Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

The scene of the villains rushing at him, which he had imagined, did not happen. Looking at the three people opposite him who were in a state of panic, Lin Sheng wondered why they were not following the expected pattern.

Hurry up and attack, or how am I supposed to defend myself?

The three men looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

"Just kidding, with the strength to kick my senior brother away in one kick, who would dare to go?"

"I haven't even done a proper training method. If anything breaks, I'll definitely get kicked out of the dojo. I'm not going!"

"Mom, weren't we supposed to be here to show off our power? Why is there a part where we get beaten up?"

Everyone has their own thoughts, but without exception, none of them want to take the lead.

Lin Sheng didn't waste any more time with them and simply said, "Since none of you want to fight, then pay up the money."

"Fifty taels, not a penny less."

Fifty taels was no small sum. Realizing they really had to pay that money, one of the men with thick eyebrows hurriedly said, "Fifty taels could buy so many of these soup pots! This is an outrageous price!"

Lin Sheng was so angry he laughed; he had never expected to hear such a response.

Having a boomerang was bad enough, but I never expected to have to charge upwards while being hit by one.

However, he had no intention of reasoning with the other party, and it seemed that the other party was not going to give it to him.

"It seems the only way to impress them is through the allure of numbers," Lin Sheng thought, waving his arm.

The three people opposite were startled by this action, fearing that Lin Sheng's fist would come rushing towards them.

Suddenly, a man rushed to the two fruits that had just fallen to the ground, picked them up, blew on them, carefully wiped off the dust with his clothes, and then handed them to Lin Sheng: "Fellow Daoist, these are Jade Fruits, each worth ten taels of silver. Take them."

Lin Sheng took them and held them in his hand. Based on his previous experience, he determined that the two precious plants were roughly worth that much.

"This time it's free?"

The other party quickly shook his head: "No money, no money, as long as you are satisfied, fellow Daoist."

"Fine, that's enough for you. Get lost."

After handing the two precious plants to Manager Zhang, Lin Sheng waved his hand.

Upon hearing Lin Sheng's reply, he quickly responded, "Yes, yes!"

Then he ran away without looking back, and no one stopped him.

At the same time, the people around Lin Sheng looked at him with more respect, and they also paid more attention to Manager Zhang.

After all, everyone saw that Lin Sheng was acting on behalf of Manager Zhang.

Seeing one of them run away, the other two became even more anxious, and in their hearts they cursed the man for his disloyalty.

The thick-browed man who had just been complaining regretted not reacting sooner.

Losing Baozhi is a small matter; losing yourself is a big one!

Having finally sought the divine intervention and had the opportunity to change their fate, who would be foolish enough to cause trouble for themselves?

The Nine Blades Sect is a large and powerful organization, so a little loss is nothing; at worst, they'll just face more punishment!

With this thought in mind, the thick-browed man gritted his teeth and rushed toward his senior brother who had just been knocked to the ground, grabbing his pocket and shouting, "Fellow Daoist, he's rich! I saw him sell quite a lot today!"

I'll give it to you!

Everyone was stunned by this action; who would have thought that someone would start taking money from the dead in broad daylight?

Lin Sheng shook his head and said, "This dojo really takes in all sorts of trash."

"What you say makes sense, young friend. Our Nine Blades Sect should indeed clean up this garbage."

The sudden sound reached Lin Sheng's ears, and he immediately realized that it was a telepathic transmission.

Looking into the distance, they saw the man who had just escaped being carried by a tall man with one hand, bleeding profusely.

The man, with phoenix eyes and wearing sleeves, looked at Lin Sheng while covering the lower half of his face with a fan.

The fan's edges gleamed metallically in the sunlight, and a sharp, golden object protruded from its tip.

The man threw the person in his arms from a distance. The person landed on the ground with a "thud." The person's limbs were bent, blood was spurting from the mouth and nose, and the face was blurred.

The horrific scene was so appalling that it immediately scared away the crowd that was still watching.

Manager Zhang's face turned pale, and he looked at Lin Sheng, his lips trembling slightly.

"Our Nine Blades Sect has always been known for its benevolence, righteousness, and might. Today, our reputation has been tarnished by these scumbags, making us a laughingstock for you, young friend."

A voice drifted to her ear, but in an instant, the person appeared beside the man with thick eyebrows, staring at him.

The man with thick eyebrows looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, and immediately knelt down, trembling as he said, "Senior Brother Zhang... Senior Brother Zhang."

The man simply smiled, then waved his fan, and the thick-browed man stared wide-eyed, no longer making a move.

Lin Sheng saw a red line appear on the man's neck, followed by the head sliding off and rolling to the side. Blood spurted high, landing on the surrounding walls and the ground, but not a single drop landed on the man.

"Oh!"

Manager Zhang had never seen anything like this before. He screamed, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. He was dragged into the shop by the shop assistant.

The man closed his fan and bowed to Lin Sheng, saying, "I wonder if this is enough to apologize to you, young friend?"

