Chapter 133: A Song of Liver and Sausage

Yang Yi was desperately sharpening his sword in the corner, and the sweat fell on the sword, making a crisp sound.

Whenever he was about to lose his bearings, the sound of the piano sounded, and the wisp of true qi in his body traveled through his body under the stimulation of the sound of the piano, quickly relieving his fatigue.

Every time the true qi runs, it expands by one point, which makes Yang Yi very excited, and at the same time, he admires Lin Che even more in his heart, Mr. must be the most amazing kind of master!

Suddenly, the piano stopped, Lin Che looked out the door, and said with a slight smile: "Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

Yang Yi was startled, and hurriedly ran to Lin Che's side and handed the sword to Lin Che.

"Not necessarily. ”

Lin Che asked him to take it first.

"A bunch of cats and dogs, not worthy of my sword. ”

As soon as Lin Che's words fell, a cold snort sounded outside.

"Little white face, who do you say is a cat and a dog?"

A figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard, with a fat head and big ears, but the body was extremely flexible, and there were many afterimages when he stepped out, which was dazzling.

The man held a purple gold iron rod and smashed it down, and the ground trembled.

Rumble!

The gate was breached, and a large man broke in, armed with a heavy hammer and armor, like a heavily armed chariot.

Then one figure after another came in, each holding a blade and looking at Lin Che with unscrupulous eyes.

"You are the jade-faced Langjun Xiao Yan, and you killed the Shenjiang swordsman?"

Lin Che didn't answer, and still played the piano slowly.

"Straight lady thief, Lao Tzu annoys you with such a little white face, I'll play your uncle!"

"Hand over the cheats, you don't want to swallow the magic alone!"

"I see that you look quite white and tender, I don't know how much it is worth to sell it in the kiln as a rabbit?"

......

Countless foul words sounded in the originally quiet courtyard, Yang Yi was a little scared, these people looked so vicious, they seemed to be masters, I don't know if Mr. can beat so many people?

"Alas!"

Lin Che sighed lightly and said, "I thought I could draw out a few big fish, but I didn't want to come to these wastes, just since I came, don't go." ”

Boom!

The sound of the piano suddenly became high-pitched and loud, like thunder and lightning roaring, and the rainstorm fell, and the invisible sound of the piano turned into swords and axes, slashing at everyone.

Eight Ways of Magic Sound!

This is a sound skill, the Demon Suppression Cave once held a prisoner who called himself the Qin Demon, this Demon Sound Eight Style was passed on to Lin Che, but Lin Che rarely used it, and now he has changed his identity, and the iconic martial arts that used to be used can't be used, just use this Demon Sound Eight Style to try his hand.

Under the sound of the piano, more than a dozen martial arts masters let out a miserable scream, pierced by an invisible sword, although they couldn't die for a while, but they were sluggish, spitting blood from their mouths, and they had already suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Only a handful of them can barely stand under the sound of the piano.

"Quick...... Block up your ears!"

Some people tore off their sleeves and plugged their ears, while others crossed their knees to resist the sound of the piano with internal force.

Clang!

The sound of the piano is getting higher and higher-pitched, like the sound of a phoenix in the sky, and the true qi is hidden in the rhythm, entering the body through the human ear, and vibrating the internal organs.

"Poof!"

Even if the ears are blocked, there are still people who can't resist the magic sound, and they spit out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies are knocked away by the sound of the piano, and they fall to the ground unconscious.

The big guy who broke into the door very violently at the beginning obviously couldn't hold on, his external strength was almost at the peak, his body was as tough as iron, but his internal strength cultivation was still shallow, and his five organs were fragile.

The nimble fat man's internal strength cultivation is not low, and when he sees this, he gritted his teeth and was about to flee with a big man.

"Humph!"

Lin Che snorted coldly, the fat man's body shook like a lightning strike, and then vomited blood, almost fell to the ground, he connected a few big holes on his body, it seemed to be a way to stimulate potential, an apology flashed in his eyes, he glanced at the big man who was dying, and fled alone.

