Obviously, Sikong Xuan knew each other, so he said first.

"Ah yes, this is Mr. Lin, it was Mr. Lin who killed Zuo Zi Mu to capture Jianhu Palace."

Stretched out his hand and pointed to Lin Lang and said, and at the same time retreated behind Lin Lang.

"Huh! Mei Jian, the head of the four swordsmen of the Tianshan Vulture Palace, Wu Xingyun, Mei Lan, Zhuju. The clothes of these people behind you are embroidered with the word Jun, it should be the Jun Tianbu of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions. Am I right? ”

Lin Lang looked at Sikong Xuan and smiled sarcastically, and Sikong Xuan, who laughed, shuddered. Then he looked at Mei Jian and said.

Cangchang!!

"Who are you? Is that what you can say? ”

Everyone in the Vulture Palace drew their swords and pointed at Lin Lang, Lin Lang had no doubt that if he didn't say why, these women would definitely not hesitate to make a move on Lin Lang.

However, Lin Lang had no intention of explaining at all.

"Why, isn't her Wu Xingyun's name for people to call her? Then it's better to call it Anonymous. Hehe, just let me try you, the head of the four swordsmen, first, and learn a few things about the Vulture Palace. ”

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth curled slightly, his hands trembled, and two curved blades appeared in his hands.

"Death to those who insult the Venerable~!"

Mei Jian said coldly and rushed forward with his sword, and the heavens behind him were not to be left behind, and they always maintained this formation. Surround Lin Lang in the middle.

"Yo, formation?"

Lin Lang's pupils contracted, and sharp claws grew into his hands. It is already the highest combat power to maintain a human form.

Lin Lang had a keen sense that Mei Jian was already an innate martial artist. If this is placed on the rivers and lakes, he will be the master of a faction, but in the Vulture Palace, he is only one of the four sword servants of Wu Xingyun.

And these people from the Juntian Department turned out to be at least the existence of the late day after tomorrow, although Lin Lang didn't know how strong Shaolin's force was. But what is certain is that the Vulture Palace alone is not inferior to Shaolin. Of course, the premise is that you don't count the mysterious sweeping monk.

But what is certain is that although the Daomen have not been born for a long time, most of the Taoist sects have closed the mountain, but the power in them is not inferior to the Buddhism.

Attack!

Mei Jian gave an order, and everyone in the Vulture Palace moved one after another to attack Lin Lang. There is a peculiar rhythm in the attack.

Lin Lang held the Sky Wolf Blade and resisted it with all his might. As time passed, Lin Lang felt like he was in a swamp, struggling.

"Is this the formation?"

Lin Lang sighed that in the past, Lin Lang had always been disdainful of the formation of the martial arts world, thinking that it was just a means of group fighting, relying on the large number of people and tacit cooperation.

Now that he is really surrounded by the formation, he knows that he is blind.

Thinking about it, the Ling Bo microstep that I have learned now is all evolved by Zhou Yi, and has the ability to enter and exit the army like nothing, what is impossible about a formation?

Since it's a formation, then......

Lin Lang walked quickly under his feet, but at any time, a charm similar to the sword formation of the people in the Vulture Palace emerged on his body. Originally, Lin Lang needed to raise his sword to block in order to hold on, but now he couldn't touch Lin Lang at all.

"This, is Ling Bo Weibu?"

Mei Jian saw Lin Lang in the sword formation, and said in surprise as if the sword formation was nothing.

This is the mystery of their Tianshan Vulture Palace, and only Grandma Tong has learned it. It is difficult for this person to be able to Ling Bo Weibu and has something to do with Grandma Tong.

"Stop!"

Mei Jian immediately ordered. Then he looked at Lin Lang and asked.

"Who are you, and why did you make my Vulture Palace Ling Bo Weibu."

"Haha, when did Ling Bo Weibu establish the Vulture Palace? How did I not know? You said that Ling Bo Weibu is the martial arts of the Vulture Palace, so are you trying this? ”

Lin Lang laughed loudly, and then the footwork under his feet was linked.

rushed to Mei Jian's side in the blink of an eye, and in his surprised eyes, one palm was on the other party's fragrant shoulder. The strong suction force passed through Lin Lang's palm into the body of the Mo Mei Sword, and finally penetrated deep into the dantian.

Mei Jianchong was frightened and turned into horror, the most heavenly child's personal swordsman, how could he not know this power-absorbing Northern Spiritual Skill. But even if he knew that the other party was performing the Northern Spiritual Skill, there was no chance to ask.

The Northern Spiritual Skill was already working, and she couldn't move at all, let alone open her mouth to speak. I could only watch as the true qi of a body of assiticism was absorbed by the other party.

As Lin Lang continued to absorb the power fluctuations on Mei Jian's body, the congenital, acquired peak, late acquired, mid-stage, and finally at the early stage Lin Lang could be regarded as a stop.

Because if you inhale it, you will even absorb the innate qi that the opponent has acquired after the innate anti-congenital, and at that time, the opponent's martial arts path will be completely cut off. Lin Lang just wanted to experiment with the effect of the Northern Spiritual Skill, so that he would not have a mortal enmity with the Vulture Palace.

However, it can't be compared to the Northern Spiritual Skill that it said, it is indeed magical, and it can even be said to be an evil skill. While absorbing Mei Jian's internal strength, Lin Lang felt a pleasure that he had never experienced before. Which feeling is even more exciting than the love between men and women, and even makes Lin Lang have a feeling of being unstoppable, if it weren't for Lin Lang's will to be baptized by many systematic transmission of information, it can still be regarded as firm, Mei Jian would have been completely reduced to a waste person now.

"Northern Spiritual Skill! You, you're a freelance heir! ”

Mei Jian's body softened and fell backwards, and the Jun Tianbu who came with her behind her supported her, and said weakly.

"Oh, you still know about the Loose Pie?"

Lin Lang means that Wu Xingyun, the child of Tianshan Mountain, has never said anything about the Freedom Sect to the people of the Vulture Palace, because in Wu Xingyun's eyes, the people of the Vulture Palace are just maids and slaves.

"The Four Swordsmen and I naturally know some secrets that others don't know, and the Northern Spiritual Skill you use is the same as the Tong Ma's martial arts, and it can only be practiced by the head of the Carefree Sect. If I had known this would have done so, I wouldn't have done anything to you. ”

Mei Jian said aggrievedly.

You said that since you are a descendant of the Loose Sect, why don't you say it? You have to absorb my internal strength.

The more Mei Jian felt aggrieved, and couldn't help but tears falling down.

"Uh, haven't I never used it before, are you going to try it?"

Lin Lang grinned.

"You, you bastard! Woo woo ~ my internal strength of twenty years of penance! ”

Hearing Lin Lang's words, Mei Jian couldn't hold back anymore and cried out. If she wants to scold people but doesn't know how to scold, Mei Jian, who has lived in the Tianshan Vulture Palace since she was a child, even if she goes down the mountain, she will go to the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands to inspect, where does anyone dare to be disrespectful to her.

"Okay, don't cry, it's annoying, I'll suck you dry completely when you're crying!"

Lin Lang was annoyed by Mei Jian's crying, she looked like a strong woman before, how could she cry like a little girl who had not been deeply involved in the world.

"You're here for the immeasurable jade of this Sword Lake Palace, right? I know what's going on with this jade. ”

Lin Lang said with his forehead raised. He was really annoyed by this Mei Jian's crying.