Campus belle's cultivation master

Jiang Junwei's face suddenly changed. He shrunk his neck and said cautiously, "you're talking about the famous master Lin? Ouch, he is an ancient genius and the son of heaven. How can I compare with him... "

He has a lot of friends in the world of cultivation, and he is in the door and out of the door.

In the past year, Lin Zixuan, the son of heaven, slaughtered the seven heavenly masters, huolianzhenwuzong and Yang Dingfeng. Later, he came to the Ji family in Yunzhou to kill the gods. The killing was so bloody that many families bowed their heads and became slaves.

Such a big name, not to mention the little master of Dongsheng martial arts school in Shouchun city. Even if you look at the whole cultivation world, who dares to compete?

"Ha ha, Lin Zixuan? He's nothing! It's worthy of heaven's proud son? " Liao Xin slapped his wine glass on the table, shaking his head and shouting, "if I see him on this trip to Tianlan sect, I will let the waste wood try the edge of my ancient sword gate!"

Liao Ping frowned and scolded unhappily: "be careful! Even if Lin Zixuan had a rift in his way and his accomplishments had fallen back, he was still a proud man who once reached the top of martial arts. It's not something you and I can disgrace! "

"Cousin, you're the leader of our ancient sword sect. You're the hope to pick the beam. Don't be so spineless, OK?" Liao Xin was very unconvinced. He yelled with a grin, and his face was full of contempt. "No matter how powerful Lin used to be, he is a useless man now. What's the old saying? The Phoenix on the shelf is not as good as the chicken!

A few days ago, I heard that Lin Zixuan's state of mind plummeted after the battle of killing God in Ji's family in Yunzhou. He had hemoptysis every day, which was like tuberculosis. Now he can't even deal with ordinary people. "

Liao Ping's face was more gloomy: "hearsay is not enough to be believed. Even if Lin Zixuan really reached that level, he slaughtered the demigod in the realm of Heavenly Master, which is still famous forever. "

"Cousin, don't forget that the fifth uncle died in the hands of Lin. his flesh and blood became mud. It's a great revenge for killing my father, and it's also a great shame for the whole ancient sword sect. Do you really want to revenge? This visit to lanzong is a great opportunity to avenge

"Enough!" Liao Ping slapped the table hard, and his forehead became blue. His whole face turned purple. "In the fight of martial arts, death and injury are inevitable. My father's ability is inferior to others, and he has no regrets. At the meeting with zongmen on that day, I personally swore that gujianmen would never dare to fight against Lin Zixuan. Do you want me to break my promise? "

Revenge? Liao Zhihua is slapped by Lin Zixuan. How can he not want revenge? But the enemy is too strong, just think about the name, he can't help his legs straight shivering, can't rise the slightest sense of war.

If you insist on going your own way, if you don't manage the ancient sword gate well, you will be like the Ji family in Yunzhou and face the disaster of the extinction of the sect!

Liao Xin turned his lips and lowered his voice: "the situation has changed a lot now. Those surnamed Lin have become waste. After all, they are different from before."

"Taking advantage of the danger of others and falling into the well, this means is too humble, far from being done by a gentleman." Liao Ping clenched his teeth, raised his face and said, "this matter should not be mentioned again in the future."

Liao Xin didn't expect that his cousin was so cowardly that he drank all the wine in his glass: "you don't want to avenge the killing of your father, but I can't swallow it. If that Lin Zixuan appeared in front of me, I would not hesitate to draw my sword and cut him down! "

Seeing the cold atmosphere, Jiang Junwei quickly picked up the cup and said with a smile, "come on, I'll give you a toast!"

Separated by a wall, Lin Yu listened to the conversation of the people on the opposite side. He thought it was quite interesting, and he couldn't help laughing.

Since the news of the road crack and the retreat of cultivation spread, many self righteous practitioners have been thinking about his head.

However, with these people's mediocrity, it's really difficult to take him as a stepping stone to the road of martial arts.

Liao Ping is undoubtedly a wise man. No wonder he was able to convince the public at a young age and became the leader of the ancient sword gate, but his cousin seems to be a little lacking in heart

Just at this time, the door gently knocked, a Fang came in with a tray, put a basin of soup on the table, and whispered: "little boss, please use it slowly..."

Lin Yu squinted and asked, "what's this dish?"

"Well, it's a famous special dish in Huaixi. It's called Zhonghe soup. Tourists from other places should admire it." A Fang twisted two small hands, clearly introduced, "choose a good old tofu, carefully cut into small pieces the size of rice, remove the bean smell, and then put in winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, lean meat, boil over high fire, add seasoning."

As she spoke, she scooped out a small bowl with a spoon and handed it to Lin Yu carefully in both hands: "this dish is hundreds of years old. It tastes delicious and never gets tired of eating. Little boss, try it. "

Having learned the lesson not long ago, she is now cautious and more respectful, for fear that she will not say anything again, which will upset the young people in front of her.

"Not bad." Lin Yu took a sip of the soup and nodded. Then he stared at the young girl in front of him.

A Fang blushed, raised her hand to caress her hair, and lowered her eyes: "little boss, you..."

Lin Yu took back his sight and told him without expression: "take off your shoes."

"Ah?" A Fang was startled, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

What's the meaning of this? Want her to take off her shoes? Is this serious, unsmiling little guy not a good person, and he has other bad thoughts about himself?

She is a girl from the countryside to the city. She has been influenced by her parents since childhood and is very sensitive to the relationship between men and women. Now a man who has just known her orders her to take off her shoes coldly, so she has to think more.

"Little... Little boss..." she shivered, a little at a loss, "you want... Me..."

Lin Yu frowned and glanced at her coldly: "what's the matter? Didn't you hear me? "

"Listen... I hear you." Ah Fang bit his lip, leaned down slightly and kicked off his pink sneaker.

"Enough." Lin Yu stretched out a hand and said, "give it to me."

A Fang sniffed and tears rolled around her eyes. She was both afraid and disappointed in the young people in front of her.

If this guy is really not a good man, and not only not a good man, but also a pervert, he even likes his feet!

A Fang, full of humiliation and trembling, raised her slender leg and handed the little foot over.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yu glared at him and asked, "what's wrong with your brain? I want your shoes. Who wants your feet? "