The strongest master in history

These people from the rivers and lakes were so enthusiastic, Lin Yuanjian stayed in the restaurant for almost half an hour, and then found an excuse to get away with Xiao Zhao, otherwise he didn't know how long these guys would drink with him.

"Hey, we don't know the name of that little brother yet!"

After Lin Yuanjian and Xiao Zhaoyuan left, everyone thought of this question.

"Hey, everyone is here to participate in the Dashengguan Hero Conference. That little brother will definitely be there too. Are you afraid you won't see him then?"

"Yes, yes, yes, with that little brother's skills, he must be able to make a big splash at the hero meeting."

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"Brother Yuan, you are so handsome today." Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

"Oh, didn't I not be handsome before?" Lin Yuanjian kept a straight face on purpose.

Xiao Zhao said: "That's not what Xiao Zhao said, you are more handsome today than before."

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhao is also very beautiful today." Lin Yuanjian laughed and patted her head.

Before the two of them left the town, a group of people suddenly came in front of them, and one of them was Huo Dou who had just left in a panic.

The one who walked in the front was a 50-year-old fan monk, wearing a lama monk's uniform, his hair was only half shaved, and his temples on both sides protruded slightly, which is a sign of extremely deep inner strength!

There is no doubt that this fan monk is a peerless master, and at least at Guo Jing's level!

Walking side by side with Huo Dou was a huge fat man, round and funny, holding a thick iron pestle in his hand, which looked very scary.

Further behind is a group of well-dressed warriors with bows and arrows on their backs. There are about a dozen of them, and they are all Mongolian in appearance.

Lin Yuan was taken aback when he saw it, and had vaguely guessed the identity of the person opposite him.

Being with Huo Dou, and his martial arts are so high that the former is willing to follow behind, so the fan monk with high martial arts must be King Jinlun, the Mongolian national teacher, the extremely strong man from the Vajra Sect of Tibet.

That big fat man must be Huo Dou's senior brother Daerba.

King Jinlun came to Dashengguan with two apprentices, of course he was going to make trouble at the hero meeting.

Lin Yuanjian didn't expect to run into them so soon. Could it be that he beat his apprentice and came to be his master?

"It is detected that King Jinlun's destiny is 'Dimeng Xing', one of the 72 stars of Disha, and the host must accept him as a disciple."

"Damn it, what is that? Take King Jinlun as an apprentice?" Lin Yuanjian was stunned by the system's reminder, can you be more reliable?
Just when Lin Yuanjian was still immersed in the shock brought to him by the system, King Jinlun and the others had already approached.

Xiao Zhao said softly: "Brother Yuan, it seems that he is here for us."

Lin Yuanjian raised the corner of his mouth: "Yo, I said Huo Dou, you can't beat me so you brought your master here?"

Huo Dou snorted, but didn't say a word.

King Jinlun's eyes swept across Lin Yuanjian like sharp lightning, then stared at Huo Dou coldly, and asked, "Is this the kid?" There was a faint coercion in the deep voice, which made others Can't help feeling awe-inspiring.

Huo Dou's face was very ugly: "Yes, it's him, this person has extremely high martial arts."

King Jinlun said coldly: "It's really useless, if I ask you to find a place to eat, you can also cause me a whole lot of trouble."

Huo Dou lowered his head in shame, but looked straight at Lin Yuanjian with cold eyes, and said bitterly in his heart: "With my master on the way, I'll see how you can dance."

Lin Yuanjian said to King Jinlun in a teasing tone: "I said, what do you look at, monk, have you never seen a pretty boy?"

The other party was so disrespectful, but King Jinlun didn't mean to be angry at all. Instead, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I haven't set foot in Song Dynasty for a long time. I didn't expect to meet such a young man who showed his sharpness when I just came here today. The old man, Huo They are not good at learning, and I heard him say that I lost to you in one move, this old man is very interested in you."

Seeing his arms folded in front of his chest, Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's an honor that King Jinlun, the majestic Mongolian national teacher, is interested in me, an unknown person. Do you want to fight with me?"

King Jinlun was stunned: "Do you recognize this old man?"

Lin Yuan smiled and said nothing.

"You are not worthy of the old man's attack, Daerba!" King Jinlun turned his head and murmured a few words in Tibetan. The fat man Daerba nodded repeatedly, then raised his heavy iron pestle and walked forward, looking at Lin Yuanjian: "Oh, wow, the watermelon watermelon is big, big melon big melon!"

Lin Yuanjian was confused: "What are you talking about?"

The fat man Darba repeated it again.

Huo Dou quickly translated: "My senior brother said that you are a child, and he will teach you three tricks."

Lin Yuanjian said: "Oh, let me do three tricks, are you sure?"

Daerba put the iron pestle on the ground, grinned and said, "Gua Gua Gua Gua!"

King Jinlun frowned, and said in Tibetan: "Darba, don't be careless."

Lin Yuanjian sneered and said, "Hits you a big watermelon, your junior brother can't survive with one move, you still want me to do three more?"

Huo Dou forcefully explained with a dark face: "Boy, that's just my carelessness. Even if your martial arts are higher than mine, it's not much higher."

"Hey, everyone, hurry up, that little brother was stopped by a group of Mongolians at the street just now, let's go over and have a look."

"I heard that Huo Dou called for reinforcements to get back to the scene."

"Damn, bullying us that there is no one in Song Dynasty? Everyone go over and have a look."

Soon, the group of martial arts practitioners in the Drunken Immortal Building swarmed out and rushed towards the street.

On the street, the crowd of onlookers had already made way for a large open space, Lin Yuanjian and Xiao Zhao stood opposite King Jinlun.

Darba murmured and didn't know what to say, but judging from his tone and demeanor, it was obvious that he was provoking Lin Yuanjian.

"What an arrogant fat man, little brother, teach him a lesson." The martial artists from Zuixianlou arrived and cheered up Lin Yuanjian one by one.

"Xiao Zhao, step back."

Xiao Zhao followed his words and retreated into the crowd.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan was walking slowly, wandering left and right, and kept looking at Daerba, but he just didn't move.

King Jinlun became impatient: "Boy, are you going to fight or not?"

Lin Yuanjian jumped up suddenly, and the terrifying speed made King Jinlun frowned.

Immediately afterwards, a volley kicked down, aiming directly at Daerba.

Da'erba was startled by the sound of this kick, and quickly raised the thick iron pestle with both hands to block it.

It was also Lin Yuanjian who showed mercy, otherwise the fat man would have no chance of parrying.

boom!
A heavy foot landed ferociously on Darba's iron rod, a terrifying force spread from both arms to his feet, and the ground paved with hard bluestone collapsed to a depth of one and a half meters, a radius of one and a half meters. Zhang's pit!
Daerba even bent his knees involuntarily, sweating profusely, and his body trembling constantly.

With a clang, the iron rod fell to the ground, and he could no longer hold it.