Magical Mystery Tour

Chapter 11 Do you think this can hurt me?

Yang Lin was overjoyed. Well, it's really good that he could finally solve this stinky boy. He seemed to have seen Qin Cangyu fall in a pool of blood, and the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably upturned.

But he never thought that at the moment when his dagger was about to poke into Qin Cangyu's body, he was still again, and his whole body stopped there, even maintaining the sprint.

Yang Lin's mind turned quickly, and a terrible idea popped up in his mind in an instant. He remembered what happened in the inn. Was it the young man in black coming?

Although Yang Lin's body can't move, a pair of eyes are dripping around. Normally, he should sleep in the inn now. Besides, he doesn't know this boy well. It's impossible, absolutely not him!

Zhang Kuang showed a touch of surprise, and then relaxed. It doesn't matter whether Qin Cangyu dies or not. The important thing is that he can't die in the hands of the Luoxue School. After all, Confucian people can't afford to provoke now.

"Amitabha, Brother Qin, why are you so embarrassed? Did you lose the duel with Jianzong?"

A little monk in gray came over, followed by a young man in black trousers.

The comers are the meditation and Yi Jingnian.

Qin Cangyu didn't wait for the end of his imagination. When he heard this familiar voice, he couldn't help showing surprise, and soon returned to his indifferent appearance.

"Yo, the little monk is here. Go cool down. Didn't you see that I'm fighting?"

"Well, brother, why are you here too?" Qin Cangyu was a little surprised when he noticed Yi Jingnian after Jing's self-cultivation.

"I'm just passing by here." Yi Jingnian said calmly.

"Brother Qin, did you win or lose this game?"

"Naturally, we won." Qin Cangyu said proudly.

"Then why do you have a sword in your chest?" Meditation and question.

Qin Cangyu was a little embarrassed and said stubbornly, "What do you know? This is the swordsmanship I just realized, called hiding the sword on the body."

The meditation did not ask any further. He walked to Qin Cangyu, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Bingling sword. Qin Cangyu shivered in pain.

Jingxiu stretched out his palm and stroked the wound gently. The faint golden light overflowed from the palm of his hand. The compassionate breath of Buddhism slowly flowed into Qin Cangyu's wound. Qin Cangyu first trembled all over and then relaxed.

He seemed to be gently illuminated by the rising morning sun, and a warmth enveloped his whole body. After a while, he felt that he had fallen into a hot spring. The soft warmth wrapped himself tightly, and Qin Cangyu closed his eyes comfortably.

"Amitabha, a poisonous sword, a little cold poison soaked in the heart later, and it will be useless if it is cured."

Jingxiu withdrew his palm and still didn't forget to add one sentence. Qin Cangyu was stunned by Jingxiu, and then retorted: "Little Jingxiu, what kind of medicine do you know as a monk? The young master's injury is clear to yourself. Don't talk nonsense there."

The retreat returned the ice sword to Zhang Kuang: "There are too many souls in this sword. It's ominous. It's better not to use the ber."

Zhang Kuang silently took the sword and pointed to Yang Lin and said, "Can you let my younger brother go? Thank you very much."

The retreat looks at the year of Yi Jing.

Yi Jingnian was indifferent.

Jing Xiu sighed, reached out, grabbed Yang Lin and threw it to Zhang Kuang.

"Thank you, little master."

Yang Lin's legs were weak at this moment. He knew that Yi Jingnian was so powerful that he didn't even dare to say anything. He used his eyes to signal Zhang Kuang to take him away quickly.

Zhang Kuang looked around at the other brothers who fell to the ground and said to the three people, "Say goodbye." After saying that, he pulled Yang Lin around and left.

Yi Jingnian suddenly said, "Do I let you go?"

Zhang Kuang stopped and said, "Your Excellency, what else do you want to do?"

"He has to stay."

Yang Lin saw that Yi Jingnian was staring at him, and his face suddenly turned pale and his heart was frightened. It was okay to stay!

He hurriedly begged Zhang Kuang to take himself away. Zhang Kuang said, "This is my brother. If I offend you, I will apologize to you for him, and I will also hand him over to the master."

"Brother Yi, when will the injustice be reprisal? Let them go." Meditation and help.

"Brother, forget it. The fight is over. Let them go." Qin Cangyu followed.

"Shut up."

Yi Jingnian scolded.

"I don't interrupt."

"He must leave today." Zhang Kuang's attitude is very resolute, and he is even ready to work hard. Other brothers can ignore it, but Yang Lin must bring back the Falling Snow School, because Yang Lin's other identity is the son of the master, so even if he fights to death, he will take Yang Lin away.

" Jie Jie, you are really in love with the same family. Come on, let me see how sad you will be when he dies?"

Yi Jingnian outlined a grim smile, and the magnificent breath suddenly gushed out of him and rushed towards Yang Lin like huge waves. Zhang Rang wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but found that he could do nothing at all. When his hand was slightly raised, he was suppressed by the breath, and even it was difficult to breathe.

What kind of cultivation is this? Zhang Kuang is powerless to stop it, just like a flat boat in the sea, so he has to drift with the tide. The breath hit Yang Lin in an instant. With a bang, Zhang Kuang saw Yang Lin blow up into a blood fog and sprinkled silently on the ground.

"Brother." Zhang Kuang's eyes were red and his whole body was full of blood. He stretched out his hand to fish for the blood fog, leaving only a little crushed meat residue in his hand.

"Amitabha, sin and sin." I can't bear to retreat. Don't go away. He has always been a monk. He grew up in a temple and was kind-hearted.

Qin Cangyu was stunned. He knew that Yi Jingnian's cultivation was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong, and he would take people's lives if he didn't agree. Fortunately, he didn't offend him in the inn, otherwise he didn't know how to die.

"You killed my brother, and I will kill you to avenge him."

Zhang's blood surged to his head, and his eyes were red. At this moment, he was crazy and just wanted to take Yi Jingnian's life.

He was just injured by Qin Cangyu and couldn't move for the time being, so he had to secretly accumulate his strength. Seeing Yang Lin's death, he was furious, and his whole body pulled the ice sword. The scarlet sword body became more and more evil, just like a b****y flame.

He looked at everything and frowned, "Burning the origin attracts the evil sword. Your sword is too bloodthirsty. It is an ominous thing and may devour the Lord at any time. Now you do this, you don't want to die?"

Qin Cangyu's face was full of urgency, and Chong Yi Jingnian shouted, "Brother, be careful, that sword is very strange!"

Zhang Kuang shot out in a hurry. He was very fast, and his irritable breath drew a ditch in the place where he passed. This is his desperate blow, burning the origin of life to improve his cultivation in a short time. What he thought was very simple, that is, he wanted to die with Yi Jingnian!

"Very good. I have a lot of courage to use the sword as the body and the hilt of myself. But do you think this can hurt me?"

Yi Jingnian was as calm as water, and the endless true qi lingered around him, bringing up a piece of flying sand and stone. Zhang Kuang also came quickly. In just one breath, the sharp ice sword was one foot in front of his forehead.