After about two cups of tea, Lin Renjie returned and said to Lin Zhao: "Let's go to the main hall, where everyone is meditating and resting tonight!"

Lin Zhao didn't say much, got up and took out the python tendon from the backpack, and with a shake of his wrist, the python tendon was like a spiritual snake, wrapped around his waist layer by layer.

This more than 40-meter-long python tendon has been carried with him since Lin Zhao discovered that it can conduct the true qi of the inner family without damage. Once when I had nothing to do, I used it to practice the control of the true qi of the inner family, but after a few days, I felt that it had become thinner and shorter in length. Lin Zhao suddenly became interested, and as soon as he had free time, he poured the true qi of his inner family into it. Now it's eight or nine meters shorter, and it's thinner, but it looks more sparkling and flexible.

When the uncle and nephew came to the main hall, they saw that seven or eight people were already seated, and the servants were serving small snacks such as tea and melon seeds. Lin Zhao was expressionless, looked at it calmly, and said in his heart Is this going to have a tea party?

Then he found a chair in the back row and sat down, and closed his eyes and said nothing. There were bursts of discussion in the ears, and the voice of the head catcher sounded, saying that it had been properly arranged, and tonight was mainly for prevention, if the thief dared to come, it would be difficult for him to fly with wings.

There was chaos in the hall, there were rough voices laughing, and there were also people who were like gold and stone patting their chests with confidence, wanting to let the demons and evil of the "Red Lotus Sect" confer the head, and everyone was relaxed, and it seemed that they had overturned the "Red Lotus Sect" and won a big victory. The atmosphere in the hall became warm and reached a climax, and some of the masters seemed to have reached the peak of their lives.

Lin Zhao ignored it, closed his eyes and breathed, his heart was like a quiet lake under the moon, without the slightest ripple.

About half an hour passed, Cheng Yingyu spoke: "Everyone has worked hard, but during the secret period, let's wait quietly and put out the lights and candles!" Then everyone echoed, the lights and candles went out, and the hall fell into darkness.

Most of them are pranayama with peace of mind, while others lower their voices, panting, and seem unable to be quiet, and time passes quietly in waiting.

Lin Zhao did not cultivate the true qi of internal strength, but just meditated and guarded his spirits, and the spiritual platform was clear. I don't know how long it took, I suddenly realized something, opened my eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the dark hall, which was the state that appeared after the cultivation of the true qi of the inner family reached a certain realm.

The courtyard outside seemed to be peaceful, Lin Zhao listened with bated breath, and after about a minute passed, he still heard a burst of sound of breaking the air in his sensitive ears. Lin Zhao sighed in his heart, and sure enough, he guessed correctly, and the "Red Lotus Sect" took the initiative to kill him.

At this time, people in the hall also began to open their eyes, including Cheng Yingyu at the top, Lin Renjie at the bottom, Xuyang Zhenren, Huiming Zen Master, Guirenxiang, Wuchuan North, Mr. Weiyuan, the owner of Weiyuan Building, and the dwarf "Mourning Door God" and other masters were all aware of it.

Everyone sat quietly and quietly. After a while, all the masters in the hall ended their pranayama and woke up.

"Thief attack, release arrows!" suddenly came a shout in the quiet night sky outside the courtyard, and then the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" arrows broke through the air.

Cheng Yingyu took the lead and took the lead in stepping out of the hall door, and a group of masters behind him also rushed out, Lin Zhao approached Lin Renjie and followed silently.

Everyone came to the courtyard, and with the help of the dim lantern, Lin Zhao saw that there were black-clothed people dodging arrows on the ridges and courtyard walls around them.

"Palm lamp!" Cheng Yingyu shouted violently.

In response, torches and braziers were lit in all corners of the courtyard, illuminating the courtyard as bright as day. Lin Zhao saw a large number of "Red Lotus Sect" masters dressed in black and wearing masks jumping vertically, some pounced on the crossbowmen, some killed the houses in the courtyard, and most of them were under the command of a tall leader who stood on the roof of the east wing with a sword, and killed directly towards the masters in the courtyard.

Before he got close, in the black-clothed crowd, there were masters who were good at making secret weapons sprinkle all over the sky and went straight to Lin Zhao and the others.

"The skill of micro ends, and dare to come to offer ugliness. Before the words fell, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe with a majestic face took two steps, his hands were drawn in a semicircle, and his majestic true qi fluctuated like the sea, directly wrapping the cow hair needles in the air and not moving. immediately shouted "go", and the true qi exploded, and the cow hair needles in the air shot in the opposite direction to a group of black-clothed people. This person is the owner of Weiyuan Building, the famous "Mr. Weiyuan".

"Ahh Obviously, the cow hair needle contains highly poisonous, and this time it is a chicken stealing rice that is not a recipe for rice, and Mr. Weiyuan counters him.

Someone on Lin Zhao's side laughed and shouted: "Mr. Weiyuan really deserves his reputation!"

Cheng Yingyu's figure suddenly jumped up, like a divine eagle, and gently landed on the roof of the main house.

"The crossbow team retreated, Group A stepped forward to meet the enemy, Group B cleaned up the thieves around the house, Group C rescued the wounded, and Group D stood by. Please solve the thief in front of you, and leave no room for survival!"

In the courtyard, each found a fight against each other, exchanged weapons, and the sound of shouting was endless. From time to time, people in black climbed over the courtyard wall, and a steady stream of killings came in.

