Crazy involution in male-oriented novels, my senior brother has set his sights on me

"Are you back? Do you feel better now that you've let off some steam?" As soon as he got back to the inn, he ran into Lin Hao's eldest son Qing, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, waiting for Lin Hao.

Being caught by the master, Lin Hao scratched his head in embarrassment. "Master, how did you know that I went to beat someone up?"

Zhang Ziqing sneered, "I'm not blind. I saw your murderous look before you left the restaurant."

Lin Hao thought he had hidden himself well, but after being pointed out by Zhang Ziqing, he blushed, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing Lin Hao's embarrassed look, Zhang Ziqing stopped teasing, "Alright, I don't want to say anything to you. You're venting your anger for your brother, which shows that you have a deep relationship. But Xiao Jinxing is too talented, and he has been criticized even more harshly than today since he showed his talent. Those who are jealous of him always want to find a sense of superiority by slandering him. There are countless such people, can you fight back one by one?"

Lin Hao nodded seriously, "I can." As if he felt that the promise was not enough, he added, "I will beat anyone I see in the future."

Zhang Ziqing found it a little funny and couldn't help but teasing him, "What if you can't beat him?"

Lin Hao held his chin and really thought about this question. He seemed to have thought of the answer. He looked up and looked at Zhang Ziqing, and said solemnly: "If his cultivation level is not much higher than mine, I should be able to deal with him. If it is much higher, then I will work hard to cultivate and try to surpass him as soon as possible, and then beat him back."

Zhang Ziqing held his forehead and thought, this disciple is hopeless!

He rubbed his swollen and aching temple and said, "You should tell your senior brother about this next time. Forget it. You've been tired all day. Go back and rest for a while."

Isn't it a waste to spend this beautiful night sleeping? Lin Hao only complained in his heart, but still responded respectfully.

"You are not allowed to practice secretly. Just sleep well today!"

Lin Hao paused as he was going upstairs. What did Chang Ziqing not understand when he saw his little action? As expected, he guessed it right. This kid wanted to hide in the room and practice secretly.

Looking back at his master's disapproving eyes, Lin Haolong pulled his head and said disappointedly: "Yes..."

After a good night's sleep, Lin Hao opened the window and breathed in the fresh morning air. Perhaps because it was close to the sea, the morning air was slightly cool and humid, but it was also because of this moisture that the air was more refreshing.

"How is it? Is your spiritual power flowing more smoothly after a night's rest?"

It was the master's voice, but Lin Hao didn't see him in person. He looked around, stuck his head out of the window, and finally saw him on the roof. He was lying on his back, holding the wine gourd he used to drink.

"Master, isn't it bad to drink so early in the morning?"

"Nonsense! I clearly started drinking last night." Chang Ziqing refuted Lin Hao with half-opened and slightly hazy eyes.

You drank all night, right?

Closing the window, Lin Hao no longer paid attention to the eldest son Qing on the roof...

Because Utto City is close to the sea, products from the sea can be seen everywhere on the streets. Monsters, herbs, and even magical instruments are all made of products from the sea.

Passing by a stall, Lin Hao listened to the stall owner talking nonstop... No, he was selling the magic weapon in his hand to the person in front of him.

The stall owner was really good at talking. The man was stunned and paid the money obediently. He turned around and walked away holding the unknown magic weapon. His expression was still a little dazed when he left.

Lin Hao just found it interesting, but when the stall owner looked at him, the feeling was not so good anymore.

Seeing the stall owner looking at him as if he was a fat sheep to be slaughtered, Lin Hao turned around and left, fearing that the stall owner would fool him with his eloquent mouth again.

When I turned around, I ran into a group of people. The leader's face was swollen like a pig's head and it looked like he had been beaten like this.

The force of this blow was comparable to his own. I don't know who did it, but he must be very talented. It's not easy to hit the pig head so evenly and perfectly.

How much hatred and resentment must there be to fight like this? Lin Hao sighed in his heart, but he did not stop.

"It's him! Stop that guy!" Seeing the pig head pointing at him, Lin Hao's face was full of question marks.

The people brought by Pighead surrounded Lin Hao without any hesitation after hearing the order. Watching the fun is everyone's nature. Seeing that there was something exciting to watch, although everyone did not move forward, they all gathered ten meters away to watch the fun.

"Those seem to be the Li family's guards."

"Remove the appearance."

"So the leader is the young master of the Li family? Why was he beaten like this?"

"Yeah, I almost didn't recognize you just now."

"It's useless to say that. Look, the boy surrounded in the middle is only twelve or thirteen years old, right?"

"Poor thing, the Li family has been bullying Utuo City for so many years, is there no one who can discipline them?"

"Who dares? My uncle is the elder of Xinghua Tower. We are under the jurisdiction of Xinghua Tower. Who dares to offend them?"

"What a sin! So many people bullied a child. Wouldn't the child be beaten to death today?"

Listening to the discussions around him, the young master of the Li family did not feel ashamed, but looked at Lin Hao smugly. "Did you hear that? Our Li family is the local emperor of Utuo City. It's your bad luck if you mess with me!"

Lin Hao had a question mark on his face, "Have I ever provoked you?"

The young master of the Li family, who was originally smug, became furious when he heard Lin Hao's words. He pointed at his pig-headed face and said, "You beat me! Now you say you can't recognize me?!"

No wonder the beating was so even. He always hits people in the face first. That’s definitely his character.

From the corners of his memory, he retrieved the faces of those people who had been beaten yesterday, and the young master of the Li family in front of him overlapped with one of them.

Lin Hao: "..." It's not his fault that he didn't recognize it, but why hasn't it healed after a night? Is the Li family so poor that they can't even take out the little pills?

It was also Lin Hao's fault for his lack of common sense. Although ordinary families were not unable to produce an elixir, elixirs were also very precious. They could not invite elixir cultivators at will. Only those large families would have one or two elixir cultivators of low quality.

Most of the remaining alchemy practitioners without any sect or school are controlled by Feihuafang and Qiongyu Pavilion.

The only way for small families to obtain elixirs was through auctions. Although there were many elixirs flowing out of the auctions, there were even more families waiting. With too many monks and too little meat, everyone was used to using elixirs where it mattered the most. This was also the reason why all the major families were trying their best to send their disciples into the sect.

After all, the resources of the sect are not comparable to theirs, and even the general big families cannot compare with them, unless they can develop their family into a sect like Fei Hua Fang.

Although the young master of the Li family's injuries looked serious, he actually had no internal injuries other than the swelling on his face. Why would the Li family waste a pill to treat him because of this small injury?

The young master of the Li family in front of him became even more annoyed when he saw that Lin Hao had completely forgotten about himself.

He was so angry that he kept stamping his feet. His face was already very swollen, and his body was a little fat, so he looked like an angry old sow.