Hearing this voice, the faces of the Wang family's father and son immediately showed some surprise, and Scar, who was about to fall into a coma, also tried to open his eyes, and looked into the distance, a figure was slowly walking towards him under the light, but it was Lin Wuchen, he finally came.

Looking at Scar's miserable appearance lying in a pool of blood, Lin Wuchen's face immediately turned extremely cold, but Tong Hu sneered at him, and said a little provocatively:

"Who should I be, it turned out to be a dirt bun, can't you wait to die? Don't worry, I'll solve this trash fish first! ”

After saying this, Tong Hu's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and then he was about to shoot at Scar.

Lin Wuchen couldn't tolerate the other party's presumptuousness in front of him, and after sneering, he directly threw the coin between his fingers.

Tong Hu had just lifted his foot, and before he fell, he suddenly felt that his ankle was as if he had been hit by a bullet, and the pain made him suddenly hold his foot and grin for a while, then looked at Lin Wuchen with resentful eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"Playing with Lao Tzu, you are looking for death!"

After the Yimei Daoist on the side saw the scene, his originally contemptuous cheeks slowly showed a somewhat solemn expression, because he had already seen that the young man in front of him was by no means an idle person.

Tong Hu was really angry at this moment, he actually took out the coin that had fallen into the flesh with his bare hands, and then a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, limping towards Lin Wuchen.

Obviously, he also saw Lin Wuchen's extraordinaryness, and he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he took out the weapon.

In this regard, Lin Wuchen's face still did not change at all, but he looked at each other with some playfulness, obviously not taking Tong Hu in his eyes at all.

At this time, Scar, who was about to fall into a coma, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and after regaining some of his senses, he reminded Lin Wuchen in a weak voice:

"Lin Shao, the two of them are from the Seven Killing Sect, you have to be especially careful of that old immortal, he is very likely to be a six-rank internal strength qi martial artist......"

Before he finished speaking, Scar couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight into a coma.

"A martial artist with internal strength?"

The playfulness in Lin Wuchen's eyes couldn't help but become even stronger, it just so happened that Tong Hu had already walked a meter in front of him, and then attacked violently, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at his chest quickly, leaving only an afterimage in the air.

Seeing this scene, Lin Wuchen just sneered, because the other party's speed was too slow in his opinion, he turned slightly sideways and easily dodged the dagger, grabbed Tong Hu's wrist, and then used a slight force, only to hear a "click", the other party's wrist had been broken by him.

Tong Hu's mouth immediately let out a somewhat miserable wail, the beads of sweat on his forehead kept falling, and when he looked at Lin Wuchen again, where was there any arrogance before, his eyes were full of horror, because he hadn't seen how Lin Wuchen made a move at all just now, and the other party's realm in martial arts was obviously too much ahead of him.

"How is this possible......"

Tong Hu couldn't help but take two steps back, stumbling under his feet, and then the whole person fell to the ground.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who I am is so important, you just need to know that you are going to die here today!"

When the voice said this sentence without a trace of emotion, Lin Wuchen did not hesitate, directly stepped forward, raised a foot and stepped on Tong Hu's other arm, and his mouth immediately let out a painful scream again.

"Stop!"

Yimei Daoist couldn't stand it anymore, only to see him take out a roll of parchment paper directly from his body and spread it out, which was densely filled with all kinds of silver needles, he took out one casually, and stabbed directly towards Lin Wuchen, with a bit of the taste of undefeated in the East, worthy of being a master of internal strength and external release.

It's a pity that in front of Lin Wuchen, he is just an axe from the class, and before this silver needle flew in front of Lin Wuchen, he saw him wave his big hand, and an invisible air flow tumbled, directly bounced the silver needle away.

"What a strong internal strength!"

Yimei Daoren's face changed slightly, and before Lin Wuchen was about to make a move, he hurriedly asked:

"Dare to ask where the little friend teacher came from?"

Hearing this, the corners of Lin Wuchen's mouth rose slightly, and then he spoke calmly:

"I'm from Qingyun and go down the mountain to get rid of demons."

"Qingyun?"

Yimei Daoren's brows furrowed slightly, feeling that this name was somewhat familiar, and soon his face changed, and when he looked at Lin Wuchen, he was full of surprise, and subconsciously said:

"Are you a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple?"

Lin Wuchen didn't reply, it was a tacit acquiescence.

The face of the Yimei Daoist suddenly changed, and then he snorted lightly and asked directly:

"I have long heard that the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple never asks about worldly things, what do you mean, Daoist? Could it be that he wanted to break the rules of Qingyunguan? ”

Lin Wuchen's face immediately showed a somewhat playful expression, as if he didn't expect the other party to be stupid enough to use the rules of Qingyunguan to suppress him, what are the rules? It's just a matter of people, as long as the strength is tough enough, who dares to use rules to restrict him?

"I don't need an outsider to talk about it. Without further ado, are you ready to die? ”

After dropping a sentence casually, Lin Wuchen didn't hesitate, and directly stepped on Tong Hu's other leg with one kick, so painful that he could only keep rolling on the ground.

"Boy! I'm playing with you! ”

Tong Hu bared his teeth and shouted at Lin Wuchen, the more arrogant he was, the more Lin Wuchen liked it, so he directly stepped forward and broke his other arm.

"Ahh

Tong Hu's painful screams suddenly resounded throughout the corridor, and Yimei Daoist couldn't look at it anymore, so he simply stepped forward quickly and went straight to Lin Wuchen, and at the same time, he didn't know when there was an extra sharp long sword in his hand.