Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 219 The Flame Sect

"I'll say it again, seal the acupoint, and save your life!"

Zhao Lin walked out of the white mist, and said slowly with his eyes.

Although the battle just now was short, the process was thrilling.

Facing a desperate situation, the third-level warriors of the blood realm exploded with astonishing combat power. If Zhao Lin hadn't absorbed Fengli's spirit and broke through to the first level of the blood realm, the outcome of this victory is still unknown.

Tuza barely propped up his upper body and coughed up a big mouthful of blood, but his tone was unusually firm: "Your life is here, you... come and get it!"

Zhao Lin nodded slightly, stopped talking, jumped up on his toes, flew over the top of Tuza's head, and punched out...

boom!
Northwest of Dayue, within the territory of Wuche, on the top of Leimu Cliff.

Basang's arm was entwined with lightning, and his fist rubbed against the air to create a strong explosion, piercing through the chest of the opposite Weiz warrior.

The Weiz warrior looked down, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then he spat out blood and fell limply to the ground.

"Vulnerable!"

Basang licked the blood around his mouth, sneered and withdrew his fist.

At his feet, lay five corpses, which were Enli and his party sent by Huo Shan to assassinate.

……

"You mean, five blood-level warriors assassinated you? Did you use martial arts from the Western Regions?"

After Zhao Lin killed Tuzha, he transported the five corpses back to his residence one by one, then went straight to the Red Banyan Pavilion in the inner courtyard, and informed Yang Lin, the head of the courtyard, about the incident.

Before Yang Lin finished listening, his face was already flushed red, his horoscope kept shaking, obviously he was extremely angry.

"Raging Flame Knife, Burning Wood Fist, are you sure it's these two skills?"

"Yes, there are shadow flames on the edge of the energy, exactly as the elders and teachers have said."

Zhao Lin recalled it for a while, and said with certainty, "And I also heard them talking. One is called Dibu and the other is called Lasu. Their names don't look like those from the Central Plains."

"Take me to see!"

Yang Lin stood up abruptly, strode out of the pavilion, walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, and said to the four teachers: "Have you heard what Zhao Lin said just now?"

"I heard it!" Liu Shengnian and others replied in unison.

"Sheng Nian, report this to the head immediately."

"Zhou Qing, Wei Hong, and Xuan Cheng, you go to the law enforcement elders and send people to bring back all the disciples guarding the mountain, not one less!"

As Yang Lin spoke, he untied the jade badge from his waist and handed it to Zhou Qing: "The matter is urgent, you take this to the law enforcement elder, and he will help."

The four instructors responded in unison: "Yes."

Zhao Lin knew that Yang Lin was worried that other disciples would encounter the same thing, so he waited patiently.

"Let's go!"

After Yang Lin finished his explanation, he greeted Zhao Lin to hurry down the mountain.

The matter was urgent, Yang Lin borrowed two exotic horses from the sect, and rode to Guyan Mountain with Zhao Lin.

There are not only strange beasts in the Yanyun Mountains, but also mutated wild horses.

However, the mutated wild horses are wild and difficult to tame, so the people of Yu Beast Hall used the best horses to breed with the mutated wild horses to give birth to the mutated horses.

It was the first time for Zhao Lin to ride a foreign horse, and he didn't think it was good at first, but after a long time, he realized the difference.

Ordinary horses can only sprint tens of miles at high speed, and no matter how long the distance is, they will be easily injured or even run to death.

Exotic horses have no such problem, their endurance is astonishing, and they go uphill and downhill like walking on flat ground, and they don't show fatigue at all in the long-distance raids in the mountains.

After about an hour, the two arrived at Guyan Mountain.

Looking at the collapsed wall and the five corpses on the ground, Yang Lin's complexion changed slightly. He stretched out his palm and pressed on the corpses one by one.

After the death of a martial artist, the circulation of qi and blood stops, but the traces of cultivation are still there. Yuanjing martial artists have the ability to check their original cultivation base.

Yang Lin found out that among the five people, there were three blood level two, two blood level three, all aged around 40 years old, with solid meridians and strong viscera, so he looked at Zhao Lin suspiciously.

This kind of blood warrior in the prime of life has extremely strong combat power.

It's like a 20-year-old young man with peak speed, flexibility, and reaction, but he can't compare with a 40-year-old man in his [-]s when fighting.

The sun is strongest at noon, but it is the hottest time of the day in the late afternoon. The two are the same.

If Zhao Lin escaped from the hands of these five people, Yang Lin could barely understand it, but killing these five blood-level masters in one go would be too unimaginable!

"The heart veins of these people are different from ordinary people. The surface of the fist and the center of the palm are dark red in color, with plum blossom spots. It can be seen that they have cultivated the palm strength of the Binghuo class."

"Comparing with what you said before, it is certain that the Flame Palm and the Burning Wood Fist are the unique martial arts of the Weizi Flame Sect in the Western Region."

Yang Lin temporarily suppressed his doubts, pointed at the corpse and said.

"Raging Flame Sect..."

Zhao Lin muttered something softly, and frowned in confusion.

Seeing what he was thinking, Yang Lin grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and wiped his hands clean, "You must be wondering why the most powerful sect in the Western Regions would send someone from thousands of miles away to kill you, a young man you have never met?"

Zhao Lin hurriedly found a clean towel and offered it, "Are they worried that the disciple will win a good ranking in the martial arts competition?"

Yang Lin took the towel and smiled, "You are very smart, you guessed it right!"

"But this disciple is only ranked fifth in the inner courtyard..."

"Only fifth?"

Yang Lin shook his head and interrupted, "How old are you this year?"

"nineteen."

"Yeah, you're only 19 years old, and you'll just turn 20 when you meet next year. Do you understand?"

Yang Lin's eyes flickered, "23, 26, 29, this means you can participate in four full martial arts tournaments!"

"What they are worried about is not the present, but the terrifying potential you have shown!"

Zhao Lin was speechless.

Yang Lin stared at Zhao Lin, and continued, "Guess how they know your strength?"

Zhao Lin immediately reacted, "Neibihui?"

If something like this happens, there must be a traitor tipped off.The assassination happened less than a month after the end of Nai Pyi Hui, indicating that the traitor was probably in Liyangzong or Zhennanzong.

If the traitor is in Xingyunzong's inner courtyard, there is no need to wait until now.

Yang Lin nodded, "I think so too. Although He Liancheng from the Liyang Sect won the first prize in Nebihui, you are the one who performed the best."

"There is no other reason, but the word age!"

Zhao Lin thought for a while and asked, "Head of the Academy, who knows that I am practicing in Guyan Mountain?"

Yang Lin looked approving, and said: "On the surface, not many people know about it, but it's not a secret. As long as you pay attention, even ordinary servants can find out about it."

He sighed as he spoke, "It seems that my Xing Yunzong must also be cleaned up!"

Zhao Lin glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Headmaster, since it is clear that Raging Flame Sect did it, what method will the sect take?"

Yang Lin's expression darkened when he heard this, "The martial arts competition is held every three years, and these people are actually taking the wrong edge and thinking about crooked ways. I'm afraid they really think that there is no one in my Central Plains."

"Don't worry, there will definitely be an explanation for this matter, whether it's Witz or Raging Flame Sect, the blood must be let out!"

(End of this chapter)