After a while, Yang Bai's handsome face became a panda head. With-Dream- . lā

Each eye has a fist-sized dark circle, his face is simply swollen into a pig's head, his nose is collapsed, and his nose is bleeding wildly, and this time he may have been beaten so much that he didn't even know his mother.

The angry woman kept standing there watching Yang Bai being beaten by fat, but she didn't dare to do it.

Nonsense, a mid-level master next to him stared, how could he dare to go up and help?

In the end, Lin Hao kicked Yang Bai directly for more than ten meters, and Yang Bai's body swept through the air, fell to the ground fiercely, splashed a layer of ash, and then rolled on the ground for a few laps before stopping.

The people around were stunned.

This, this guy is too bold, he even openly provoked the rules of Wuzhen, or in front of many people here?

"This kid is finished, and the Wuzhen management team won't let him go. ”

"Which sect is this? Such a, he has done something that many top sect disciples dare not do!"

"Che, it is estimated that it is the disciples of some inferior sects, or those secular loose cultivators, who don't even know the rules of Wuzhen. ”

……

Lin Hao didn't care about the ridicule of those around him at all.

What kind of management team, that's not a problem, my dad is Li Gang... Oh no, the backstage on my face is the master of Nanshan in the Megatron Warrior Realm, so I don't believe in anyone who dares to move without long eyes.

The so-called wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a brocade at night.

If you don't have the strength to pretend to be forked, isn't it just like walking at night in brocade?

"Senior brother, it's them!"

At this time, the junior sister finally brought the rescuers.

The man was a man in his thirties, with long hair tied with a hair crown, wearing a black silk robe and holding a folding fan in his hand, as if he were an ancient scholar.

Although he is a man in his thirties, he has oily hair and powdery face, and his movements are extremely coquettish, and he thinks he is a white-faced student.

"The scholar of the Yin-Yang Gate, I didn't expect him to come?"

"He may be the senior brother among the second-generation disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect, his strength is a few grades higher than Yang Bai, I heard that at the age of thirty-five, he is already in the middle of the earth-level level, with this talent, he will be a heaven-level powerhouse in the future, right?"

"I heard that in the entire Yin-Yang Sect, except for the disciples of the new generation, that is, Yi Shangyang, the young master, there is no disciple Tianfa who can compete with him. ”

Ground-level powerhouses are rare resources in the entire martial arts world, and the number is very small, each of them is a high-end power of the sect, and they are usually in Qing cultivation, even in Wuzhen, there is rarely a chance to see ground-level martial artists.

For these low-level martial artists, the earth level, or even the heaven level, is an unattainable dream.

The scholar shook the folding fan, like a handsome boy, enjoying the praise of everyone, with one hand, but he hugged the bewitching and sexy junior sister beside him, and looked indifferently at the two people pointed by the junior sister.

"Senior brother!"

A dusty hand suddenly grabbed the skirt of the scholar's silk robe, and the scholar looked sideways when he heard this.

The person in front of him had messy hair, clothes, and a lot of dust on his hands, and his face was swollen like a pig's head, which looked strange and scary at first glance.

"Holy!"

Seeing that there was suddenly a black palm print on his clean silk robe, and that face was too terrifying, the scholar didn't react for a while, and subconsciously kicked it over.

Yang Bai flew out again.

"Ah, Senior Brother, he, he's Senior Brother Yang Bai!"

The junior sister hurriedly shouted.

"Huh?"

The scholar glanced carefully at Yang Bai lying on the ground again, although he became a pig's head, he could still see a little familiar outline from that face, and he felt the familiar breath in his body, and he was indeed the junior brother Yang Bai.

"Cough, Senior Sister Yu, you go and help Senior Brother Yang up. ”

The scholar coughed awkwardly and ordered the woman who was standing next to him who was frightened by Chen Bing.

"Yes, Senior Brother. ”

Senior Sister Yu glanced at Chen Bing with palpitations, and then walked over tremblingly and helped Yang Bai up.

At this time, Yang Bai was already unconscious.

"Stomp, stomp..."

Orderly and loud footsteps abruptly from abrupt distance.

The management team of Wuzhen is directly under the jurisdiction of Lijian, but the members of the management team are disciples of the major sects, which is also to make Wuzhen in the martial arts world not become a martial town of Lijian's organization.

After a short while, a team dressed in modern uniforms appeared in front of everyone, and the onlookers automatically gave way for the people in charge of the team to pass.

The leader was a middle-aged man, and the strong aura on his body told the people around him that this was a strong man in the late stage of the earth.

"Who dares to make trouble in Wuzhen?!"

The middle-aged man shocked everyone present with a deep voice, and the surroundings suddenly became silent.

"It turned out to be Lord Flying Tiger. ”

Even the scholar had to bow his hand to the man and said respectfully.

Flying Tiger is the code name of the middle-aged man, and it is also the name of his life.

This name means that he is the man of the sword.

Many of the existing backbones of the sword have been cultivated since childhood, and these people have been formulated with their own code names since they were young, and they will serve the sword for life.

"Oh, it's you. ”

Feihu and the scholar were obviously old acquaintances, and he glanced at Yang Bai, who was helped up by Senior Sister Yu, "This person is your junior brother Yang Bai, right?

"Lord Flying Tiger, don't get me wrong, I won't do anything to harm my fellow junior brothers, and there are other people who do it to my junior brother. ”

How could the scholar stand such a big hat, and hurriedly said.

"Isn't that you? I saw it all. Flying Tiger said.

The scholar's kick just now happened to fall in the eye of the flying tiger, and he preconceived that it was the scholar who attacked his junior brother.

"That's right, this lord, it's all their hands, Senior Brother didn't do anything to Senior Brother Yang. Senior Sister Yu pointed at Lin Tianran and Chen Bing.

The flying tiger followed the point and looked over.

The next moment, his face changed.

Nowadays, no one in the middle and high-level of the sword has ever seen this familiar face, although Feihu has only seen it in the photo, but he is sure that he will never admit it, especially Chen Bing, who is also a sword, is also by his side.

Chen Bing is just a Xuan Rank, and his talent is not at the top, but no matter who the Sword is, she has to give her three points of thin noodles, after all, Chen Bing is the closest person among the Sword and that disciple.

Lin Hao is the only disciple of the legendary Lord of Nanshan, and it is said that this Wuzhen auction, his master also came, and he was a real immortal-like figure.

"You are... Lord Lin Hao, right?"

Feihu stepped forward respectfully, but bowed to a man who looked to be only twenty years old, and everyone present was stunned.