On the strange box, a plant is carved into it.

The withered branches, round leaves, with fine patterns, shimmering with a faint light, are not any plants known to Yang Lin and others.

Shake it, shake it, and there was no sound coming from inside.

The shape is obviously a box, but there are no seams on the outside, and there are no objects on the inside, so I really don't know what it is used for, what kind of object it is.

"Let's go, this road sign says that there is a small town ten miles away, let's rest first. ”

Yang Lin accepted this strange box, but he always felt in his heart that this thing might hide some big secret.

Moreover, behind the woman in white, there seemed to be three boxes of the same size.

The burden, black in color, was quite old, and it did not fit in with the woman's dress.

Moreover, looking back now, the woman always turned back all the way, as if the corner of her eye was on top of this burden.

There must be something wrong with this baggage, plus more than a dozen riders in hot pursuit.

Yang Lin was almost certain that these four boxes must be one of the focal points of contention between the two sides.

"I just picked up a box on the tree, and it has nothing to do with anyone!"

Of course, this is what Yang Lin said in his heart.

......

Ten miles away, soon arrived.

[Erwu Town], a strange name.

Although it is a small town, it is several times larger than Zhiping Demon Town, after all, it is a town on the edge of a big city, and it is naturally not the same as a remote place.

Observing all the way, Yang Lin was sure that the woman and the others had all entered this town.

It's just that the town is full of bluestone roads, and the roads extend in all directions, and it is difficult to find traces.

A group of nine people found an inn at random, called [Yuelaiju].

The people here like to name the inn after the word "residence", taking its meaning of "coming to peace", and also the meaning of "being at home".

At this time, it is the time for thousands of lights to dine and relax.

In the lobby, there are more than 20 tables, but they are full, the aroma of hot meals, mixed with the strong aroma of wine, the noise of five and six drinks, or high talk, or whispering, full of popularity.

As soon as you enter it, you will be appetizing and relaxed, and it is really a very infectious dining atmosphere.

Ximen Qing frowned secretly, obviously not used to such a hustle and bustle.

Yang Lin and the others, but they were overjoyed, they came from a humble background, grew up in the mountains, when have they seen such a pomp.

"Little Er, ten catties of stewed beef, nine jars of old yellow sprinkles!"

"A big table of fine dishes!"

Di Jiu finally had the opportunity to learn from the master of the martial arts family and be chic.

It's just that this kind of heroic aura suddenly made the entire lobby quiet, and everyone turned their heads around.

"Look at what! Lao Tzu orders food, it's about your birds!"

Di Jiu blushed, feeling quite embarrassed in his heart, and stood up suddenly, staring at him with big eyes, looking around, like King Kong angry.

See here.

Most of them laughed and went on with their own dining.

But there are always people who feel that they have lost face and can't bear this breath, so they ridicule each other.

"Cut! Where do you get the dirt buns here, and you're not slow to even follow the rules!"

"That's right! This is not a bandit from somewhere, it is really full of gangsters, hehe!"

"That's it, this group of people is not easy to mess with, let's say a few words! Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!"

Some people are just looking for face in words, but others are looking for inside in their fists and feet.

"Boy, get out of here!"

A black-faced man, covered in tattoos, with a big dog chain around his neck, and dense beads of various colors around his wrists.

On the four tables around, there were all ruffian-like young people, and at this time, Huo Ran picked up his sword, fork, sword and axe, and turned to look at Yang Lin and the others.

It turned out to be forty or fifty ruffians.

"Huh!

Di Jiu's martial arts cultivation is in the middle of the pranayama realm, and he has grown up in the family of heroes in the green forest since he was a child, and his courage is also very great.

For such gangsters, I have seen a lot, and I don't pay attention to it at all.

Yang Lin saw that forty or fifty people, crazy attack thoughts, were surging towards him.

It's a bunch of vicious people.

It's just that he agrees with Holmium Jiu's opinion, this is a group of spicy chickens in society, who will only harm their neighbors on weekdays, bullying the soft and fearing the hard.

