Lin Jianqiu didn't know martial arts, so he naturally didn't know that although the master of Yun in front of him was only two years older than him, and he was only twenty-three or four, he could use his internal strength and the unique secret skills handed down by Old Man Yun's ancestors, and he only needed one glance to know that he didn't have half of his internal strength.

And the voice that just said this, as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was said by someone who had no internal strength.

Excluding those who went to the banquet, there were only seven or eight small people who did not know how to do internal skills, and among these people, excluding a few old, young, and female, there were only two or three young people who matched their voices.

Who is the head of Yunda, in charge of two or three thousand large and small slaves in Yunfu, two or three thousand warriors, tens of thousands of gang disciples, and countless other small gangs and small factions, such a person, to find out who said this just now among these young people, this ability to distinguish is still very easy for him.

The middle-aged man holding the bone flute pointed at him, and the master of Yunda became more and more sure that the person in front of him, wearing coarse cloth clothes, ordering some dishes, and a pot of wine, was the young man who had just spoken wildly.

The heroine slipped away, which was a good thing for Lin Jianqiu.

Lin Jianqiu was not in a hurry, arched his hand and said: "In the next Xiaomin, it's just a small chat, what kind of Shigong?" ”

Anyway, there are a lot of people with the surname Yun in the world, and Yunfu is not just his family, and in the last chat he heard, he didn't say Shi Gong, only said that he would pry you away and get the beauty back.

"You're just ......"

"I'm talking about Yunfu in Huacheng, the one that does the Wenmo business, I also do the Wenmo business, and I just want to surpass the Yunfu."

Lin Jianqiu's face does not change and his heart does not beat, he has been a reporter for many years, if you still don't believe it, he can make up a long article for you on the spot, which is called a person who wants details and details, tidbits and tidbits, full characters, and ups and downs in the plot.

"You don't know what to do, you just know ......"

"Stand down." Yun Da Master stepped forward with a smile and glanced at the middle-aged man, who quickly shut up and retreated behind Yun Da Master with a bone flute.

"He's just a small citizen, and he's not talking about our Yunfu, besides, even if he talks about our Yunfu, it's not a big deal. Xiaomin, after drinking, bragging, and delusional, it is not surprising and there is no need to be angry. ”

Yun Da was a small person, his tone was slow and weekly, and his steps were even more magnificent, he walked in front of Lin Jianqiu, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a pleasant face: "Young man, don't be afraid." ”

Lin Jianqiu only felt that his shoulders sank, and a force poured out from the palm of Yun Da's master, and he only felt hot at the moment, and he didn't feel anything else.

Sure enough, there is no martial arts, Yun Da thought to himself.

"But he said ......" The middle-aged man still wanted to say something, but Yun Da glanced at him, and he immediately shut up.

"It's just the small people below, let's talk casually after eating, it's okay, you see you scared him." Yun Da beckoned to the shopkeeper and pointed to Lin Jianqiu's table: "Count my account." ”

"Yunda is really broad-minded!"

"It is said that the new head of Yunfu is Bo Yuntian, and when I see it today, it is really so."

"Yunfu has always been frank, and Yunda is really admirable."

For a while, everyone's admiration and flattery were everywhere, and it was very lively.

To be honest, this is the first time I have seen Yun Da Master, if it weren't for the relationship between the heroine, the impression was actually very good. Atmospheric, heroic, courageous, and has a good attitude towards the old and the small.

When Lin Jianqiu spoke, he was also tolerant and generous, did not use his power to oppress others, and was also broad-minded. In addition, he is burly and has an excellent demeanor, which makes him look like the head of a big house.

It seems that this family is quite right, and he looks like a talented woman.

But the performance of this Yun Da master always made Lin Jianqiu a little faintly uneasy, he subconsciously moved his shoulder, and there seemed to be no problem where Yun Da Master patted him on the shoulder.

The head of such a big mansion must not be in front of one set behind the other, right? Lin Jianqiu was a little careful, although the master of this table said that he would pay, but Lin Jianqiu still paid for it himself.

