Since Yang Sanda returned with his people, Yang Lin's economic strength has soared, especially in textiles and mining deposits. With the addition of mechanical equipment www.biquge.info efficiency will be greatly improved, the whole person is like eating honey, beautiful, between the eyebrows, can not help but exude a little confidence, a domineering spirit lingers around, if you don't experience it carefully, it is difficult to perceive.

On this day, Yang Lin seemed to be in a very good mood, strolling on the street alone, leisurely, looking so carefree and free, exuding a sense of lightness. Suddenly, Yang Lin felt a weight on his shoulder, and someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Whether it is a soldier or a martial arts student, there is a habit, or a subconscious instinct, that is, their backs will not be easily exposed to the enemy, they are always on the defensive, and once they are disturbed by unknown attacks, they will make subconscious moves.

In the face of this situation, Yang Lin did not use over-the-shoulder throws like modern people, because in that case, he would only continue to expose his back to the other party, and he would still be at a disadvantage. In an instant, it was completely a soldier's defensive instinct, Yang Lin reacted immediately, his left hand into a palm, his right hand into a fist, a spin, and then a reverse sweeping leg, and the fist went straight in that direction.

The moment he turned around, he saw a man wearing a hat appear in front of him, and with Yang Lin's attack, the man with a hat jumped backwards, and then continued to fight with Yang Lin, constantly retreating.

For a while, in the interval of the fight, Yang Lin faintly felt that the opponent's skills were obviously above him, and his fists and feet were back and forth. It was just a moment, and Yang Lin knew that the other party had no malicious intent, and most of them were testing their skills.

Knowing this, he smiled secretly, Yang Lin did not stop, the offensive became more aggressive, but there was no hostility, but he still maintained vigilance. At this moment, Yang Lin had never had such a hearty feeling, and he tried his best to compete, to fight, to fight.

What guy doesn't have a bit of enthusiasm? What boy doesn't have a bit of martial spirit? It is the nature of men to be brave and ruthless. Otherwise, when the blood is lost, he will no longer be an iron-clad man. However, being brave and ruthless is not bullying the weak and fearing the hard, but a kind of pursuit of strength, constantly improving one's own strength.

At this moment, the fight between Yang Lin and the man in the hat is more accurate. When the two fought wantonly, the onlookers also watched with relish, without the initial panic, and kept a safe distance. Because, they also saw that although the two people in front of them were fighting fiercely, fists and fists, and dangerous moves, they did not have that kind of nervous atmosphere. Even so, the dangerous contest also made the onlookers nervous, and their hearts were raised to their throats, and they secretly didn't know how many handfuls of sweat they had?

Gradually, the rioted street quieted down, only the sound of the two of them punching and kicking, everyone was holding their breath and staring straight ahead, as if they were afraid of missing every wonderful moment of the fight.

Suddenly, it came to an abrupt end, Yang Lin and the man in the hat retracted their moves at the same time, stopped, looked at each other for a few seconds, laughed, and walked towards each other at the same time.

Ha ha...

The atmosphere of the two stopped abruptly, and changed instantly, making the onlookers confused, not understanding what was going on, and being a little stunned for a while, watching the two people who were indifferent getting closer and closer, walking without any vigilance.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that in just one year, your skills have improved so much~!" The man with the hat still didn't take it down, and said with a smile as he walked.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. However, you're still better than me~! Yang Lin said a little helplessly, but he meant something, and he was making a hint of inquiry.

In an instant, all the onlookers understood, and suddenly realized that these two people knew each other no better than those who practiced martial arts who often fought on the street. This fist and foot exchange is more like activating feelings.

"Good kung fu, the two of you are really good at it, do you still have to compete? It's really enjoyable to watch, that dazzling, wonderful~! ”

This was everyone's shouts and cheers, but Yang Lin smiled faintly and couldn't help but smile. Judging from the slightly shaky tulle of the hat, the man in the hat must have been the same, and he laughed at everyone's reaction.

The two walked closer, stopped for a while, and seemed to have a tacit understanding, the man in the hat walked in front slightly, Yang Lin was slightly behind, and the two went in one direction.

"Weirdos, what two weirdos, on the crowded street, suddenly fight, the fight is hearty and wanton, without scruples, but it stops abruptly, so that the people watching are still happy."

This is a common feeling of most people. looked at the two people who were scattered, and only shook their heads helplessly, no one stood in the way, and no one dared to stop them. Gradually, as the two left, the crowd of onlookers also dispersed, until the usual scene was restored, with people coming and going, and the noise continued.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and Yang Lin and the man in the hat came to an inn and entered an inconspicuous guest room. As soon as he sat down, before he could take a breath, Yang Lin couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Qi, why did you come to Guangzhou Mansion?" Didn't you go north and build a place like Fuhu Village? ”

However, the man in the hat did not answer immediately, but went to the hat, and a hideous and terrifying face was immediately revealed, and after a short period of thought, he said calmly: "Brother Yang, let's call me Zhang Lin, since you have changed your name, you should forget the name in the past." ”

Yes, this man with a hat is Qi Lin, who is alias Zhang Lin, one of the few surviving high-ranking members of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and it is also Yang Lin who saved the seriously injured beggar in Jinhua Mansion.

As if he had reacted, Yang Lin realized that he had lost his words, so he changed his words: "Brother Zhang, why are you here?" ”

For a moment, Zhang Lin fell into memories, and he couldn't see the slightest change in expression on his ruined face, but Yang Lin could feel the vicissitudes of life, and the words that followed were even more serious.

"Brother Yang, I don't know, there are many plains in the north, but there are not many decent deep mountains. Therefore, it is difficult to build a village like Fuhushan. Therefore, after leaving some people, I took the others to Sichuan, Shaanxi, Chu and other places, where the forests and mountains are high, which are very suitable for establishing a hidden place, which is very convenient for hiding. ”

Listening to Zhang Lin's narration, Yang Lin did not interject and interrupt, but nodded frequently, revealing a sudden expression. Seeing Zhang Lin's words, he couldn't help asking, "Then why are you here?" I remember before leaving, you didn't know I was coming to Guangzhou? ”

For a moment, Zhang Lin showed a bitter meaning, fleeting, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, I really didn't know that you were in Guangzhou Mansion. The reason why it happened just now was that I happened to meet it on the street, and it felt like you, so I stepped forward to test it, but I didn't expect it to be you~! ”

Without waiting for Yang Lin to react, he didn't have time to ask again, Zhang Lin turned to ask, "By the way, Brother Yang, why are you in Guangzhou City?" Listening to what you just meant, it looks like you've been here for a long time. (To be continued.) )