"Xiao Er, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and get the wine!"

Yang Lin rushed to Xiao Er, who was trembling with fright, and waved his hand, but his stomach was already growling.

"Yes...... Be...... It's ......"

Xiao Er, whose tongue was knotted, stood in place, but his legs couldn't move.

"Haha! Do you want to eat and drink! Break their legs!"

The black-faced tattooed man laughed loudly, his arrogance was unstoppable, but he was extremely powerful when he waved his hand.

Like mad dogs, more than 40 people, pushing the table, kicking the bench, copying the guys, pounced on Yang Lin and the nine.

What they are best at doing is to fight in groups, especially when the boss is watching.

The first bastard, the most ferocious, held two pieces of bright axes, rotated left and right, and greeted Di Jiu.

Bang!

Di Jiu moved.

Holding the steel knife in his hand, before he could unsheath it, he had already chopped the bastard to the ground.

Two axes, one left and one right, slashed on the bastard's own legs, seeing the blood flowing, the sound of bone cracking was crisp, where is there a good one!

"Ah!! it hurts me to death......"

Falling to the ground, there was unbearable pain from the broken leg, and this was not the end, the bastards behind swarmed and stepped on him one after another, and it didn't take long for him to be silent.

These bastards seem to be fierce, but they are just martial artists in the Tempered Body Realm, and where are Di Jiu's opponents.

Yang Lin waved his hand.

Ximen Lie, Ximen Hua, Zhang Quan, Wang Gui, and the four of them shot at the same time.

Ximen Lie, smashed out with a fist, and the stainless steel fist gloves opened a hole in the head of a bastard.

Simonization, a palm out, powerful, a red palm print, appeared on a bareback bastard.

Zhang Quan made a stick, Wang Gui used a whip, cooperated left and right, struck back and forth, did everything he could, teased the yin, swept the crotch, and was a bastard, crying ghosts and wolves.

Pan Yu, who looked like a beautiful jade, saw that the five of them were fighting heartily, and as soon as the folding fan in his hand flipped over, he pointed at the bastards' waists.

"These bastards came at a good time. ”

Yang Lin sat on the main seat and smiled at Ximen Qing for a long time.

Ximen Qing: "Brother Yang is right. Di Jiu was born in a martial arts family, and Pan Yu was the sister of Pan Jinlian. I have always been at odds with the Simon family. After this battle, it will definitely be a lot more friendly. ”

Ximen Lie, Ximen Hua, Zhang Quan, and Wang Gui are also cultivators of the Pranayama Realm.

Zhang Wang and Wang are Ximen Qing's henchmen. And the two brothers of Simon are the people of Simon Ba.

Only Wang Liu, who cultivated only in the forging realm, or learned the crop style in the village, at this time with a look of envy, he lowered his head slightly.

"Wang Liu, you don't have to be presumptuous. We are here to cultivate immortals, not to cultivate immortal martial arts. The current martial arts cultivation doesn't mean anything!"

Speaking of which, Wang Liu is Yang Lin's descendant, and as Wang Zhe's brother, he has already tied his life to Yang Lin's chariot.

After being comforted by Yang Lin, Wang Liu's eyes rose with longing, and he secretly clenched his fists.

"Big, big, big brother, spare your life, spare your life!"

The black-faced tattooed man, crawling on the ground, is like a pile of fat meat, where is there still the previous arrogance.

He never expected that forty or fifty people on his side would all lie on the ground so quickly.

This time, it hit the iron plate.

Seeing the five killing gods, they ignored their begging for mercy, approaching step by step, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

The black-faced tattooed man, who quickly rolled his eyes, had a strong desire to survive, gritted his teeth, and said loudly:

"Don't look at the face of the monk, look at the face of the Buddha! For the sake of my cousin, please raise your noble hand!"

"My cousin [Dong Banchuan] is the personal inheritance of the martial arts hall of Qiming Academy!"