Without giving Lin Sheng a reply, he said, "I will take the remaining person back to the sect and deal with him myself, so there's no need for you to trouble yourself, young friend."

Upon hearing this, the remaining person collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.

"Their methods are truly ruthless; they've come with ill intentions."

Lin Sheng did not lower his guard because of the other party's attitude. Moreover, the other party's behavior did not seem like a normal expression of apology, but rather a declaration of strength and a warning.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Zhang Baisheng, a disciple of the Nine Blades Sect. Because I joined the sect early, I am often called Senior Brother Zhang."

I happened to pass by here today and saw my disciples behaving recklessly, so I took action to teach them a lesson.

Then he looked at Lin Sheng with a scrutinizing gaze: "I see that you are also a cultivator, young friend. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Flying Swallow? Golden Crabapple? Or Frosty Dew?

"In a way, this can be considered making friends. Consider those two jade fruits a gift to my friend."

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhang has already regulated the behavior of the disciples, let's leave it at that."

As fellow practitioners, we should focus our attention on other practitioners.

Lin Sheng skipped over the other party's topic. The other party was clearly not someone to be trifled with, and he didn't want to continue the conversation. If it came to a fight, he might be able to fight him, but then he wouldn't be able to protect Manager Zhang. Besides, the green fruit he had gained for free far outweighed any losses.

Zhang Baisheng ignored Lin Sheng's reply and said instead, "Recently, it is said that there is a new cultivator in town who entered through the Song Family Medical Hall. He is neither in my Nine Blades, nor in Fei Yan, Jin Tang, nor Shuang Shi Zi."

Instead, he became a disciple of the Liuyun Pavilion, which was the target of public criticism.

Young friend, do you know this person?

"I know him, but I don't know why you're looking for him?"

"Naturally, I want to ask why you want to join the Flowing Cloud Pavilion. Even if you don't join my Nine Blades, what other pavilions aren't good places to go?"

"Oh, I might know the reason."

"I would like to hear the details."

Lin Sheng stared at the other person and said, "Maybe they don't like those androgynous monsters."

Since we can't avoid it, let's just face it head-on.

Zhang Baisheng's eyes immediately darkened: "Wow, that's really direct."

"Did you just give this reason without thinking it through?"

"And yet I went and meticulously demonstrated my abilities to you using those two people, just like a schoolteacher."

"If I don't put it bluntly, how can I make this transvestite face reality?"

"Hehe, then you can be even more direct."

After Lin Sheng finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment.

"court death!!"

Suddenly, Zhang Baisheng rushed in front of Lin Sheng, raised the iron fan in his hand and slammed it down. Lin Sheng immediately felt a huge force pressing down on him.

Instinctively channeling his profound energy between his legs, Lin Sheng unleashed the Bee Shadow technique.

"Bang!"

The loud noise shook the entire street, shattering the steps in front of the restaurant, breaking the bricks and stones on the ground, exposing the soil underneath, and sending dust flying.

Lin Shengan appeared to the side, his expression extremely serious.

Zhang Baisheng slowly stood up, stood among the rubble, and looked at Lin Sheng: "Slow-witted, too slow-witted."

I thought you could dodge it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sheng felt a weight on his arm, and a wave of pain swept through his left forearm, causing his muscles to twitch.

They dodged it, but not completely.

"If I had taken that hit head-on, I'd probably be just like those pebbles now."

Lin Sheng pondered silently, but still straightened up and looked directly at Zhang Baisheng.

"Right now, I am undoubtedly the strongest. Even without using Xuan Qi, my speed and strength are superior to yours, and my cultivation is no less than yours."

He sized up Lin Sheng's forced composure and said, "Hmph, are you trying to test how much stronger I am than you?"

Zhang Baisheng covered his face with his iron fan and laughed, kicked a pebble, and looked at Lin Sheng, who was barely holding on, and said, "Forget it, there's probably no need to test it anymore."

Lin Sheng looked at his left arm: "The test you're talking about, is it the strength that was less than that of the wild dog I just kicked to death by Nine Knives?"

They did give my arms, which had been tired for a long time, a good massage.

Zhang Baisheng raised his chin, his face hidden behind an iron fan, his eyes turning completely cold: "Why are all the people from Liuyun Pavilion so stubbornly unwilling to admit defeat?"

With a "whoosh," Zhang Baisheng snapped his fan shut and chuckled coldly, "Heh, then I'll accept your pointless provocation and test you a little further."

The next moment, Zhang Baisheng disappeared from the spot, and a strong gust of wind rushed towards him.

Bee Shadow!

Lin Sheng disappeared from his spot, and the place where he had just stood was once again ravaged by a heavy blow.

Zhang Baisheng looked toward the location where Lin Sheng had appeared, and was about to rush over when several golden swords came rushing toward him.

"Boring!"

The iron fan opened, and a layer of silver light covered the fan surface. Only a smooth silver light could be seen flashing in the air, and the golden sword shattered instantly.

After finishing, Zhang Baisheng looked at Lin Sheng and appeared in a flash, his fan flashing across Lin Sheng's terrified eyes.