After eating and drinking, Lin Jianqiu remembered that he had to buy himself an extra set of pen and ink to take with him, plus he went out for a walk and loose food, so he went out, there are not many people in this town, it is not prosperous, but there are many small merchants and vendors on the two streets.

Turning a corner, there was a Wenmo shop not far away, and when he walked to the road, Lin Jianqiu felt that something was wrong, and he always felt as if someone was following him.

He turned his head to look behind him, and there were few pedestrians on the street, and no one was looking at him.

Strange, is it my delusion? Lin Jianqiu immediately turned around and changed his steps, planning to go back to the inn directly, not to go to the Wenmo shop.

After walking more than a dozen steps, he felt that something was wrong, and turned his head suddenly......

There was really no one following him.

It's weird, Lin Jianqiu rubbed his hands, trotted all the way, just ran to an alley, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and saw a burlap bag-like thing covering it all at once, and then he was instantly clicked on the acupoint, only to feel that the root of his tongue was numb, and he couldn't shout when he couldn't close his mouth, and he was covered by a burlap bag, and ran all the way.

The people of Yunfu?! This was Lin Jianqiu's first thought.

Although the Yun Mansion is huge, the Yun Mansion also said to his face that he would not mind, and even behaved very thoughtfully. But Lin Jianqiu always felt that something was wrong. He can't say that there is anything wrong, but his experience of interviewing high-end financial figures for four years tells him that this Yunda master seems to be hiding another mask.

How to put it, the performance is too perfect, too flawless.

After running for a while, Lin Jianqiu only felt that he had been thrown to the ground.

"Boy, this lesson tells you, don't mess with Yunfu in the future!" A sinister voice rang out.

"Don't talk to him about this, fight." A deep voice, impatient.

it! It turns out that he is really from Yunfu.

The big boss of such a big gang is really so unruly in front of him and behind his back? ! Although Lin Jianqiu had been mentally prepared, what he didn't know was that it was not only unscrupulous, but it was simply dirty.

As soon as the man's words fell, Lin Jianqiu only felt an indescribable tingling pain in his back and limbs.

It's really stinging, the sting of being pricked crazy by a needle.

it! Make no mistake! It's okay for the people of the dignified Yunfu to use such a means to carry away people and beat them violently, and they still learn from Mama Rong to prick crape myrtle, and prick it so filthy with a needle? !

Lin Jianqiu really didn't expect this.

You fucking slashed me, and I respect you as a hero. You were angry at the inn at the time, and I was broken into thousands of pieces, and I also convinced you that you were a big guy, who called me incapacitated, and I deserved to be beaten by you.

But now, you obviously said that it was okay at the inn, and you also knew that the other party had no martial arts, a grass people, you didn't come to fight directly face to face, you actually asked someone to fight secretly, and you were afraid that people would see it, and you actually pricked it with a needle?!

Lin Jianqiu knew that even if he told someone about this scene, no one would believe it.

No one would believe that the master of Yunda would do such a dirty hand to a person who does not know martial arts.

Lin Jianqiu didn't know how many times he was stabbed, but when he felt that his whole body was trembling with pain, those people stopped, and scolded a few words, but he couldn't hear clearly, he only felt that his ears were buzzing.

Crawling out of the sack in a daze, he saw an old man begging on the side of the road, looked at him with a frightened face, and cautiously looked at the end of the alley, and beckoned to Lin Jianqiu.

"Kid, they're gone, you run!" The old man said.

"I'm not running." Lin Jianqiu gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and tore open his clothes to take a look, only to see that his body was densely covered with red dots, and it turned out that after being pricked by needles, his muscles would subconsciously tremble and twitch vigorously.

The muscles of his limbs were twitching, making Lin Jianqiu look like a wounded beast.

"Run!" The old man shouted in a low voice again.

"I don't run. Whoever runs, who is the grandson, not only will I not run, I will definitely ......" The light in Lin Jianqiu's eyes was terrifying.