Small traces remain on the wall, and it can be seen that these people have been hiding here for a long time, monitoring the drug store at any time.
Perhaps what they wanted was to discover the support manpower of Qingfeng Temple as soon as possible so that they could make the next response.
Lin Hui raised the tip of the sword, picked up the cylinder in the woman's hand, and caught it in her hand.
"Let's see if your self-confidence is strong enough, or my sword is sharper..." He reached out and pinched the string under the cylinder, and pulled it out.
"Friend, you have to think about it." Suddenly, from the shadows, an old man with a gray beard and messy hair walked out, holding a brown pipa in his hand.
The old man saw that it was Martial Artist, and it was definitely not an ordinary Martial Artist.
Because his pipa is not made of wood, but is made of pure metal. For ordinary people, even Martial Artist, if they wield this kind of weapon, not to mention defeating the enemy, even if they swing it too fast, they will hurt themselves.
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Hui paused with his hands and looked at the other person. "Who are you?"
"New Martial Alliance is not the only one from Xingdao. I, Wu Shinan, have been here to observe Feishi Sect for some time. Not only did they provoke you, they also attacked the other three sects in the surrounding area at the same time, eroding their interests and being very domineering." The old man said calmly, his eyes sweeping over the several corpses on the ground.
"If you just send a signal and give your position so recklessly, they will definitely spare no effort and send experts to kill you as soon as possible. That's why I said, think about it before you do it."
"The result is the same. Since it has to be settled sooner or later, why not now?" Lin Hui doesn't want to rush around when he can't find anyone for a while.
Since everyone is confident in their own reliance, let's give it a try.
"Okay, have confidence! You are...Qingfeng Temple viewer Lin Hui, right? I didn't take it seriously when I heard the rumors, but I didn't expect that being famous is worse than meeting." Wu Shinan from the New Martial Alliance praised.
Tsk!
The next moment, a line of fire flew upward from the cylinder.
The line of fire exploded in mid-air and turned into a rain of orange fire, which lasted for two seconds and then quickly extinguished and disappeared.
Throwing away the cylinder, Lin Hui glanced at the New Martial Alliance's Wu Shinan.
"Can New Martial Alliance respond accordingly? Should Xingdao's Martial Artist be allowed to expand wantonly?"
"Of course not. New Martial Alliance was built on the foundation of the Martial Alliance that collapsed before. Now Xiaoyao Pavilion is crazy about absorbing Xingdao Martial Artist, and its power is growing very fast. Jinhong Sect has already made preparations." Wu Shinan smiled.
"What preparations?" Lin Hui heard Xue Meng mention that Jinhong Sect and Xiaoyao Pavilion are New Martial Alliance's two strongest sects today. They are the two giants in the New Martial Alliance alliance, which mainly focuses on martial arts.
Xiaoyao Pavilion is composed of foreigners from Xingdao, and Jinhong Sect is composed of local Tuyue Martial Artist.
"It's actually very simple." Wu Shinan held the pipa and played it casually, bringing out a ray of music.
"It's nothing more than four words, overt and covert fighting."
"Infighting overt and covert..."
"In order to suppress the speed of their growth and expansion, secretly we naturally weaken their strength." Wu Shinan replied. "And how to weaken... aren't you already famous? You can't just let people be beaten without resistance, right?"
He pointed at the corpse on the ground with an expression everyone understood.
"So, you are here to kill people too?" Lin Hui said bluntly.
"Don't say it so harshly, I'm here to help and defend myself." Wu Shinan's old face stiffened and he quickly corrected him.
Lin Hui was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He understood the purpose of this old man's visit. It was Jinhong Sect sent by the New Martial Alliance to cause trouble for the Xiaoyao Pavilion.
As for the Feishi Sect, it is essentially Xiaoyao Pavilion who is behind it, contacting the forces established by Martial Artist on Xingdao's side.
Turning around and walking out of the corner, he saw four people, Wang Hongshi, waiting outside, blocking passers-by who tried to get closer to watch the fun.
The passers-by here are really not afraid of death. Wanfu Meat has eaten too much, and they are always a little confused and crazy. We still need to control the scene.
"Master, just now...?" Wang Hongshi stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"People are coming soon. Please spread out and don't get together. Inner Strength Realm Martial Artist Leave it to me and you can handle the rest." Lin Hui said calmly, looking over the street corner not far away, as if he heard the sound of someone approaching quickly.
The opponent came faster than he thought.
Not long after, a group of strong Martial Artist with cross scars on their backs, dressed in light yellow uniforms and holding thick-backed knives, appeared in the wind and snow.
The leader was a woman, tall and strong. If her chest hadn't been too bulging, no one would have been able to identify her gender up close.
"Here!" This woman is none other than Internal-Force Martial Artist Yao Huan who had fought with Xue Meng before.
From a distance through the wind and snow, she saw the five people Lin Hui at a glance, and also saw several corpses lying in the corners of the wall with blood leaking out.
But perhaps because it was already commonplace, Yao Huan just glanced at the corpses indifferently, and immediately focused his attention on Lin Hui.
"Qingfeng Temple? Finally someone is here... Master!" She paused and looked to the right.
There were obviously private houses on the right, but at this moment, on the roof of a two-story private house, two weird men wearing gray robes and black tiger masks slowly walked out.
It can be judged from the color of the hair of these two weirdos that they are not young at all. Some of them are black and many are white. They are at least sixty years old.
