Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

"finished."

Lin Qin said calmly.

Hearing this, Wang Yinyong's face was full of nervousness. Although he already knew the strength of the lord in his heart, after all, he was trying to win someone from the hands of death.

He took a deep breath, and immediately noticed that his own functions were different. The feeling of sickness before was gone, and he didn't feel any common symptoms, such as fever and joint pain.

At this time, his body looked like a young and energetic age, full of vigor, and his whole body was so comfortable that he almost danced.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Wang Yinyong smiled happily, and the joy on his face was even more overflowing.

"Okay, hello, get ready and wait for the notification."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Yinyong was in front of him. The place where the lord was standing just now was empty, as if he had disappeared from the air and had never appeared before.

"Brother Wang, are you okay?"

At this time, a shout came from outside the ancestral hall, it was the martial arts master sent by the superior to protect Wang Yinyong.

After he came in, he found that Brother Wang was stuck in front of him like a piece of wood, motionless, so he continued to ask, "Brother Wang?"

"Oh——" Wang Yinyong was stunned for a moment before he realized, "It's Xiao Huang, it's okay, you can take me back."

"Did you just go back? Didn't you find the secret recipe for treatment?"

Xiao Huang looked puzzled. In order to find this secret recipe, Brother Wang had to take all the honor from him, and now he would give up as soon as he said he would give up. This is really not in line with Brother Wang's character.

"I found it, let's go." Wang Yinyong took the lead in walking towards the gate of the ancestral hall.

"Ah? How can I find it just by praying?"

Seeing Brother Wang leaving without looking back, Xiao Huang was puzzled and hurriedly followed.

At this time, in the suburbs of Pengcheng, there were a lot of unfinished buildings in the suburbs of Pengcheng.

With his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, Lin Qin quietly appeared under the unfinished building at No. 3 Tianwei.

"General Guo." Seeing the familiar figure, Lin Qin shouted.

Hearing the lord's call, Guo Zigang turned his head in surprise and rushed over.

Compared with the Guo Jiang I saw in the hospital, he is undoubtedly undergoing a major change of clothes now. His whole mental outlook has been completely renewed. He has cut his hair and looks radiant. His eyes are piercing under his sword-shaped eyebrows. He is wearing a white shirt and black trousers. , He looks like a gold medal bodyguard.

"Have you found anything?"

After all, this is a trade fair for real martial arts circles, and caution is the first priority.

"Report my lord, I have been squatting downstairs and found that there are a lot of people coming in and out, and there are occasional sounds of fighting inside." Guo Zigang told what he saw and heard in detail.

"Fight?" Lin Qin asked suspiciously.

Didn't the old man in the subway say it was a trade fair, why did he change it to a fight?
Guo Zigang nodded heavily,

"I can't hear it wrong, there are still a lot of sounds of swords hitting."

"Okay, let's go up and have a look first." Lin Qin still decided to find out. Although it may not be a big store, but a tiger's den, he still has to break through and open the door to the world of martial arts.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into this unfinished building, he heard the sound of fighting and a strong musty smell floating in the air.

After reaching the third floor, they saw a temporary arena in the central area.

On the arena, swords, swords, fists and feet face each other, and the two people in the competition are in full swing.

At this time, the challenger holding the dagger defended carelessly and showed his flaws. The man in suit and leather shoes caught him straight, turned around and kicked him right in the chest, and the challenger fell out like a sandbag with the knife.

"it is good!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience.

The man stood upright, looking into the eyes of Huangquan Jianshe and the others opposite him, with an air of overlord looking down on the world.

Just like a domineering thug in a suit!

"It's really terrifying!"

Under the stage, Mr. Gu nodded frequently, with tears in his eyes.

He is the contact person in the southern district of Pengcheng. The fighters sent to the field just now have been defeated one after another. Seeing that they can't stand up to the attack of the Huangquan Sword Club. Fortunately, Liu Chuan, the successor of the "Twelve Road Tan Legs", arrived and stabilized the situation.

"Please!"

Suddenly there was a murmur, and a swordsman came slowly from the opposite Huangquan Sword Club.

Liu Chuan narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the short challenger. When he saw that he was holding a knife in both hands, his face was slightly surprised.

"Dual sword style?"

"Please!"

The little swordsman continued to speak in strangely pronounced Chinese.

After finishing speaking, he pulled out his saber suddenly, and a wave of air swept up, sending the two scabbards flying into the sky.

The blade flowed, dragging out two colorful light streaks, and the swordsman bent his knees like a spring and shot forward, leaving light marks in the air with the two blades, and slashed towards Liu Chuan on the stage.

His pair of knives were not only extremely fast, but also made good use of the strength in his waist, concentrating all his strength on the knives, and making a sonic boom when they rubbed against the air.

All the elders in the audience were overshadowed by it.

However, Liu Chuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp. With the strength of "Pengcheng's first foot", he reacts very quickly. When his feet sink, all the spiritual energy in his body is poured into him, and golden lotuses grow on his feet.

At the moment when the two knives were cut, he swept his legs sideways, and with tremendous force, he kicked his elbow to the swordsman's wrist holding the knife.

"Oh!"

The air shook in vain.

The void trembled, and the swordsman's body swayed, chopping crookedly.

Following the offensive, Liu Chuan launched his housekeeping skills, 72 Tan legs.

The first way, inch leg.

The second way, cross legs.

In the third way, step down and turn your legs.

……

The shadows of the legs flickered, the light splashed in all directions, and the intensive attack was like rain hitting plantains, and the swordsman fell into the situation of being beaten in an instant.

He had no choice but to turn from offense to defense, but every time the opponent's legs fell, they were incredibly heavy, and the power of thunder still flowed faintly, and both of his arms were numb from the shock.

"Liu Chuan, beautiful, just kick him to death!"

The warriors in the audience cheered happily.

The so-called long-term defense will lead to loss. Lin Qin, who was watching the battle among the crowd, could already see the loss of aura in the swordsman's body.

This time, Liu Chuan took it again, no problem.

"puff!"

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the swordsman suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, retreated violently, and was kicked in the chest by Liu Chuan.

"boom……"

He landed heavily under the ring, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Only then did people see that the right chest of the swordsman was sunken an inch inward, and the clothes on his chest had a big gash from the scalding of his legs, and the traces of footprints inside were shocking.

Everyone couldn't help feeling chills down their spines.

Obviously Liu Chuan was merciful. If the kick had been on the heart, the swordsman's heart would have burst and he would have died on the spot.

"I surrender."

The swordsman sat up tremblingly, his mouth was still bloodstained, his face was pale, and he said reluctantly.