martial law

"Who is Xiao Cui? Your mother, Aunt Hua, was so anxious that she jumped into the river earlier."

Yang Lin looked around and found that these girls generally had some pretty looks.

It seems that these concubines of Ouyangke on White Camel Mountain are not everyone's target, it still depends on whether the women are good-looking or not.

They are well aware of the taste of the young master of White Camel Mountain, and they only pick juicy ones.

"What happened to my mother?"

A frail 15-year-old girl who was so frightened and crying, suddenly raised her head when she heard Yang Lin's words, her big eyes were full of panic.

"It's okay, when she jumped into the river, I happened to pass by and rescued her.

However, the parents and relatives in your family must be in a hurry.

One by one, report your name and address. After a while, I will send you home. "

"Thank you Eng."

Xiaocui knocked her head on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.

Seeing Yang Lin coming in earlier, he let go and killed without saying a word, just like a devil.

Instead of the joy of being rescued, they were terrified.

After Yang Lin's explanation, he finally let go of the doubts in his heart, stepped over the corpses of the people with a little fear, and walked outside the temple.

After waiting for more than ten breaths, five or six men in bunt clothes came up to him.

"Master, what should we do now?" Lao Xiao bowed forward with a worried expression on his face.

"Send them home, and spread the news in Zhangjiakou, killing people to save others, it was Quanzhen Sect disciple, Taihu Lu Guanying who did it.

Let the Baituo Mountain, Changbai Mountain, and the Beggar Gang have their own grievances and debtors, and don't find the wrong target for revenge. "

"Yes, the head of the family, but, in this way, is it too much enmity?"

"It's okay, Tujiwagou, no matter how many come, you won't be afraid.

Also, when you are away from home, don’t call me the head of the family... People who don’t know may think that I am a bandit from some mountain or river. "

"Okay, Mr. Lu." Old Xiao suppressed a smile, and he was kind.

I thought to myself, aren't you always a bandit from Taihu Lake?

Anyway, over the years, I am used to being called the Taihu Group of Pirates.

Unexpectedly, now my young master went to Quanzhen Sect, and paid attention to his reputation.

It's normal to think about it.

Now that he is a famous young hero, even if he doesn't think about himself, he has to think about his master.

If people all over the world know that the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are people who gather together and rob houses, that will truly tarnish their reputation.

……

The Crescent Tower in Zhangjiakou is easy to find.

There are only a few high-end restaurants and teahouses in total, just ask any passer-by and you will know.

Moreover, when Yang Lin entered the city again, his act of saving a weak woman with a single sword has spread completely.

From saving people by the river, to chasing the murderer alone.

It's just that less than two hours have passed, and the day has not yet completely darkened. Those more than a dozen young girls who were taken captive have already been sent home.

It's worth it now.

The pedestrians and common people on the street were blown up on the spot.

In recent days, there has been a lot of noise about the disappearance of the girl.

Everyone knows that there is a relationship between the upper class and a shady scene.

Occasionally, the few knights who dared to intervene in it also died very miserable.

This freaked everyone out.

They are not afraid of encountering terrible things. What they fear most is that they know that the fear is coming, but they have no way to hide, no way to escape, and they can only bear it for life.

Several families were hit too hard by the disappearance of their daughters, their old illnesses relapsed due to heartbreak, and they passed away.

This incident added a bit of sadness.

What now.

Some people said that Aunt Hua jumped into the river very well...

If it hadn't been for her having nothing to love in life, she might not have attracted the attention of that young hero Lu by jumping on the Lishui Bridge, and she would not have known about such a tragic event happening here in Zhangjiakou.

Not to mention killing all the culprits so quickly and saving all the girls.

So, when Yang Lin entered the city again and walked to the gate of the Crescent Tower.

Behind him, a large number of pedestrians had already gathered.

Some are actions of respect and admiration for Yang Lin.

Some people are curious about his strength.

Of course, there are also some idlers who want to see when he is unlucky.

Offended the powerful and powerful, wanting to pretend that nothing happened.

Actually it's not easy.

"Young master, are you drinking tea?"

When Yang Lin walked to the door, a waiter greeted him in fear.

"Find someone."

Yang Lin ignored the shop assistant's obstruction and went straight to the second floor.

Looking at the middle of this floor, at the top of the rectangular table, there is a middle-aged man in foreign clothes with a rich face and a red face.

He glanced at the nine pure white small patches on the lower part of his left chest, and said with a smile: "These nine pockets are also beautiful, if you know it, you will think you are the elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggars' Gang, if you don't know, you can still see it." I thought Elder Peng, you embroidered pear blossoms on the brocade..."

"Who? Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, what did you do, let the idlers wait to come out and make trouble, is this how you treat customers?"

The middle-aged wealthy member did not answer at all, squinted his eyes and glanced at Yang Lin, and angrily scolded the shopkeeper.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

"Stop calling."

Yang Lin's eyes turned cold, and he ignored the group of beggars in clean clothes who were either angry or anxious, and just stared at Elder Peng.

