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Chapter 173 I am your ancestor

Mo Qi raised her hand feebly, and finally she could only grit her teeth and say in discouragement: "It's fine."

Yu Lin let go, without looking back: "Next."

Mo Qi walked to the side, hesitated for a moment and still asked persistently: "Did you use Tai Chi moves just now? Are you from the Wudang school?"

Yu Lin smiled slightly at Mo Qi: "Sorry, I have no comment."

Fang Qingle stood opposite Yu Lin, and said in a cold voice, "Please enlighten me."

Thinking of what Fang Zhuhen had done, Yu Lin felt even more displeased when he saw this troublesome Fang in front of him.

Fang Qingle: "I'm ready, let's start."

Yu Lin didn't say a word, he turned around and pushed his palms directly, and Fang Qingle's punching movements were completely resolved in an instant with a move of Tai Chi Yunshou.

Before Fang Qingle could react, Yu Lin changed his steps and moved to the position behind him in a few steps.

At the same time, Yu Lin raised his palm, and the movement of the knife with a strong wind stopped at the position a few millimeters behind Fang Qingle's neck.

Looking at the person in front of her who was sweating uncontrollably, she stopped, patted Fang Qingle's shoulder instead, and tried to persuade, "Don't be so beaten up next time you go out, okay?"

Fang Qingle's fingers trembled slightly, but he had to admit that if Yu Lin had wanted to attack him just now, he would have probably already been lying on the ground unconscious.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Yu Lin didn't use the slightest bit of spiritual power in the whole process, no matter in the battle with Mo Qi or him!

The woman in front of her was just an ordinary person, but within a few strokes, she beat them who had cultivated since childhood without any chance of fighting back.

Fang Qingle looked embarrassed: "Who the hell are you?"

Hearing the familiar question again, Yu Lin stroked his loose hair and sighed slightly.

Just when a few people thought she was going to confess something, Yu Lin spit out a few words in a straight voice——

"I am your ancestor."

Fang Qingle immediately got angry: "You! Don't go too far!"

Mo Qi stopped Fang Qingle who was impulsively wanting to do something, and calmly said:
"Fellow Daoist Yu, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. After all, this is still in the Fang family. We just want to know your identity. If you have no family or sect, we might as well introduce you to some of you at tomorrow's discussion meeting."

For ordinary wandering Taoist priests or ascetics with no background or sect, Mo Qi's conditions are not unattractive.

But it's a pity that the chat partner is Yu Lin.

And it was Yu Lin who was disturbed at the time when he was supposed to sleep.

Therefore, Master Yu's not-so-beautiful mood was completely shattered, and he lost all patience:

"Check the time, sister, it's eleven o'clock in the evening, not eleven o'clock in the noon. Normally, I should be lying on a big soft bed now instead of drinking northwest wind with you here in the dark."

Mo Qi was at a loss for words.

Yu Lin lazily said: "I'm just a nobody, so I won't trouble you to introduce him."

After speaking, she turned and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Yu Lin seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned around and threatened with a smile:

"I forgot to say, I'm more afraid of being famous, so—"

Fang Qingle's face darkened, and she spoke with difficulty: "We won't tell the outside world."

Yu Lin snapped his fingers, turned and left without hesitation.

Seeing Yu Lin's figure disappear into the night, Fang Qingping finally spoke cautiously:

"Brother... what is her identity?

(End of this chapter)