During this time, Wang Chan was completely immersed in his own world, practicing boxing during the day, meditating at night, cultivating the divine power of the soldier and condensing the invisible sword, and gradually the six meridians of the index finger of both hands were washed by the endless tenacity of the Seven Killing Star Power.

It wasn't until a few days later that he was able to condense his own eighteen sword swords in his meridians, attacking from afar and taking them at close range, all of which were like fingers, which was a sign that he had initially practiced the Seven Killing Blood Knife. However, it is still far from the realm of Xiaocheng.

One night, when the bright moon was in the sky, he practiced well, and launched the Seven Killing Sword Technique with all his strength, between the ten fingers, the knife light surged, coming and going, left and right in front of him, Zhang Xu Fangyuan was full of blood light, and it looked like a huge snowball from a distance around him.

Move with you, the knife is light, as long as others go, where is a mess, not only the mountains, rocks, plants and trees outside the zhang are all twisted into powder, even the soil under the feet is also cut a zhang deep, the silk knife light only cuts the ground like powder. So much so that after Wang Chan finished his work, he stepped on it with one foot, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the quicksand swamp, and suddenly sank into the ground half a person deep, and when he moved slightly, he immediately became dusty.

Again, Wang Chan practiced boxing until dawn, turned over from the Great Wall, just returned to the cave residence, but suddenly found that this section of the wild Great Wall, began to have tourists patronizing, at the beginning, it was only three or three by two young men and women carrying hiking bags, to ninety o'clock, gathered more and more young people, before noon even someone in the forest near the stream set up three or four tents, seven or eight people began to "bury the pot to cook".

And Wang Chan was busy with cultivation during this time, and he could still divide his thoughts in the first few days to prevent the Lin family from retaliating, but after the Seven Killing Sword Technique was practiced by him and gradually improved, people would have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to it, if it weren't for the sudden arrival of this group of people, fifty or sixty people, noisy voices, breaking the peace in the mountains and forests, Wang Chan was afraid that he would really have to spend it in this endless cultivation.

"Although there are sporadic tourists in this section of the Great Wall, how can it be so lively, I don't know what these college students are doing here?

Wang Chan saw the group of young men and women dressed in uniform when he was far away, everyone was holding a small blue pennant in his hand, and the two in the middle were taller and stronger, and they also held two big red flags, dancing back and forth, waving in the wind, and at a glance he could see the words "not a hero if you don't go to the Great Wall" and "Jinghai University", so Wang Chan also knew that these people were college students in the capital. I'm afraid it's organized together and out for camping.

At the same time, the capital airport.

The slightly overcast sky, with a few scattered clouds, looked like it was going to rain, and the weather was very hot.

Four or five black cars passed directly through the airport monitoring security gate, rushed in, and drove into the airport from the special lane, lined up, and slowly stopped.

Then the car door opened, from the front and back of the car, at the same time down six or seven tall men in black suits, all full of energy, simple and capable movements, just get out of the car, there are four people scattered, neatly look around, careful guard, at a glance is a well-trained "bodyguard".

Immediately, the remaining two men in black bent over and opened the door of a military Humvee car that was lengthened and weighted in the middle, put down a steel plate and put it on the ground, and a "bald" man pushed a wheelchair and walked out of the car. This bald man, not tall, but with a pair of big hands like a fan, the color is like bronze, square, wide and thick, pushed the wheelchair down, only gently lifted up, and the person stood on the ground.

On top of the wheelchair in his hand, there was a middle-aged man with facial features like a knife, his back was as straight as a javelin, but his hands and feet were on top and bottom of the wheelchair, looking a little soft and weak, it was Lin Changzhi, the third son of the Lin family who was picked off by Wang Chan.

Wang Chan wanted to kill him before, but Ye Tianshi was hindered by him, and when everything was settled, when he remembered it, the Lin family had already received the news and sent a large group of people to clean up the mess, thinking that this Lin Changzhi was also found and rescued at that time. It's just that all his tendons and tendons are broken, even if modern medical treatment is advanced, it is not as good as before when he reconnected it.

What's more, he still has hard injuries left by Wang Chan on his body, several bones are either broken or broken, and if he wants to be completely healed, it will take at least half a year, so at this time, he can only go out like a cripple in a wheelchair, and he is afraid that it will not be safe, so he also brought a few bodyguards with him.

At this time, a plane was falling from the sky, from fast to slow, and slowly stopped on the runway.

This aircraft is obviously not an internationally accepted passenger aircraft model, the fuselage is only a small and half the size of the Boeing 747, but the specific and micro is very luxurious, the blue and white fuselage side, in Chinese and English written "Zhigong" two big characters.

