As soon as Lin Xin walked out of Cuiyun Xuan, he suddenly came to face an old man with silver hair and dressed like a beggar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary beggar, but this old man walks lightly, shuttling like a fish in the crowd, obviously walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Lin Xin, and it seems that he is about to collide with Lin Xin.

Lin Xin's reaction was not slow, he retreated slightly under the feet of the heavy dantian, and at the same time leaned back slightly, so he lightly passed by the old man by a fraction of a centimeter, and the old man's pace remained the same, but his pupils shrank slightly, and then after a pause, he disappeared at the end of the street after a while.

Lin Xin looked at the direction in which the old man had disappeared, his eyes contemplative.

Although this old man's martial arts are only half a step higher than his own, he has been able to return to the basics, and his movements are smooth, without dragging his feet at all.

And although the fight just now was only for a moment, if it weren't for Lin Xin's ingenious sense, he really wouldn't have noticed that the other party wanted to take the opportunity to take his money bag, but this old man's movements were extremely fast, and it was difficult to detect with the naked eye, but under Lin Xin's divine sense, everything became traceable, and it couldn't be clearer.

It's just that Lin Xin doesn't want to have more rights and wrongs, so he just takes a step back, as long as he doesn't provoke himself next time, he will turn a blind eye. Now Bianjing City can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, with heroes from all walks of life gathering, and I don't want to attract too much attention because of a momentary impulse, so it's better to choose a low-key one.

Lin Xin called a carriage back to the inn.

Sitting in the carriage, Lin Xin didn't pay attention to the little episode just now, but thought about what he should do next.

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Lin Xin returned to the inn and walked straight to the room. When passing downstairs, Xiao Er greeted him warmly, and Lin Xin casually ordered some food for Xiao'er to send into the room.

"After a day, the little girl has slept enough, and now she is probably a little hungry." Lin Xin thought about this as he pushed the door open.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a slight sound of breaking the air came, and when there was no room for it, Lin Xin's legs bent, and his feet were like springs, as if they were shooting backwards.

And just after doing this action, a sharp arrow flew out against Lin Xin's forehead, Lin Xin rolled a carp, stood up, and the qi and blood in his body surged, and immediately after, a long sword with cold light slashed down from top to bottom, which had the meaning of splitting Lin Xin in half.

Lin Xin's eyes flashed coldly, and under the operation of his true qi, his hands were clenched into fists, and the tendons were covered with tendons, as if there was a layer of white mangs wrapping, and he suddenly became like steel and iron bones, and he did not dodge or avoid the long sword that fell down.

With a "bang", the sound of Jin Ge's impact came, and the long sword seemed to be slashed on the stone. Lin Xin stood firmly under his feet, his right hand turned into a fist into a finger, and he connected the dots on the attacking person as fast as lightning, and then turned his finger into a fist, and a punch was blasted out, and the whole process was smooth.

The person on the opposite side only had time to put the long sword in front of him, but he was punched by Lin Xin, and under the shock, he withdrew three or four zhang away, and barely stopped with the support of an old man's left hand.

Then his face turned pale, his mouth was numb, his right hand holding the sword trembled faintly, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Lin Xin.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Xin's consciousness was released and the entire room was under his control.

There were three people in the house, one of them was about fifty or sixty years old, all with white hair, but his eyes were bright, and his whole body was full of vigor and blood, he was an old man with a horse's face, and the other two were young men of twenty-seven or eighteen, one dressed in black, and the other in white. The person who had just attacked Lin Xin was the man in black, and the man in white was holding Xiang'er, who still hadn't woken up.

Lin Xin's face sank, and then his body straightened, and the whole person suddenly "disappeared".

The horse-faced old man secretly said that it was not good, but he didn't have time to remind him, and the next moment the young man in white flashed his eyes, Lin Xin appeared in front of him out of thin air, grabbed Xiang'er's collar with lightning speed with his left hand, and punched forward with his right hand.

The horse-faced old man had to use his strength to catch the young man in white, but after catching the young man in white, he took a few steps back before he stabilized.

After the white-clothed young man was hit by Lin Xin, the qi and blood in his body tumbled, and he spit out two mouthfuls of blood before he stabilized.

Lin Xin held Xiang'er in his arms, swept his senses, and found that he was just asleep and had not suffered other injuries, so he was relieved.

Then he raised his head and stared at the three people opposite.

The horse-faced old man was in his heart, before coming, the spy said that the other party was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, and he didn't expect that his martial arts were surprisingly powerful, which made the original nine-ten-ten-sure thing become tricky.

Nowadays, if you are not careful, you may suffer a big loss. And looking at this momentum, it is estimated that the other party is at least the strength of the ninth order of the martial artist, with the strength of the eighth order of his martial artist, he is not very sure, and now the two disciples around him have also been seriously injured, and it is relatively easy for him to leave, and it is basically impossible to take the two seriously injured disciples and want to get out of the way, so I would not have taken this trouble so happily if I knew it. But now, it's hard to get through without doing one.

Lin Xin picked up a piece of cloth from the side of the horse-faced old man's thoughts, made it into a simple strap, and carried Xiang'er on his back.

At this time, the horse-faced old man didn't plan to continue to grind, and decided to strike first.

I saw a crackling sound of his bones, his clothes swelled up, and his face was even more weirdly gray, and the whole person looked extremely strange, and then a powerful momentum erupted on his body, which could faintly compete with Lin Xin.

So he made the first move, and the whole person rushed over like a leopard.

Lin Xin showed a hint of surprise on his face, if he didn't feel wrong just now, a thick evil aura erupted from the body of this horse-faced old man, generally only the iron-blooded soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have been killed countless times can experience such a thick evil qi, it seems that this horse-faced old man is really not simple.

However, Lin Xin didn't take it to heart, for Lin Xin now, he has cultivated the fire separation technique, plus his body has long been cleansed and his muscles are easy, the effects of these evil qi may be useful to others, but they are no longer useful to his current self, and although the momentum of this horse-faced old man can now faintly compete with himself, but it is only a temporary promotion using secret arts, and it is obviously not supported for long.

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