This self-admission sounds very strange to many people, but it is a sudden realization to Dongfang Hua. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info said that the adopted son does not talk about the apprentice, that is the personal identity, there is no sect power, said Putian does not say Shaolin, that is the identity of the layman, said Fuzhou Fuwei Dart Bureau, that is the identity of today's occasion. Looking at this person's sword, it is to solve the face of the martial arts and the personal feud behind him.

Dongfang Hua listened, smiled before speaking, and said heartily: It turned out to be Brother Lin, since he was meeting a real person, he couldn't tell a lie, and his brother was here to sit on the first seat of the Fujian martial arts behind Brother Lin.

Dongfang Hua's words are completely different from the kind of face harmony that he first entered the door, and he didn't put the Fujian martial arts heroes outside Lin Yuantu in the field in his eyes, and only regarded them as pigs and dogs, only Lin Yuantu can be regarded as a real person, and it is worth telling the truth to him. And in this situation, arrogantly opposed, no matter what Lin Yuantu came to, he took it all by one, and his momentum was even higher. Lin Yuantu's martial arts are profound, but he plays with people's hearts and takes advantage of the situation to form a formation, but he is a little worse than Dongfang Hua. Therefore, he didn't reply, but his shoulders sank slightly, he took a step sideways with his right foot, his eyes opened, and he released his momentum, just to inform the other party: Come on.

Dongfang Hua also looked solemn at the same time, and held the folding fan in his hand with his backhand, which was a point pout.

The momentum of the confrontation between the two rose sharply, and the people around them seemed to be forced back by the invisible force, and they flashed a few steps away with a loud bang.

Both of them only practiced martial arts after they were teenagers, although they practiced both clever qi exercises, they couldn't be proud of their skills for a while, so they both walked all the way with skill and speed. Lin Yuantu's swordsmanship is evil, often stabbed at an angle that cannot be sideways, Dongfang Hua's point is an inch short and an inch dangerous, and he often finds a glimmer of life in the moment of life and death.

The two of them had no distractions, and at the same time as the people around them retreated, they each drew a silver line and rushed to the center of the field, and they exchanged positions with a ding, both of them wanted to quickly solve each other after accumulating momentum, Dongfang Hua was determined to stand up, but Lin Yuantu was until he couldn't make a decision to fight, and he would inevitably fall into the enemy encirclement. Unexpectedly, under the full blow, the whole work was not completed, and they could only fight together again. This fight is still not for those who are not skilled enough to see the figure clearly, but it is much slower. Lin Yuantu settled down and attacked with all his might, but Dongfang Hua did not strictly guard the door, but attacked against attack, and tried to win with danger. Although Dongfang Hua knew that Lin Yuantu's swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, he didn't know the peculiarities of his qi practice and martial arts foundation, which made Dongfang Hua rarely lose in the temple calculation before the war.

The two of them fought together, it was impossible to stop without blood, Lin Yuantu was wholeheartedly in the battle, but Dongfang Hua could not be like this, he wanted to suppress the scene, he had to win, his thoughts turned sharply, his heart was horizontal, he carried the sword with his body, and blocked Lin Yuantu's long sword with the flesh and blood on his left shoulder, and hit Lin Yuantu's ribs from the side. The two were injured at the same time, retreated sharply, looked at each other, and suddenly said in unison: Accept and accept.

In this battle, if it weren't for Dongfang Hua's risk, he would have lost, and he successfully attacked the danger, and the left shoulder injury also hit Lin Yuantu's ribs, it seems that the ribs of the stroke are indeed more harmful than the shoulder, and there is nothing wrong with him claiming to win. As for Lin Yuantu, he knew in his heart that the method of often having flesh and blood chain mail was clamped, and his body was not ineffective, and without pulling the sword, he did not focus on hitting the ribs with a point, and it was even more inappropriate for him to claim victory. It's just that Dongfang Hua needs to defeat the result to coerce the scene, and Lin Yuantu fulfills his responsibility as a member of the Southeast Martial Arts with the result of defeating the murderer of the Demon Sect.