At first glance, it looks like a privately owned business jet.

When the cabin door of the plane slowly opened and the escalator fell, Lin Changzhi raised his hand very heavily and waved it forward, and without speaking, the group hugged his wheelchair and walked forward together.

At the same time, an old man of seventy or eighty years old, wearing a black loose Tang suit, was standing tall, with a pair of traditional Chinese mille-feuille shoes under his feet, with a clear face, white hair and white beard, and his hands were shrunk deep in his sleeves, not exposed, and his face looked gloomy, as if he was not very good.

Lin Changzhi's eyes shrank, and he lightly touched the hand of the bald man behind him, and did not look back, but his lips moved lightly, and his voice had been clearly transmitted: "Senior brother, this person is Tang Xie of the Hongmen General Hall in Honolulu, the master of the Liang Baguazhang, what do you think?"

"I'm seventy or eighty years old, no matter how powerful I am, what can I do? Dong Haichuan's gossip palm comes from Taoism, although he is good at health preservation, but the manpower is exhausted, if I fight him, at least seventy percent sure of winning him. However, the older generation of practitioners like him have the secret of maintaining physical strength and striking a blow, and it is difficult to fight hard, and if he can't hold up a move, he will either die or be injured. The bald man turned out to be a monk, or Lin Changzhi's own senior brother, when he heard Lin Changzhi ask, he turned his eyes on the old man's face, his deep gaze flashed, and he saw the other party's reality clearly. Apparently also a master of boxing.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he can fight or not, what I want is to borrow this knife from Hongmen to deal with Wang Chan. In addition to him, there are countless masters of the Hongmen, as long as this old guy dies in the hands of Wang Chan again, then everything will be fine! Otherwise, why should I pick him ......up in person?" The face twitched fiercely, Lin Changzhi's eyes swept over his hands and feet, and the hatred for Wang Chan in his heart was completely to the point of no return.

An iron-blooded soldier who crisscrosses the battlefield can imagine that one day he will become a waste man who can't resist his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and he can't even walk fast, what a heavy blow it is!!

"Bear with me, Senior Brother Lin, your hand and foot tendons can't be cured by the hospital, it doesn't mean that our Shaolin Temple can't be cured, two days ago, the master came with news, it's not that he is giving you a secret system of intermittent dispersion, it won't be long before the temple will send people here, and even if the people from Hongmen can't do it, we will also take revenge on you." ”

"Well, fortunately, there is still a master ....... Lin Changzhi nodded and stopped talking.

In just a few words, twenty or thirty people had already walked out of the plane at this time, divided into two columns, all standing behind the old man in Tang costume, and the front one was still holding a "gossip knife" with a very heavy shark skin sheath in his hand. It was slightly covered with red silk, revealing only a small corner.

After Tang Xie got off the plane, he glanced at Lin Changzhi, frowned slightly, and did not take the lead in speaking.

Although the Lin family has the power of the world and is extremely powerful, Tang Xie is also the deacon elder of the Hongmen, with great power, and millions of Hongmen disciples are all over the world, from a certain point of view, he does not think that his status will be worse than Lin Changzhi.

At this time, a middle-aged man standing behind Tang Xie had already walked up, hugged his fist towards Lin Changzhi, and performed the old Hongmen salute: "This is Mr. Lin Changzhi, I only had contact with you on the phone before, and today is the first time to meet. ”

Lin Changzhi smiled lightly, and also raised his hand and arched: "You are Jack Chen, everyone is your own person, you are welcome." ”

"Mr. Lin, let me introduce you, this is my master, Elder Tang Xie of the Hongmen Association, and these people behind are my senior brothers and a few friends who came to help him. ”

"I have admired Mr. Tang's name for a long time, I have some friendship with Master Liang Hongbin of the Liang family's gossip palm, and I know from him that you are still his elder, and Lin still has some problems with his feet, which is not good for walking, so he can only sit and say hello to you, and I hope that the old man will not blame!" A faint smile suddenly appeared on Lin Changzhi's face, and he sat in a wheelchair and spoke to Tang Xie first.

"Your hands and feet were also abolished by that Wang Chan, then our two families can be regarded as the same enemy!" Tang Xie glanced at Lin Changzhi's hands and feet, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "So, let's not be polite, my grandson Tang Niu has lost your Lin family to collect the corpse and take care of it for so long, if there is nothing else, I want to go and see my grandson immediately." ”

Although it has been so long, as long as Tang Niu's name is mentioned, Lao Lao is like Tang Jie's hand, and his face twitches involuntarily, and his uncontrollable eyes reveal an irrepressible hatred, and a series of bone explosions are endless.

(To be continued)