Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

As if a killing god was lying in front of him, he was majestic, and the coercion covering his body was overwhelming, and the Ryukyu chief couldn't move for a while, stuck in place like a piece of wood.

His pupils were dilated, and he stared at Lin Qin in front of him, feeling terrified in his heart, a cold air rushed from the end of his spine to the top of the sky, and his entire back was soaked with sweat.

Facing the prey being slaughtered, Lin Qin was not impatient, like a falcon looking at a shivering little mouse, he had indescribable patience.

"Speak!"

Lin Qin, who was surrounded by light, asked with a smile on his lips.

Colonel Ryukyu was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and asked in a trembling tone, "You...what do you want me to say?"

Suddenly being asked such a question, Ryukyu Dazuo is a monk Zhang Er, he was confused, and his heart began to beat.

Do you want me to confess the premeditation of the Huangquan Sword Club, or do you want me to present all the assets and the exercises I have collected?

These thoughts of his are completely presented in Lin Qin's Karma Sutra, which is so funny that Lin Qin can't help shaking his head contemptuously.

If you are not born, you are not going to take it with you when you die. They are all dying people. It is really ridiculous to be entangled in these interests!
"Say you want to choose how to die?"

Lin Qin was like a god of death holding a sickle, giving the final death notice to the Ryukyu chief, and his cold tone made the Ryukyu chief fall into the abyss.

"No...no...I can't die yet!"

Colonel Ryukyu finally thought of this crucial information. He looked ferocious and shook his head like crazy.

Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, and a frenzy flashed in his eyes.

"Ho-"

He rose from the ground like a carp, and the moment his body bounced up, the five fingers of his right hand, which had already been planned, were folded together, stabbing Lin Qin's heart like a sharp sword.

This full-strength blow caused vibrato to reverberate around, and countless air waves rushed out, blowing the dust on the floor.

Lin Qin didn't dodge anything, the Fire Lion Fist in his right hand firmly bit the sharp sword.

Using violence to control violence, the sky thunder in his left hand stabbed into the chest of Chief Ryukyu, burst out, and the blood was dazzling when he pulled it back.

This is the suppression of absolute strength!

Ryukyu Colonel's seemingly formidable blow, in front of Lin Qin, was undoubtedly flamboyant, not worth mentioning at all.

He stared wide-eyed, looking as if he was dying, and then fell backwards, hitting the ground with a loud bang.

Lin Qin looked at it coldly, and upon seeing this, the other members of the Huangquan Sword Club were frightened and took a few steps back, prostrated themselves on the ground and begged,

"Hero, have mercy...we were all forced."

"Yes, yes, the above said that the martial arts community in the southern district of Pengcheng organized activities this afternoon, so they ordered us to come over and cause damage."

"We also eat together, what are we told to do, and what do we do?"

As soon as the leader hangs up, the rest of the young people all shirk and pretend to be pitiful, trying to put the responsibility away from themselves.

"Old Gu, what do you say?"

Lin Qin naturally didn't want to interfere too much in the festivities between the Huangquan Sword Society and the warriors in the southern area, and at the same time sold face to Gu Lao.

Seeing that the young man who was looking down on everything on the stage took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and even took care of his face, Mr. Gu couldn't help being flattered, and rushed up half a step,

"Don't dare, let the master decide."

Instead of calling the shots, Mr. Gu also very politely called the young man in front of him 'Master'.

That's right, in the world of warriors, strength is the most important thing!

As long as you are strong enough, you will stand at the top of the pyramid, and everyone will bow down to you.

"Grandmaster?"

Lin Qin smiled brightly, but did not refuse the title, "Okay, then I'll do it."

He turned his head slowly, his cold and ruthless eyes stared at the people of Huangquan Sword Society trembling, they were all trembling with panic, even a master like Ryukyu Dazuo died here, let alone these little shrimps.

Lin Qin spread out his palms, stretched his five fingers, and sneered,

"Then exchange five spiritual energy pills for one head."

As soon as these words came out, all the warriors present took a breath, this is really a big mouth for a lion.

five?

Or Spiritual Qi Pill.

You must know that although the spirit pill is an item in the circle of warriors, it can still be traded with money in the secular world. Generally, the value of a spirit pill is worth 100 million.

The random asking price is 500 million, which is really scary.

Sure enough, upon hearing this quotation, the prostrate disciples of the Huangquan Sword Club turned completely pale. If they had so much money, why would they be disciples of the Sword Club?

Isn't it fun to be carefree every day?
Lin Qin naturally knew what they were thinking, with an expression of sending the Buddha to the west,

"Isn't your steward already dead? Why don't you hurry back to the agency and see if you can exchange all the valuables with Gu Lao, and then keep your heads."

"Yes, yes, yes... Hurry up and go back to the club."

Reminded by Lin Qinyi, all the disciples of the Sword Club finally woke up from their dreams. They all anxiously got up from the ground and staggered towards the downstairs.

After a while, the unfinished building became quiet again, only the occasional wind caressed the faces of everyone, and some people couldn't help feeling unreal.

The originally lively trade fair turned into a battle because of the disturbance of the Huangquan Sword Club, especially the appearance of Ryukyu Dazuo, who was a third-tier warrior, and turned the trade fair into a life-and-death battle.

Thanks to a master who came from behind, the victory this time was favored by the warriors in the southern area of ​​Pengcheng.

"I don't know what the name of this master is?"

Nearly 5000 million was stuffed in, and Mr. Gu hurried forward to greet him.

Only then did the others realize that Gu Lao called the young man in front of him a master.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with this title. As long as you are strong, even if you are a three-year-old child, you are worthy of the title of master.

"Lin Qin."

Lin Qin didn't hide it, and directly reported his name.

"Oh... so it's Master Lin."

Gu Lao pretended to be close, and continued to ask,
"I haven't seen it before. I don't know if Master Lin is from our southern district of Pengcheng?"

When this question was asked, other warriors pricked up their ears to listen. Generally speaking, the more powerful the warrior, the more nostalgic they would be, and they would take care of the warriors in the same area, otherwise they would not withdraw to help.

Lin Qin did not deny it, and said lightly,
"Well, I've been working in the southern district of Pengcheng all the time. After all these years, I can be regarded as half of the people in the southern district of Pengcheng."

"Do the math—"

Mr. Gu hastily added, even if Master Lin said no, he would talk about other reasons in order to get close.

"Fortunately, Master Lin made the move this time, otherwise the southern district of Pengcheng would lose all face!"

When he said this, Gu Lao's eyes were a little dark.