"I saw it, such a fast sword. It should be Qingfeng Temple Lin Hui, Guanzhu Lin, right?" One of the men in gray robe was Bai Feihan who had come out to fight Xue Meng before. He lowered his head and looked down at the five Qingfeng Temple people, seeming to be a little confused and a little appreciative.
"Only five people dare to come here alone. One person faces many masters of internal strength. His courage is commendable, but his bravery is more than enough, and his strategy is too weak."
"I heard that his movement skills are extremely fast. I came here just to see who is faster, his Tuyue's Clear Sword, or my Xingdao's Heaven-Flipping Hand!"
Another man in gray robe said with a cold voice and a hint of arrogance.
Not only that, at this time, someone also walked out behind Lin Hui and others.
This man had a bald head and no eyebrows, was wearing a black cassock, and was holding a roll of gray stuff that looked like a fishing net in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the Lin Hui group of people precisely.
"Then you have to hurry up, otherwise if I cast this big net, no matter how fast he goes, he can only catch the turtle in the urn!"
"Old Yan, you can wait for me to do it first before you go up." The man in gray robe said dissatisfied.
"Time is of the essence, let's finish the work and then talk about other things." The bald man said with a grin.
In front of everyone Lin Hui, several people were chatting and laughing happily, looking calm, and it was obvious that they no longer took him seriously.
But gestures are gestures, and just from the postures they put on, you can tell that not only did they not underestimate Lin Hui, but they did their preparations to the extreme.
The four Internal-Force Martial Artist were besieging them, making dumplings to surround Qingfeng Temple and others. They also prepared special fishing nets designed to defend against speed masters. This was already taken very seriously by Lin Hui, who was only twenty years old.
At this time, four pairs of eyes were fixed on Lin Hui, paying attention to his every move at any time. No matter what they thought, they could not imagine that Qingfeng Temple actually led four disciples straight into the ambush circle.
"Still too young... too confident."
Wu Shinan, who was hiding not far away, secretly shook his head. With this lineup, even two more Xue Mengs could win, let alone Lin Hui who only broke through the Inner Strength Realm.
Moreover, Lin Hui had brought four burdensome people with him. If there was a real fight, these four people would become his constraints and tie him up.
I really don't know what he was thinking.
Wu Shinan can already predict in his heart that after today's battle, Qingfeng Temple will decline from then on, just like a meteor that fleetingly disappears.
That's all, I will try my best to take away Lin Hui in a while, and the rest will die as soon as they die. Geniuses like Lin Hui will have no chance of revenge after they reach the limit of perfection in the future.
What happened today and the death of his disciple may become the motivation for him to strive to become stronger in the future.
Making a plan in his mind, Wu Shinan held the iron pipa in his hand and slowly circulated his internal power, ready to take action at any time.
Not only him, but Wang Hongshi and four other people also felt that something was wrong at this time, and their expressions turned ugly.
In the wind and snow, Inner Strength Realm's momentum was not concealed at all, and it burst out directly. The layers of faint internal white light were like light bulbs, clearly distinguishing Inner Strength Realm from ordinary Martial Artist.
One two three four, one four Inner Strength Realm!
How to fight this!?
Wang Hongshi's heart was shaken, and he peeked forward, only to see Lin Hui's still calm back in white.
He doesn't know what the temple master has planned, but at this moment, if he is not careful, all of them may die here. Qingfeng Temple The three meridians are integrated into one, and the backbone is the temple master Lin Hui. Once something happens to Lin Hui...
He looked at the three people around him Chen Sui.
The three of them also looked ugly, but their expressions were determined and they were ready to take action.
Obviously, compared to the three former disciples of Qingfeng Temple who have experienced ups and downs, Wang Hongshi's determination is still much lower.
At this time, Lin Hui casually held up a sword flower, and his eyes swept over the four Inner Strength Realm's bodies one by one.
"Is everything ready?"
"??!!"
The four of them were stunned, wondering why he suddenly said this.
Even though four people are surrounding and killing one person, the other person still looks calm and confident. This is not arrogance anymore, right? It's arrogance!
At this time, shouldn't we break out decisively and find a way to escape?
Hiss.
Lin Hui stretched out his finger and gently wiped it on the sword surface to wipe away the remaining blood.
"Does anyone know where our elder Xue Meng is?"
"Are you dead or alive? Or are you imprisoned?"
"Now that we've come to this point, Guanzhu Lin should just worry more about himself." Bai Feihan laughed. After being surprised, he guessed that Lin Hui thought he could calmly escape the battle at high speed, so he still didn't panic.
But unfortunately, this time, they were fully prepared for high-speed movements.
But at this moment, the words he said when Xue Meng was being chased by him and rushed into Mist Zone flashed through his mind unconsciously.
"You simply don't understand how fast the master's sword is." Xue Meng's mocking expression at that time still makes him worried to this day.
The speed that can make a veteran master with perfect internal strength be praised to such an extent cannot be overemphasized.
So he invited two old friends to ambush Qingfeng Temple with his master and apprentice.
It is necessary to completely annex Qingfeng Temple in this battle and capture the surrounding blockbuster industries.
The wind and snow flew away.
At this time Lin Hui already understood that nothing could be asked.
Lifting the sword, he held it diagonally in front of him.
"Live well, okay?"
A thin layer of white light lit up from his arms and shoulders.
"It's my turn to say this. It's pitiful that your four disciples will die here with you at such a young age." Bai Feihan laughed.
Likewise, the white light of his internal energy became brighter and brighter.
The two looked at each other, and they both saw absolute murderous intent in each other's eyes.