"It's like a 'storage bag' from ancient times recorded in ......the secret books! Yes, that's it! Yang Xiaolin was so excited that he stammered a little.

He took a deep breath and added, "This thing is similar to our high-tech carrying pouches, but it's much more subtle and advanced. ”

Han Bing said embarrassedly: "Master, what I said is here, and I can't take it out." After saying that, he poked his entire right hand into the storage bag and couldn't get anything out of it for a long time.

It turned out that Yang Xiaolin judged the things he had obtained, such as the Qingling Liquid and Yu Jinsha, through the intermittent description of the apprentice just now, and based on the content of the first three moves of the "Xuanyin Convergence Technique" that he recited, he learned that this exercise book was actually a mental method.

It can be seen that Director Yang's martial arts knowledge and social experience are very good.

Although Han Bing still spoke in a few words, he had made great progress so that Master understood what he was saying.

At this time, Han Bing handed over the storage bag and explained, "It's too big inside to touch." Master, for you. ”

Yang Xiaolin was immediately pleased, but resolutely rejected his kindness: "Apprentice, these things should be kept well, and they will be of great use to you in the future." After speaking, he looked at Han Bing lovingly, and his eyes showed reluctance.

Because, in the next high-level meeting of the martial arts hall, Yang Xiaolin has his own plans, he may have to separate from his beloved apprentice, or he may ......

Under the grim situation of the martial arts hall, and in the fact that Director Yang insisted on guarding his homeland, the high-level meeting finally made a decision to require the personnel of the martial arts hall to evacuate urgently that night.

The plan for the dispersal and evacuation of Li this time is that Yang Xiaoyi, the deputy director of the museum, led dozens of people such as Tang Hanbing, Wu Nengwen, Yang Feilong and Tang Feifei to withdraw directly to Xidu City in Northeast Ji Province to split their homes.

The other route was led by Yang Tianren, the head coach, and dozens of people including Yang Weilong, Yang Xufeng and Yang Zheng returned to Xidu from Xinxing.

In the end, the deputy chief instructor Yang Mincang commanded the unified command, and hundreds of people dispersed and secretly entered Ji Province, and finally met in Xidu.

The new provincial route that Yang Tianren, Yang Weilong and others wanted to take was to enter Shicheng and seek the help of the master surnamed Che of the King of the Golden Gun.

Chen Guangsheng, the deputy chief instructor who was seriously injured, resolutely refused to leave, and vowed to share the burden of guarding the martial arts hall with Director Yang. At the same time, there were still more than 20 warriors crying and shouting that they would not listen to persuasion, and they were determined to live and die with the martial arts hall.

The night was cloudy and hot. Everyone in the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall retreated in an orderly manner, but they all had relatives and couldn't bear to be separated.

The next morning, Yang Xiaolin supported Chen Guangsheng, who was pale-faced, and stood in front of the gate of the main hall, looking at the sparse martial artists in the square who were still working hard to cultivate, and his heart suddenly welled up with a desolate feeling.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in by the gate of the martial arts hall, holding a spear, walking through the square and walking straight towards Pavilion Director Yang.

Finally, Yang Xiaolin saw the person coming clearly, and asked loudly in grief: "Disciple, didn't you leave a long time ago?" Why are you disobedient! ”

The black shadow was silent, it was Tang Hanbing, who was black all over. He looked at the master and only said lightly, "If you don't leave, I won't leave." ”

Yang Xiaolin sighed and reprimanded: "I am the person in charge of the Yang family and the martial arts hall, and I have the responsibility and obligation to stay and guard." You're not the same......"

"You are my master!" Han Bing interrupted him, and only said five words in a loud voice.

When Yang Xiaolin heard these words that were worth a thousand words, a warmth surged into his heart. He understood the temperament of his apprentice, and knew that no matter what he said, he would not listen, so he could only look up to the sky and pray that the martial arts hall was okay and that the disciple was safe.

But in real life, how can everything go as you wish, you will often encounter things like "sitting at home behind closed doors, and disaster will come from heaven".

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the nearly 30 members of the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall had just eaten lunch when they heard "Boom! With a bang, the black-lacquered door was struck to pieces by a strong force.

Everyone immediately grabbed their weapons and waited for them.

