Mortal: I will establish an immortal dynasty among mortals

Chapter 9
The people present were all experts. As soon as Yang Lin approached, the four of them noticed it and turned their heads to look over.

Wang Juechu saw Yang Lin at a glance. After Yang Lin came closer, he cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Elder Yang."

Yang Lin also cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "It turns out to be the leader Wang. I wonder if the leader has anything to do with Yang?"

"Wang is here to introduce you. These three are Wang's uncles, and they are also the background of our Qixuan Sect. I really have something to discuss with Elder Yang."

When Wang Juechu introduced his three uncles, a look of pride appeared on his face involuntarily, and he looked at Yang Lin with a smile.

Yang Lin had a keen sense of consciousness. Although Wang Juechu introduced the identities of the three people with a smile on his face, there was a hint of threat in his eyes.

Yang Lin frowned. Could it be that Master Wang took the wrong medicine?Yang Lin asked himself that he had kept a low profile enough, but Wang Juechu came to the door with three uncles from the Qixuan Sect, and his words were threatening.

"Oh, I don't know what Headmaster Wang wants to discuss with Yang!"

Yang Lin looked as usual, as if he didn't feel Wang Juechu's threatening words, and just looked at Wang Juechu and the four people calmly.

"The main reason is that I heard that Elder Yang took in a disciple, Li Feiyu, who has very poor fundamentals. I didn't expect Elder Yang to train him so well in just half a year."

"Now the conflict between our Qixuanmen and the Wild Wolf Gang has become more and more intense. If Elder Yang can help our Qixuanmen and cultivate a group of elite disciples, there is no need to worry about the Wild Wolf Gang being destroyed!"

After hearing Wang Juechu's words, Yang Lin finally understood why the four of them came together. It turned out that he somehow learned that Li Feiyu was his apprentice, and he trained him into a master in just half a year.

This is to show courtesy first and then attack with force!It would be fine if he agreed, but if he didn't, I'm afraid Wang Juechu and the other four would take action against him.

Moreover, as soon as he hands over the method of cultivating his disciples, he will die inexplicably, or now they will directly attack him, capture him, and then ask for the method of cultivating him.

The fundamental reason for all this is that he is not a native elder of the Qixuan Sect, but a newly promoted elder. In addition, instead of accepting a disciple with good qualifications, he accepts a disciple with extremely poor qualifications, and this person is also related to the Qixuan Sect. There is discord among the top management.

Yang Lin saw Wang Juechu and the four of them looking at him at the same time, and he sneered in his heart.

"It's just that Li Feiyu has a special physique and is just suitable for that technique, so he can practice it so quickly. What's more, my technique can't be learned by anyone who wants to!"

After hearing Yang Lin's words, Wang Juechu and his three uncles looked unhappy, and they all looked at Yang Lin with unkind expressions.

Yang Lin also looked at them, showing no intention of flinching at all.

Seeing Yang Lin's performance, the burly man immediately took a step forward, looked at Yang Lin with a sneer and said, "I don't know how to praise."

He felt that Yang Lin was certain, so he was so confident and had no intention of handling the matter gently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he could see his body swelling again, and his already burly body became a bit more burly.

"In this case, I can only capture you first, and then I can force you to ask about that skill!"

He clenched his fist as big as a casserole, and like raindrops, with the sound of whistling wind, he smashed towards Yang Lin.

Yang Linzheng was worried that no one would be his sparring partner. Seeing the burly man attacking first, he naturally had no reason to resist and also punched back.

"Bang bang bang" a series of collision sounds came, and in just a moment, the two people's fists collided in the air more than a dozen times.

I saw the burly man retreating quickly, his face twitching, and his hands behind his back shaking slightly.

Wang Juechu and the other three were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly came to his side. They found that his face was twitching non-stop, and immediately checked his body.

Then they discovered that his fingers, which were originally about the size of a rolling pin, were enlarged and extremely red and swollen.

"Hiss" the three of them took a breath of cold air. After just a moment of fighting, his hand was so swollen. If he took a few more breaths, I'm afraid their junior uncle and junior brother would die on that spot. fell under the young man's fist.

The three of them looked at the young man at the same time, and saw Yang Lin looking at the three of them with a smile.

Seeing this scene, the three of them shuddered.

"Elder Yang is very powerful. Only a master like you can teach a wizard like Li Feiyu. I'll say goodbye if I bother you today."

Wang Juechu knew that even if the four of them went together, they would never be this person's opponent. He quickly hid the cold light in his eyes and chose to endure it for the time being, and then find a way to get rid of this person when he returned.

If this person doesn't die, they will be the unlucky ones in the future. Even if Elder Yang doesn't have other ideas, there's no guarantee that his disciples don't!

You must know that many of their juniors, the senior leaders of the Qixuan Sect, have ridiculed Li Feiyu, and so have some elders and protectors.

"Why, do you just want to run away like this?" Yang Lin naturally saw the cold light hidden deep in Wang Juechu's eyes.