Lin Zhao casually found a black-clothed man with a knife, and with a vertical step, his body leaned forward like a ghost, and punched out, silently. The man in black couldn't react at all, he was punched in the chest, and then the bones clicked and broke into pieces, and the internal organs were shattered into pieces, and in the seven orifices, the plasma gushed out like a tide, and the body was like a boiled noodle, falling directly to the ground.

Pouted, it looked like a trash fish. Then he looked at Lin Renjie and saw that he was fighting with a sword master, Lin Renjie's fist was fierce, the wind was agitated, and the opponent who was oppressed only had the ability to parry.

Lin Zhao turned his gaze to the warring people in the courtyard again.

The Void Yang real sword is like a cold wave, the sword is bright and uncertain, and between the swallows, it constantly attacks the opponent. On the other side, he is a congenital master, with a long knife in his hand to split, chop, cut, and cut as he wishes, the knife is vertical and horizontal, and the moves are wide open and closed, which is comparable to the real people of Xuyang.

Huiming's opponent used a chain gun, and the old Zen master's Zen staff danced like a disc, blocking the opponent's elusive chain gun like a poisonous snake from time to time. The Zen staff, which is full of inner family true energy, makes bursts of noise in the oppressive air, but the opponent is not tough and tough, but it is impossible to win in a short time.

The fiercest battle was between the Gui Elephant and a tall man in black, both wielding long swords. Between the attack and defense of the swordsmanship of Guiren Elephant, the rules are rigorous, such as the rules of heaven and earth, so that the opponent can not surpass the slightest bit, and the internal qi is full of the sword body, and under the illumination of the lamp, it emits a cold light. The tall black-clothed man's swordsmanship is dedicated to the side, between the starts, the sword is as fast as the wind, and he can't see the sword body at all, and the sword moves are even more vicious, looking for the opponent's face, heart, and yin, which makes people feel trembling when they look at it from the side!

Lin Zhao didn't look at it anymore, and between the leaps, he looked like a phantom, like a swimming dragon, and killed more and more people in black.

The innate true qi operates, and the body method contained in the "Jianghai Immeasurable Fist" travels, and no one can catch the power of a punch all the way over. Whether the opponent uses a sword or other weapons, Lin Zhao directly takes the middle palace, slaps away the blade that came from the stabbing with a palm, and then his body is like electricity, sticking to the front, and punching out. So far, no one has been able to block a punch, and all of them have broken their bones and broken internal organs.

Lin Zhao's body was like the wind, killing seven or eight people in a row, and the black-clothed people around him wanted to avoid Lin Zhao when they saw that Lin Zhao was so terrifying. Compared to Lin Zhao's speed of movement and transfer, where can he escape.

Seeing this, the black-clothed man with a sword on the roof of the east wing was furious, his body was like a meteor breaking through the sky, his body and sword were one, and he stabbed at Lin Zhao in the air.

Lin Zhao only felt that his spirit was locked, and this sword like a flying immortal outside the sky made him unavoidable, and there was nowhere to hide. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and there was a burst of joy in his heart, now that he has cultivated martial arts, whether he is going to Tianqing Mountain to experience or fighting tonight, he has never met a master who can really let go of his hands and feet, and he seems to be a master in front of him, just let go of his shackles and fight with all his might.

Lin Zhao paused and put on a fist pose. The tall black-clothed man in the air suddenly felt that the deep-eyed man in front of him had disappeared within his control, and his swordsmanship could not lock on to the other party. For a while, the true qi was a little disordered, and I wanted to vomit blood in the depths of my soul.

The fist style that Lin Zhao put out just now is the "Nine Abyss Style" in the "Jianghai Infinite Fist", which means "the good defender is hidden under the Nine Abyss", which itself also represents the meaning of dormancy and accumulation.

Without waiting for the tall man in black to stab in front of him, Lin Zhao directly tapped his toes on the ground, and his body swept through the sky like a flying crane, facing the opponent. When the two figures met, Lin Zhao just overtook the opponent. The real air turned, the body fell rapidly, and the right foot stepped down like a falling star, which was the "meteorite style" in the "Jianghai Infinite Fist".

This kick didn't look fast or slow, but the air around it seemed to freeze. It's not too early or too late, just stepping on the position of the "big vertebral point" of the leader of the tall man in black. The leader of the black-clothed man only felt that a sharp spike-like true qi poured into the "big vertebral point" on his back, completely immobilizing the "big vertebral point", completely paralyzing himself in the air, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground.

Lin Zhao's right foot was close to the spine of the leader of the men in black, and he landed at the same time. Hearing only a crisp sound of "rattle", the spine of the leader of the men in black was crushed by a kick, paralyzed to the ground, and a miserable cry was made. Lin Zhao's hand grabbed the clothes of the leader of the men in black, threw it in the direction of the hall, and landed right at the door of the main hall.

Many black-clothed people of the "Red Lotus Sect" saw that the leader was subdued, and they were in chaos for a while, and the innate masters of Lin Zhao's side seized the opportunity and killed seven or eight in an instant.

At this time, Cheng Yingyu shouted: "The army is surrounded, don't get rid of one!" After speaking, he jumped and joined the encirclement and suppression.

Lin Zhao let go of his fists and feet, and shot with all his might, only to hear the sound of boxing, and a large number of people in black fell to the ground and died once they were punched.

The self-side masters in the courtyard looked at Lin Zhao's body like the wind, and all the way over, no one could stop a punch and kill a lot. The subtlety of the boxing technique, the ruthlessness of the fist, and the fierceness of the killing are all eyelids jumping straight to see. Lin Chong, the water source of the Lin clan, had never heard of it before, how could it be so terrifying!

Exactly: the treacherous night attack is fierce, and the fist method is beginning to show invincibility!