Today is the day when Lin Sen and Fu Biao agreed to 'learn martial arts', when he took Wei Li down the mountain, Wei's mother asked Nie Xiaoqian again for help, and unsurprisingly got a refusal answer, so she could only stand in Biluo Pavilion with great worry and watch them leave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is no way, Wei Mu is completely unthinkable.

Although the body of the yin soul is born with an ability, it is born to be able to transform between the virtual and the real, and do things that ordinary people can't do such as being invisible through the wall, but its own strength is not large, for example, Wei Mu is now showing up to fight people, and its strength level is similar to that before his death, and he can't win a fight with any disciple of Fuhumen, at most he can rely on his ability to do it without suffering.

Of course, it's not that the Yin Soul can only be like this, just like the human cultivation of martial arts, as long as the Yin Soul does not stop cultivating, it can also gain a lot of power, such as Nie Xiaoqian, she can cast some powerful magical spells, if you really want to count it, its grade is much higher than Lin Sen, otherwise Wei Mu would not have begged her several times.

However, there are system restrictions now, Nie Xiaoqian is not a member of Tongtian Sect, some help can be given, and it is impossible to work hard in person, so she can only comfort: "Sister, don't worry, although Wei Li is young, the sect master is sure that he will not suffer." ”

Wei's mother was helpless, so she could only think like this.

However, at this point, Nie Xiaoqian thought badly: she speculated about Lin Sen based on what she had seen and learned about Tongtian Sect, and felt that the sect master was quite unfathomable, but in fact, she had added some of the power of the system to Lin Sen's body, resulting in an overestimate, in fact, Lin Sen himself did not have much grasp of this battle.

"That Fu Biao Sect Master is a nine-rank martial artist, and his own cultivation is higher than mine, if he uses that martial art Fuhu Mudra again, its power will definitely be much higher than that of Zhou Yue, even if I use the Dragon Horn Ring again, most of the arms will not be wanted-it's not easy to deal with!"

This is Lin Sen's own rational judgment, and from this conclusion, he should retreat from this old master of the Fu family.

But there are some things that cannot be decided by reason alone.

"His disciples beat my apprentice like this, and also dug up Mrs. Wei's grave and cremated him, how can this kind of great enmity be invisible? Not to mention that in the end, he took the initiative to invite a discussion-hehe, isn't it just looking for a venue, I'm afraid you won't succeed? If you don't even dare to respond to this, Tongtian Sect will not mention the first sect in the world, and honestly nest in the ravine and gnaw on roast chickens for a lifetime!"

The more Lin Sen thought about it, the more transparent he became, his feet continued to speed up, and even Wei Li behind him increased his speed, and he quickly went down the mountain into Baishui County and went straight to Fuhumen.

Just like the last time I came, Fuhu Hutong was also crowded at this time, blocking almost the entire intersection - obviously, just like Fu Quan did that time, Fuhumen once again informed the entire Baishui County about this 'martial arts competition'.

Seeing Lin Sen and Wei Li coming, people quickly and spontaneously gave way for the two of them to go straight to the front of Fuhumen. I saw that the door of Fuhu Gate was open, and twenty disciples were divided into two rows outside the door, the leaders were Zhou Yue and Liu Ping, and there were two chairs in front of the door, among which sat an old man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and recuperated, and next to him sat Fu Xiaoxiao Master Fu Quan.

Lin Sen understood at a glance: This is Fu Biao waiting here with someone!

Seeing Lin Sen and Wei Li, Fu Quan's face was full of resentment, and he leaned sideways and whispered a few words in Fu Biao's ear, and the old master of Fu opened his eyes and looked over.

"Sect Master Lin is really a believer. He stroked his beard, and his words were slow and heavy: "The old man was still worried that Sect Master Lin was still young and didn't know why, so he wouldn't miss the appointment." ”

Lin Sen saw this rumored old master of Fu for the first time, and his appearance and momentum were indeed good, at least he had a sense of high morality, but after he opened his mouth, he was full of gloom.

He sneered in his heart, and replied loudly: "Where, although I am not as virtuous as the master of the Fu Sect, I can teach the heirs who are broken and scattered, and I also know that as long as I am upright and upright, I will naturally be fearless. ”

Fuhu Hutong was quiet, and the voice naturally filled everyone's ears, and people were reminded of what they had seen and heard a few days ago, and they immediately looked at the disciples of Fuhumen with the same hatred.