The fat man's cultivation was profound, coupled with the successful escape of abandoning his companions, but the others were not so lucky, and it was almost difficult to move under Lin Che's heavenly demon sound, so they could only reluctantly meditate and resist.

After a few moments, the sound stopped.

Heaven and earth seemed to be silent all of a sudden, and no one spoke.

Yang Yi looked at the scene in front of him blankly, dozens of martial arts masters who he could only look up to before were lying in a pool of blood at this time, Mr. didn't do anything, just played a piece of the piano, and defeated countless masters without moving.

Mr...... Who the hell is it?

A hint of envy flashed in Yang Yi's eyes, if only he could have such martial arts.

"Xiao Yi, these people have been stunned by me, they have no power to resist at this time, they are all greedy for the sword technique, there may be these people among the people who killed your father back then, now the sword is in your hands, whether you want revenge or not, it's up to you to decide." ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at the iron sword in his hand, let me decide for myself?

He stepped forward, looked at a strong man in an unconscious state, and raised his iron sword.

It was because of these people that my father would be seriously injured and die, and my mother would often take me to move, and in the end, I was even ......

Thinking of his mother's dead eyes, Yang Yi's eyes were red, and hatred filled his heart.

I'm going to kill them!

Lin Che watched quietly, without the slightest sign of interfering.

His disciple Lin Che can be full of hatred, but he can't become a slave driven by hatred, whether Yang Yi can become a disciple he recognizes depends on his own performance.

Yang Yi was only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, he should still be playing carefree at this age, but now he raised his iron sword tremblingly, his face full of hideousness.

The blade of the sword rests on the strong man's neck.

Yang Yi closed his eyes and bit his tongue, he hated his hands, he didn't dare to kill people even though the enemy was in front of him.

For a long time, just when Lin Che thought that he didn't dare to kill after all, he suddenly roared, with a trace of crazy killing intent.

"You all deserve to die!"

He cut the strong man's neck, because his strength was too small, only a little bit of skin, and he slashed back and forth, until the flesh was blurred, and the strong man was too dead to die.

He walked up to the second man, and when he raised his iron sword again, his hands no longer trembled.

A full thirty-two martial arts masters, except for the big man who cultivated external skills, the others were all slashed and killed by Yang Yi one by one, the iron sword was stained with blood and minced meat, and there was no trace of struggle on his face, but a little more pleasure of revenge, and his eyes seemed to bloom with a wolf-like light.

He couldn't cut that big guy, and the iron sword cut on the big man's neck not only had no wound, but instead broke the iron sword out, which also made Yang Yi extremely shocked, this kind of master fell under Mr.'s piano, how high is Mr.'s martial arts?

Suddenly, the knife that haunted him came to his heart, if I could have this knife, would I be able to beat Mr.

He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.

After killing these masters who fell to the ground and didn't wake up, Yang Yi was also out of breath, and he ran to Lin Che with some excitement, his immature face was still stained with blood.

Lin Che glanced at him deeply, then let out a long sigh and said, "Let me ask you, is the revenge over?"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and didn't have time to think: "Of course not, sir, I understand, it is not only this small group of people who forced my father and mother to death, but the entire hypocritical martial arts righteous path, these people are all famous characters, but for the sake of a secret book, I killed my father and mother, and when I am as powerful as Mr. in the future, I must kill all these sanctimonious people!"

Looking at his murderous appearance, Lin Che suddenly regretted it in his heart, he originally wanted to take this opportunity to see if Yang Yi would be controlled by hatred, but now it seems that his hopes are too high.

"Go wash and change your clothes. ”

"Yes!"

Yang Yi replied excitedly, unaware that he had missed a precious opportunity.

When passing by Lin Che's bedroom, he couldn't help but look at the knife hanging on the wall, and his heart was on fire......