Now that they have reached this point, they will not feel at ease unless they leave Qixuanmen.

If he had left before signing in and getting the Great Seal of the Great Desolate, he would have left, but now that he has decided to practice the Great Seal of the Great Desolate, the Seven Mysterious Sects cannot leave at will.

"Elder Yang, what do you mean by this? Do you still want to keep us?" Wang Juechu and his three uncles' expressions changed drastically, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley. "Let's go together, otherwise our Qixuanmen will really be doomed!" The burly man endured the pain in his fingers and shouted!
At this moment, they knew that they had offended someone they shouldn't have offended, but they had no regrets. Even if they didn't take action now, they would still do it in the future.

The only thing they regret is that they did not find out the opponent's strength. If they had known the opponent's strength, they would definitely not come to them so recklessly.

In the Jianghu, there are countless assassinations and it is impossible to prevent them.

As long as you have mastered the Tao, no matter how powerful you are, you will die without a burial place.It's a pity that everything is too late.

I saw a person pulling out a long sword from behind. As soon as the long sword came out of the body, it emitted an icy cold light, and at the front of the sword peak, a white light that was several inches long was flickering.

"Sword radiance! It seems that this is one of the masters who has cultivated the magic power of sword radiance. I just don't know how powerful it is. Can it break through my own defense?" Yang Lin glanced at the man holding the long sword and thought in his mind. .

And the man who looked like a Confucian scholar shook his hand, and more than ten poisonous darts flew towards Yang Lin's location at extremely fast speeds.

Although these poison darts are fast, they do not make a sound. They are silent and hard to guard against.

If the target was not Yang Lin, but someone else, I'm afraid he would have to wait until the poison dart came before he would notice it!
It can be seen that this Confucian man's hidden weapon skills have already reached the pinnacle.

Yang Lin destroyed the Vajra Art, and a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his body. As soon as the poison darts landed on the golden light, they made a tinkling sound and were bounced away by the golden light.

"How is this possible!" When the man in Confucian shirt saw this scene, he suddenly showed an incredible expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, his body spinning in place like a top, and then all kinds of hidden weapons flew out from where he was spinning, shooting densely towards Yang Lin.

But a scene that made the man in Confucian shirts despair appeared. None of the hidden weapons missed, and they all hit Yang Lin, but they couldn't hurt him at all. They were all blocked by the golden light.

After testing the power of the Vajra Art, Yang Lin didn't waste any more time. He swung his body, brought out afterimages, and flew toward the burly man.

Yang Lin's speed was so fast that even if the people present were top-notch experts, they still couldn't see Yang Lin's movement clearly. By the time they reacted, an afterimage had long been left on the spot.

"Third brother, be careful!" The man who had cultivated the sword light quickly warned when he saw Yang Lin running straight towards the burly man.

But it was too late. When the burly man finished listening to the big man's reminder, Yang Lin's body was already in front of him, and a golden fist smashed into the burly man's face.

With a "pop" sound, the burly man's head exploded like a watermelon with Yang Lin's punch, and red and white things flew everywhere.

"Three Brothers"

"Uncle"

Seeing the burly man die tragically on the spot, the remaining three people screamed in grief and rushed toward Yang Lin with blood-red eyes.

Wang Juechu also shouted and charged towards Yang Lin with the long sword in his hand.

Yang Lin snorted coldly, dodged again, and suddenly came to the man in Confucian shirt, and punched out again.

Although the man in Confucian shirt was on guard, Yang Lin's speed was so fast that he was also killed by Yang Lin with one punch before the man in Confucian shirt could react.

In just a few breaths of time, two sworn brothers who have known each other for hundreds of years were separated by yin and yang.

The big man with the long sword in his hand roared angrily and struck Yang Lin with his sword several times, approaching his vital points with every move.

Yang Lin didn't care about this, but took advantage of his own speed and turned to kill Wang Juechu again.

When Wang Juechu saw Yang Lin running directly towards him, his heart suddenly trembled. He waved his long sword in front of him and made a series of sword lights, covering all the gaps in front of him under the sword light.

Yang Lin smiled slightly, his fists glowed with golden light, and he ignored the sword light and went straight to hit him in the face.

"Seeking death!" Wang Juechu roared, swinging the sword in his hand even faster.

He knew that there was something strange about Yang Lin, and even the hidden weapon of his uncle could not break through Yang Lin's defense. However, his hand was not an ordinary long sword, but a sword that sharpened iron as much as mud.

This sword was many times sharper than that uncle's hidden weapon. Yang Lin dared to catch the light of his sword with his bare hands.

In his opinion, this was no different from seeking death. He could even imagine that Yang Lin's palm was cut with blood and bones by the sword light.

Obviously this scene did not appear. The next moment, a scene appeared that made his eyes fall.

When those sword lights struck Yang Lin's fist, a series of sparks erupted, as if Yang Lin's fist was made of fine iron and was indestructible.

"How is this possible!" This was Wang Juechu's last thought. What caught his eyes was a fist emitting golden light.

(End of this chapter)