After Dongfang Hua withdrew, his subordinates quickly surrounded him, seeing that he was about to rush up to vent his anger for the leader, Lin Yuantu also knew that he couldn't stay here for a long time, but he just looked at Dongfang Hua behind him lightly. Dongfang Hua's face sank like water for a while, and he suddenly smiled: Does Brother Lin want to participate in the Southeast Martial Arts Alliance held today? In a word, Lin Yuantu has been outside the southeast martial arts.

Lin Yuantu didn't expect Dongfang Hua to react like this, he was born as the adopted son of a red-sleeved monk, and he had heard all kinds of stories of power, but he didn't expect such a great character to appear in the rivers and lakes. It's just that he has a rebellious temperament in his bones, and he didn't say a word about Dongfang Hua's temptation or invitation, but just hugged his fists and arched his hand, and even reflexively said goodbye to Wang Laoying, who had been making a servant in the field: How much trouble, farewell. Then he departed in a sassy manner.

After Lin Yuantu left, the field suddenly became harmonious, although the so-called Southeast Martial Arts Alliance was Dongfang Hua's immediate proposal, it was also opened decently, and the content was how to carve up the Jianghu forces and territory of the Southeast Martial Arts. At this time, Dongfang Hua's sword wound on his shoulder had been newly bandaged in Beijing, and he was lazily lying on the huge seat specially designed for him, squinting coldly at these hyena-like martial arts heroes below.

Dongfang Hua was in the field, but his mind was on the man who was fighting with him just now. Lin Yuantu, how can the adopted son of a red-sleeved monk be vulgar, the swordsmanship is also special, and he is extremely skilled, is there a sect weakness that can be grasped, today under the audience in the hall, it frustrated my spirit, this person may be my first enemy in the south, I must carefully check the population of the family, and who I have friends with, and who I have enemies with. Thinking of this, he casually summoned the descendants of the Sun Moon God Sect and ordered him to go down.

Lin Yuantu didn't know that Dongfang Hua was jealous of him, let alone that he would sweat and shrink his tall figure in the backfield, and when he saw people, he would never dare to be toasted as the master and so on. He knew that he would be jealous of the Southeast Martial Arts, and the best result was also because Dongfang Hua wanted to avenge the sword with his own hands, and was ignored by his subordinates, and now the entire Southeast Martial Arts Forest, the business of the Fuwei Dart Bureau will also be extremely bleak, if there is a need to dart by himself, it is most likely the opponent's game. Thinking indifferently, thinking that since he had offended such a behemoth as the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, he had pinched away the idea of going south to join his son Lin Zhennan and go to sea, so as not to bring unfathomable danger to my son Lin Zhennan. After thinking about it, Fujian was not suitable for staying any longer, so he went home and casually wrapped some fine soft silver tickets, stored the newly obtained martial arts classics and letters in a secret place, and only notified Gan Bo and asked him to go south to find the young master to follow him, and then got up and went north.

After the year, the servant who sent a letter to the lord of Zunshui in Huayin County had already brought back a letter the month before last, saying that everything was decided by his mother. The marriage is decided, and this water master is Lin Zhennan's grandfather and Lin Yuantu's father-in-law. Lin Yuantu figured out the direction of his house on the road, and he came to Huashan.

Huashan experienced the tragic massacre of the village at the foot of the mountain a few years ago, although there were a few corpses of black-clothed people to fool the villagers, among the big factions. The strength of its sect probably has a certain test result. In the spring when Lin Yuantu went north, Ning Dayong, the head of Huashan, also faced the biggest crisis since he became the head of Huashan.

The head of Huayin Zhixian disappeared, and the big seal of Zhixian was also stolen by thieves from nowhere. The county steward Shui Bo is quite insightful, knowing that if the matter is investigated by the government, it will inevitably be resolved, at most find a scapegoat, and even become an excuse for officials of various departments in the DPRK and China to attack political opponents, so after wearing linen and filial piety to report the case to Xi'an Prefecture, he sent someone to report the funeral, but he went straight to the Huashan faction in filial piety.

Ning Dayong knew that the death of Lord Shui must be a follow-up to the village massacre at the foot of Huashan, and the murderers may not be the same gang, but obviously for the same purpose. This Huayin Zhixian had an accident in the territory of the Huashan faction, and the family members were also treated by Huashan, so it was of course incumbent on them to take over this matter. It's just that this incident happened one after another, getting worse and worse, and the sense of crisis was like the top of Huashan, which made him breathless.