Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 882 The location of the acting

When Meng Changsheng once taught Feng Lin to chop, he told him at what angle he could maximize his speed.

But sometimes the speed is too fast, but there will be weaknesses.

That is, the nerves will not be interrupted in the first place.

The beheaded enemy can also counterattack subconsciously.

Just now, Feng Lin appeared behind Pu Nanqiang and cut him three times before he was transferred away.

These three cuts were all on the neck and the back of the head, so he was bound to die.

But that woman, Feng Lin hadn't had time to do anything, went over this time and was going to kill her.

After Feng Lin left, Han Meimei and Cen Anbang walked towards Cui Zhiqian.

Cen Anbang searched carefully, and sure enough there was no wound on his body.

He deliberately turned Cui Zhiqian over, and there was no blood on the grass.

"Who was that person just now?"

Cen Anbang said in a deep voice, "The eighth stage of Dacheng, isn't that even the Tantai family will be destroyed if they say so?"

Han Meimei's eyes shone brightly, could that be the coercion of the eighth level of Dacheng?

Obviously I can't feel any breath, but it makes people's hearts tremble.

The opponent's target just now was Cui Zhiqian, but Han Meimei, who was a bystander, didn't dare to breathe.

……

at the same time.

At the foot of a mountain somewhere in Jiang City, Pu Qinmei looked at the corpse on the ground with trembling legs.

The one lying here is none other than her brother, Pu Nanqiang.

Just now, the two of them moved here together.

Pu Nanqiang was talking, when blood suddenly spewed from the back of his neck, and he just fell to the ground.

"Why isn't Mr. Cui here yet!"

The reason why Pu Qinmei didn't leave was because the transfer address set by Cui Zhiqian was here.

She walked back and forth here, her body trembling, and she couldn't suppress it at all.

"Come on! Come on!"

Pu Qinmei was speaking when a man's hand fell on her shoulder.

"Mr. Cui, you are finally here, my brother..."

Pu Qinmei just turned her head and found that the person in front of her was not Cui Zhiqian, but Feng Lin.

She was so frightened that her legs collapsed, she plopped, and sat on the ground weakly.

"Don't wait, your Mr. Cui is dead."

Feng Lin looked down at Pu Nanqiang and found that there was no space ring on his hand.

So he used the Holy Gu of Ashes to devour the corpse.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Because Park Qinmei was too excited, she spoke this sentence in her mother tongue.

Feng Lin pulled out the scalpel, but without answering, he walked towards Pu Qinmei calmly.

"Don't kill me! I'm a descendant of the Holy King. If you kill me, you won't feel better. I'll give you money and women..."

Pu Qinmei was crying, she was still aggressive just now, she knelt on the ground and cried, "Don't kill me, please."

"Your life is really not important to me."

Feng Lin squatted in front of Pu Qinmei, "But you need to exchange for a treasure, a treasure that is more precious than your life."

"Baby! Yes! There are many, what do you want?"

When Pu Qinmei heard that there was a turning point, she hurriedly raised her head, tears streaming all over her face.

"There are many? It seems that your life is worthless, so you should die."

Feng Lin gripped the scalpel tightly.

"No! My life is precious, almost nothing can compare with it."

Pu Qinmei's brain was thinking wildly, and she suddenly said, "I know a piece of news, which is very precious."

"Tell me."

Feng Lin nodded unhurriedly.

"We found a relic in Qilu, China. There is a formation inside. Mr. Cui guessed that it should be the tomb of an ancient master."

Park Qinmi explained.

"In Qilu?"

Feng Lin just came back from that place.

"Yes, besides this location, Mr. Cui's hometown is also in Qilu Province."

Pu Qinmei nodded, "That's why we ordered the brokerage company to tour in Qilu recently. The first show will be in Mr. Cui's hometown, and the second show will be in the city outside the ruins."

"So there is another reason, which city?"

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes.

He needs a place for acting, maybe this ruins is a good place.

"You...you let me go, I'll tell you."

Pu Qinmei said timidly.

"Damn it! Do you still dare to negotiate terms with me?"

Feng Lin kicked Pu Qinmei's body.

boom!
Her body flew upside down and hit the distant hillside.

Feng Lin took a stride and appeared in front of Pu Qinmei.

Pierce Pu Qinmei's shoulder with the White Emperor's Holy Sword.

"Ah! Wow..."

Pu Qinmei screamed in pain, covered her shoulders and burst into tears.

Brush brush!
Feng Lin gathered three more swords in front of him, "You still have another chance, tell me where is it?"

"I tell you, you...you can't kill me."

Park Qinmi cried.

"Yes, but there is a premise. You need to tell me the location of the Holy Palace."

Feng Lin said lightly.

"Why do you inquire about Shenggong?" Pu Qinmei choked up, clutching her shoulder.

"If you dare to take revenge on my people, I will lead people to destroy your holy palace." Feng Lin said with a smile.

"Okay! I won't take revenge! I'll tell you the address of the ruins right now, and you let me go immediately."

Pu Qinmei nodded.

"No! If the location you mentioned is wrong, where can I find you? You have to take me there yourself."

Feng Lin waved his hand lightly, and all the Baidi holy sword here turned into qi and disappeared.

"it is good."

Pu Qinmei has no choice.

"Let everyone on your mountain evacuate. Cui Zhiqian is dead and was killed by the country's masters. You can tell them the truth."

Feng Lin took out a healing elixir and flicked it into Pu Qinmei's mouth.

Pu Qinmei nodded secretly, that's the only way to do it now.

She first sent a message to those people, telling them that Cui Zhiqian had been killed by the country's masters.

Let them disperse and flee back.

Then he covered his shoulders and looked at Feng Lin, "Go now?"

"No, come back with me."

Feng Lin took Pu Qinmei back to Gu's house.

When she saw Cui Zhiqian's body still lying here, she trembled with fright.

Huaxia's masters are indeed powerful.

Cui Zhiqian is a master of formations, the key is to reach the third level.

To be able to kill him silently from the outside world, one must have at least five levels of strength.

"Feng Lin! How did you bring her back?"

Xu Ruoying came over and asked.

"Does it matter? It must be because she is beautiful, and she is going to marry her back home as a wife."

Han Meimei smiled from the side.

"Don't talk nonsense, watch her for me, I'll go see someone."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he disappeared here.

Lan family.

Lan He was lying on the rocking chair in the yard as usual.

On the side table, there was steaming hot wolfberry water.

The radio is playing the latest news.

"Boss! You said that if I call you Old Man Lan again, you won't beat me up?"

Feng Lin's figure appeared beside Lan He.

"It's just a title, not to mention that I am indeed an old man, and I haven't lived for a few years."

Lan He smiled and waved his hands.

"What are you pretending to be, the eighth level of Dacheng!" Feng Lin sighed.

"The ninth level of Dacheng can live for more than 300 years. I really don't have much life expectancy."

Lan He smiled and shook his head.

"Have you ever heard of Shangguan Fugui?"

Feng Lin asked suddenly.

I remember that the second master said that he is a sword god, and his name is quite domineering.

(End of this chapter)