back to you."

The blade of the sword shattered to the ground in an instant.

But it's not over!
Zhao Hong's hands turned into claws, and he grabbed the broken sword and grabbed the hilt behind him. The two disciples changed their expressions in shock, and immediately used their empty left hands to fist into Zhao Hong.

For some unknown reason, his right hand suddenly lightened.

The hilt of the sword somehow fell into Zhao Hong's hands.

One catch.

throw.

The hilt of the sword came out of his hand.

The left fists of those two disciples didn't even have time to hit Zhao Hong, and they were hit in the chest by the hilt of the sword first.

puff……

Both of them vomited blood and flew upside down. After landing, they passed out on the spot, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.