Fu Biao's eyelids jumped, his eyes stared over, and Lin Sen smiled and looked at him without flinching.

After a while, he slapped his chair with his right hand and stood up, and said as he walked forward: "It seems that Sect Master Lin is going to reason with the old man first. Anyway, after all, the disciples are at fault first, so the old man will talk to you first. ”

Lin Sen sneered and said nothing, to see what the old man could say.

But seeing Fu Biao in a blink of an eye, his expression was sincere, and his words were earnest: "This is the little brother of the Wei family, and he is indeed a dignified benevolent and filial son." The old man is willing to take you under his disciple and teach you as a disciple, are you willing?"

As we all know, Fu Biao only has two disciples who have entered the room, namely Zhou Yue and Liu Ping, and the rest are all registered disciples accepted after the establishment of Fuhumen. Even if Wei Li originally offered his family home, at most he would become a registered disciple, which was far from the same.

But at this moment, how could Wei Li listen to his good words, he looked at Fu Biao angrily, opened his mouth and snorted, and his disdain was unreserved.

Fu Biao didn't care much, he just sighed and said: "The old man knows that you have been wronged, this is our fault, Fuhumen can't stand you, and you won't make amends to Brother Wei!"

Fu Biao shouted angrily, and a disciple picked up Fu Quan, who was sitting on the chair, and asked him to give up his hand and say, 'I'm sorry'.

However, although it was to make amends, Fu Quan's actions didn't mean this at all, not only did he say this like a mosquito, but the resentment on his face was even stronger, as if he was going to choose someone to devour him in the next moment.

This kind of atonement undoubtedly has no effect at all, and even makes Wei Li unable to suppress his anger, so he has to step forward and add fists and feet.

"It seems that Brother Wei is still not satisfied, hey, too, at this point, why should the old man hide it. Fu Biao sighed and said bitterly: "Little Brother Wei, do you know that Sect Master Lin made a move a few days ago and has already broken the roots of the descendants of this evil obstacle, and now he is a wasted person!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked, not only Wei Li was dumbfounded, but the onlookers were also in an uproar, all of them felt incredible.

However, when this thing was said in public, it naturally couldn't be fake, after all, as long as it was said like this, gossip in the future would never be able to run, but even the initiator Lin Sen didn't expect that the angry shot in the urgency of the day would hit the nail on the head and make a 'broken egg'!

"And not only that, Sect Master Lin, you injured Ping'er's heart and lungs, he still can't breathe well until now, not to mention martial arts cultivation, even the bottom of his body has been damaged, and it is possible to fall into tuberculosis in the future!"

"And Yue'er, his palms penetrate, and the blood hole is as thick as his thumb, which means that he has a good cultivation, so he can keep his palms, but even then he can be regarded as half-disabled!"

Fu Biao said one sentence at a time, and the expressions of the onlookers also changed subtly.

Breaking off the bones and scattering ashes is indeed a great evil, but it is also not a good thing to harm people without a queen! This kind of thing is rare even between life and death enemies, and the crime of not being as good as the wife and children is not just asking for a bloodline to continue, and in addition, beating people is tuberculosis and mutilation...... In this way, it seems that it can only be said that there are mutual contacts?

As if sensing some changes, Fu Biao sighed deeply, his face showed a trace of sadness, and he seemed to force his way out: "Sect Master Lin, if you have any grudges with Fuhumen, you can talk to the old man, even if you fall in love with Baishui County and want to classify this place as a place for the activities of the men, the old man is old and lacks energy, and he is willing to back down a little, why do you want to do this? Why is this-!"

Hearing this, seeing such a performance, the onlookers looked at each other and couldn't help whispering, and the solemn hatred of the same enemy finally disappeared.

So Fu Biao sighed even more, only a trace of triumph flashed in his eyes.

Wei Li, who also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, was furious: "Master, he is spewing blood, and he is a scoundrel to you!"

Lin Sen was not in a hurry, he looked up and down at the old master Fu in front of him, his eyes were strange, and his face also showed a wonderful meaning, and after a while, he suddenly laughed, and it was a laugh, and the laughter resounded throughout Fuhu Hutong.

This sudden laughter couldn't help but make everyone stunned, and Fu Biao, who bore the brunt of the attack, frowned and asked, "Why is Sect Master Lin laughing?"

Lin Sen almost couldn't stop laughing: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that you, an old thing, would have the talent to be a gossip editor!"