The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

It seems that there are no masters who practice this sword art in the Jianghu.

This kind of martial skill of unknown origin, ordinary people dare not practice it lightly.

Naturally, most people are looking at it now, but they are not ready to act immediately.

"Hey, hey, get out of the way, who here dares to sell Shaolin Kungfu, as if we Shaolin disciples don't exist!"

At this moment, the crowd was suddenly pushed away, and a tall, bald man walked over.

This person's face was full of flesh, and he looked extremely fierce.

The most important thing is that there are still six ring scars on his head, which made the people who originally wanted to scold him shut up hastily.

It is not necessarily Shaolin disciples who burn ring scars, but ordinary people still dare not provoke them.

Today, Shaolin Temple is still the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the world, and only Wudang and Mingjiao can barely compare with it.

Their disciples were so arrogant that no one dared to speak.

After this person came over, he went straight to the two exercises that Lin Mo put in front of him.

"If you dare to sell our Shaolin stuff, you thief should be killed. Today, master, I am in a good mood not to kill you, but I have to accept this exercise!"

The strong man pointed at Lin Mo and cursed twice, then reached out and grabbed the exercises on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the people next to them all looked like they were watching a show.

They also wanted to see what kind of abilities this guy who was all in black had.

If this guy can't cope and is robbed of his skills, it means that what he is selling is not a good thing.

But even if he can handle it, he will definitely get into trouble.

If this guy is really a Shaolin disciple, he can report this matter to Shaolin Temple.

Even though Jiang City is far away from Songnan Buddhist Domain, the influence of Shaolin Temple can still reach here.

With the strength of Shaolin Temple, it couldn't be easier to kill an ordinary expert from a distance.

Just when the man's hand was about to touch Lin Mo's exercises, Lin Mo finally reached out and grabbed him.

"Stinky boy, are you looking for death!"

When the big man saw that Lin Mo's hands were still so tender, he knew that he must be a young man.

This made the big man more confident.

Generally speaking, those with high martial arts skills are middle-aged fighters, and this kind of young brat can't be dealt with easily.

He reached out to wave Lin Mo's hand away.

Click!

However, at this moment, Lin Mo squeezed his wrist slightly with a little force.

"Ahhh!"

The big man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and fell back to his seat.

He is a warrior at the peak of Qi Condensation Realm, his bones are much harder than steel.

But now, this person was smashed to pieces with just a quick pinch.

The big man looked at Lin Mo now with fear in his eyes.

"Killed, someone wants to kill!"

Although the big man was a little afraid of Lin Mo's strength, he was used to being arrogant, so naturally he couldn't swallow his anger.

He hastily shouted loudly.

Hearing his words, the people next to him hurriedly took a few steps back.

The people who come here are still very afraid of the deterrent power of the sects behind the night street, and they don't want to be involved in the crime of fighting in the night street.

Not long after, a group of security disciples ran over.

"Everyone, this kid wants to kill me, and he has already violated your rules, so why don't you kill him!"

As soon as the big man saw the group of security disciples, he hurried over, pointed at Lin Mo and shouted.

These disciples looked at his miserable appearance and walked towards Lin Mo without asking any more questions.

"Don't you know that it's against the rules to fight in the night street!"

Several disciples dare not do anything casually, but they have already surrounded Lin Mo.

"Opening the hand of a person who wants to steal the exercises is considered a move!"

Lin Mo asked calmly.

Hearing his words, a group of people looked at each other.

In fact, in this black market, occasional hands-on friction is quite normal.

If Lin Mo is really just as he said, it really doesn't count.

"His hands are broken, but his nature is different. You should go with us!"