Yang Xiaolin asked a congenital martial artist to take care of the haggard Chen Guangsheng, holding a silver-white spear in his hand, and stepped forward, standing in front of everyone like a vigorous and upright pine tree.

Han Bing followed closely behind the master, staring at the leading half-old man with a grim expression. Behind him, a large group of warriors with various weapons in their hands were driving straight into the country in a noisy manner.

"You are Wei Yanhu, the leader of Tongxingtang? Excuse me, do you have any advice? Yang Xiaolin said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Wei Yanhu, who is about 60 years old as a grandmaster, has a burly body, terrifying eyes, and a hairy mustache.

He was wearing a brocade long-sleeved breasted shirt, and he was rubbing three white lion walnuts in his hands, making a screeching sound.

Behind the Wei Dangjia, there were not only the fierce warriors who came to spoil the Yang family yesterday, but also several powerful grandmasters. Nangong Yan of the Nangong family frequently showed a vicious look, and a pair of red eyes stared at the cold ice like a black man.

Wei Yanhu played a few rounds of walnuts, and his voice was like Hong Zhongdao: "I Tongxingtang has always talked about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, don't cause trouble but are not afraid of things, I don't know why a martial artist in my hall died unjustly in the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall?" ”

"Is it unjustly killed, please ask the Wei family to ask your nephew next to you." Yang Xiaolin said angrily.

Wei Yanhu smiled slightly, and said disapprenously: "I have asked, my Tongxingtang people were killed by your Yang family." ”

When Yang Xiaolin heard him say this, he knew that this person was quite unreasonable and couldn't talk about it anymore.

Tongxingtang is the head snake of Miancheng, and there was such a big movement yesterday, and the Miancheng Zhengfu, the Internal Guard, and the Wumeng branch did not react, which has explained everything.

Yang Xiaolin suddenly felt sad, and wanted to tell the glory of his once fighting for the country, and showed them a few cards in the portable bag.

But he knew the current situation, and he only felt that his ideas were too naïve, and those things must have no value to this group.

Now, since it is not possible to reason face-to-face, and it is useless to take the formal route, there is only a war!

Yang Xiaolin secretly accumulated strength, and Han Bing and other Yang family martial artists also geared up for a while, preparing to face the fierce tigers, leopards and jackals.

Two days ago, Wei Yanhu had just broken through a small realm. He held his own position, and he didn't want to affect the weak foundation of martial arts, so he didn't plan to go into battle easily.

He glanced at Dan Xuanfu and knew that this person was holding back his strength, wanting to be ashamed of yesterday's battle and clean up that black boy.

Sure enough, Dan Xuanfu agitated the internal qi around his body, suddenly jumped up, and stabbed straight at Tang Hanbing with a sword.

Han Bing held his breath and calmly responded to the enemy, and was about to resist the attack of the sword, only to see Dan Xuanfu smirk, suddenly turned the sword body, and stabbed Yang Xiaolin fiercely.

"Master!" Cold Ice roared in fear. Hearing only the sound of "swish", the long sword went straight through his chest and back, and a majestic figure slowly fell down in front of the cold ice.

"Brother!" Han Bing heard the sound of the master's shouting, and looked at it, and the deputy chief teacher Chen Guangsheng had fallen into the master's arms, spitting blood foam from his mouth, and gradually stopped breathing.

It turned out that at this critical moment, Chen Guangsheng, who was dying, blocked in front of Yang Xiaolin and suffered a fatal blow for him!

At this time, Chen Lisheng, who was standing opposite, saw that his brother had died tragically, his eyes were slightly open, and his nose was slightly moved, but he didn't react, he was still so ruthless.

The Yang family's martial arts blood gushed out, roared angrily, raised the weapon in his hand high, and the fierce tiger from the mountain down the mountain swooped down on Dan Xuanfu.

Then, many powerful warriors on the opposite side quickly attacked, and soon surrounded the Yang family, drowning in this bloody battlefield.

All of a sudden, the true qi in the battlefield was surging, with swords and swords everywhere, and guns and sticks from all walks of life. In the dark square, the lives of the warriors are like the straw that has been cut down, constantly being harvested one by one.

Wei Yanhu, who was playing with walnuts, looked coldly at the battle circle of flying sand and stones, a black shadow rushed left and right, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon throwing a thousand times, ruthlessly beating the world's hundreds of soldiers, and everyone was shocked everywhere he passed.