Looking at his reaction, he knew that he had not admitted the wrong person.

"For Gang Leader Hong's sake, you should kill yourself. I won't expose your scandal in front of so many people."

"It's unreasonable. The child with a yellow mouth really dares to spout blood. How can I have any scandals? Take it down for me."

After speaking, he waved his right hand, and four or five beggars rushed forward.

Of course, Elder Peng was not idle, a thirteen-section bamboo stick in his hand pierced the wind like a cone, and it hit Yang Lin's throat suddenly.

At the same time, his eyes glowed with a yellow-orange light, which made people feel a little uneasy when they saw it.

As soon as Yang Lin's gaze touched Elder Peng's, he understood what kind of method the other party was using.

Ecstasy, or hypnosis, can affect the spirit of others, making people sleepy or distracted...

As long as one is not paying attention, he will be hit and die under the next attack.

What's more, Yang Lin also discovered that Elder Peng's internal strength and staff attack skills are not weak at all.

Not much weaker than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, he is indeed one of the four chief elders under Hong Qigong's command.

The leader of the Jingyi School.

"Until the Yellow River, I will never die..."

Yang Lin snorted coldly, raised his left palm suddenly, and slammed it in front of him.

Huge internal force and powerful muscles and bones screamed and roared together.

The five disciples with five or six bags were hit by the powerful palm of the Frost-and-Ice Walking Palm, and they all paused in the air.

There was a violent sound from the bones on his body, blood spurted wildly, and he fell out of the building.

With a bang, he fell in front of the building, his bones and tendons were broken.

Elder Peng's complexion changed drastically, his figure was shaky in the palm of his hand, his feet sank, and he was about to jump backwards and walk through the window.

There was no anger in his eyes at this time, all that was left was fear.

"The palm technique and sword technique of the Quanzhen sect...how could such a powerful figure appear?"Judging from this palm technique, it is not much worse than the palm strength of old gang leader Hong. '

Since he intends to climb up to King Jin's mansion, of course he is not a stiff-necked person.

Seeing a strong opponent, turning around and fleeing is the basic operation.

The figure had just soared into the air, and a sword pierced his throat like a stream of light.

Yang Lin made a flat boat with one leaf, and drew out the sword silently. He put him on the sword, struggled for a while, and died.

Back then, during the sword competition in Quanzhen Sect, even Changchunzi Qiu Chuji couldn't block the sword, and Yang Lin pointed it directly at the throat.

Elder Peng's cultivation strength was a bit worse than Qiu Chuji's, and he was on par with Wang Chuyi.

At this time, Jian Guang didn't even see it clearly, he just snorted a few more times, and it was completely settled.

The rest of the beggars didn't have the slightest fighting spirit anymore, they uttered a cry in fright, and immediately ran away.

Yang Lin didn't chase him either.

He knew that it was his cronies who had listened to Elder Peng's order to attack him.

Others, even if there are one or two fish that slip through the net, they can't be taken care of.

Because, some of Elder Peng's thoughts are still hidden in the dark.

Only a few people know about his actions of clinging to the gold man.

Hong Qigong has a great reputation for martial arts and high prestige.

Under his leadership... these beggars are not all villains, there are still some chivalrous ones.

Some people also do many good things.

If he didn't make a distinction and make a big kill, Yang Lin would be a bit helpless.

……

Killed some monsters in Baituo Mountain and Changbai Mountain, and then eliminated a big cancer in the beggar gang.

Yang Lin asked himself that he had a clear conscience, silently checked his gains, and then sighed.

Elder Peng has gained a lot here, a full 100 points, because he was killed on the spot, all of which were included in the account.

However, in the Tantric temple, the white camel mountain concubines who were killed disguised as men did not have a penny.

Including these four-bag and five-bag disciples, they are gone.

It may be that the strength of these people is too low, even the three generations of Quanzhen disciples are far inferior, and only five or six of them are worth one.

At this time, Yang Lin's cultivation base has increased again. After recovering the Jingyuan Martial Arts in the middle stage of Huajin, with the perfect increase of internal energy circle, it is already very terrifying.

At this time, it is meaningless to hunt these miscellaneous fish again.

After dealing with the emergency in Zhangjiakou, Yang Lin is preparing to have a good meal, find a place to rest, and go to Zhongdu early tomorrow morning.

Then I saw a middle-aged man with a forehead cloth covering his head hurried over.

"Old Xiao, what's the matter? Is there any follow-up to the matter? Could it be that other elders of the beggar gang have arrived and want to avenge Elder Peng?

Or is it that Chief Hong has arrived? "

"That's not true, it's Daoist Yuyangzi... the Central Capital sent a message quickly, saying that our eyeliner saw that Daoist Wang came out of King Zhao's mansion in the Kingdom of Jin, and he was poisoned and was in danger.

Moreover, all the detoxification medicines on the market were collected by Zhao Wangfu. This is to force the Taoist priest to death. "

"Really brave!"

Yang Lin suddenly got up.