"As expected, all he knows is a little bit..."

As he was thinking this, the "Lin Sheng" in front of him suddenly exploded, and Zhang Baisheng was covered by a lot of smoke, and could no longer see anything.

He waved his fan fiercely, creating gusts of wind, but he couldn't dispel the fog.

"snort!"

Just as he was about to cast his spell, the mist was squeezed inward, and surging flames burst through the smoke and rushed towards him!

He immediately realized that the flame was not ordinary, and opened his fan to take action.

.......

Lin Sheng watched as Zhang Baisheng was enveloped in roaring flames, and the talismans in his hand slowly dissipated.

"First came the Miasma Eye Talisman, then the Fire Gathering Talisman. Master's talismans are really effective; they can even fool cultivators."

"If only it were more powerful, it would be best if it could burn everything to ashes."

As soon as the talisman in his hand dissipated, Lin Sheng immediately replaced it with a new one, and so on, consuming them continuously.

Although talismans have limited effects, they can be used in large quantities.

If these talismans don't work, Lin Sheng has a final solution: the wooden plaque with lightning-attracting patterns that he obtained from his master.

He refused to believe that the weapon his master had carved for self-preservation couldn't kill a mere cultivator.

After witnessing the opponent's strength, he no longer intended to engage in a one-on-one confrontation.

If the opponent can kill you with a single basic attack, stealing a kill is the best option.

"My current methods are still too limited. Apart from the bee shadow and talismans, I have almost no other means."

I thought we had a solution, but it seems it's still not enough.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in the flames, and a strong sense of danger made Lin Sheng instinctively dodge.

Flames exploded, and sparks flew from the fan in Zhang Baisheng's hand. His clothes were also torn, and his expression was no longer as dignified as before, with obvious anger in his eyes.

"Kid! You're dead today!"

Lin Sheng gripped the waist token in his hand, about to make a move, when he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Junior brother, this wooden plaque of yours is made of lightning-struck wood, don't waste it."

Then Cao Xingyi used his spear to knock Zhang Baisheng, who was poised to attack, into the air, where he crashed heavily into the rubble.

Zhang Baisheng staggered to his feet, his face covered in dust, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and looked at Cao Xingyi in shock: "How did you get here!"

Cao Xingyi shouldered his spear and said, "You bullied the people of my Liuyun Pavilion, how could I not be here?"

You, a pure-blooded cultivator, bully a cultivator who hasn't even entered the realm. Don't you have any shame?

"When did the Nine Blades Sect become a gym that produces nothing but trash? Oh, you guys were always a trash gym."

"Damn you, you surnamed Cao!"

Zhang Baisheng flew into a rage, unleashing his profound energy. The iron fan in his hand shone with silver light, extending several meters before transforming into a dazzling silver light that charged forward with a furious roar.

Cao Xingyi brandished his spear and shook hands: "A mere trifle."

With a flick of the spear tip, a burst of fire appeared, and the spear thrust horizontally like lightning.

Then Lin Sheng saw Zhang Baisheng spit out blood and fly out, crashing back into the deep pit he had created.

Standing with his spear planted firmly, Cao Xingyi, his back to Lin Sheng, asked, "Junior Brother, did you see clearly?"

"Did you see that? Which part did you mean, senior brother?"

Lin Sheng nodded. He hadn't expected his usually unreliable senior brother to be so powerful, shooting Zhang Baisheng so hard that he coughed up blood with a single shot.

Moreover, judging from what was just said, Zhang Baisheng is a cultivator who has entered the realm. Although he is the lowest level of Pure Blood cultivator, he is no longer an ordinary person.

"With just one shot, you managed to knock Zhang Baisheng completely bewildered. Senior brother's strength is truly impressive."

Senior brother is probably already at the Pure Blood Realm or higher.

Then Lin Sheng heard Cao Xingyi say, "Of course it's the part about Senior Brother's demeanor, isn't he dashing!"

I rushed over the moment I heard you were in trouble, just to stand up for you, my junior brother.

First time?

Lin Sheng fanned away the strong scent of rouge that Cao Xingyi left as she passed by, then glanced at the only open window in the brothel in the distance.

Many beautiful women were staring intently in their direction, their gaze fixed on a man standing with a gun in his hand.

Senior brother, were you woken up by the noise or did you come to save me?

After taking a few deep breaths, Lin Sheng said, "Yes, Senior Brother, you are still as dashing as ever. Junior Brother is extremely grateful."

"Hey, once you're in the country, I guarantee these trash won't be a match for you anymore."

Then the figure disappeared, and Zhang Baisheng was thrown from the deep pit in front of Lin Sheng, weak and powerless, with resentment in his eyes.

Before Lin Sheng could figure out what was going on, Cao Xingyi reappeared, patted Lin Sheng on the shoulder, and asked, "Junior brother, did he hit you?"

"yes".

"Go slap him twice, so he'll remember this lesson!"

Lin Sheng glanced at Cao Xingyi, then at the weakened Zhang Baisheng, and straightened his chest, shouting, "Yes!"