Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 61 Liu Jinlong surrenders

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Lin Daoru frowned and looked at him, but didn't make a move. When he was almost vented, he said, "I don't know if Brother Liu has any advice? If not, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you."

But Liu Jinlong snorted coldly and said, "Does the person who hit me still think it's okay?"

After all, he straightened his body and flew straight to Lin Daoru, with a finger in his hand, his figure was extremely elegant and unrestrained.

Lin Daoru watched and shook his head, is this a disciple of the Devil's Cult?Why is he so like that cheating teammate of Yang Wuyou?

In terms of body shape, Liu Jinlong is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, but in terms of power, Lin Daoru can make this guy fly here and out even with his eyes closed.

But in order not to expose too much strength and cause more troubles, he still chose to act in a low-key manner. He used the Tibetan Monarch in his hand like a short stick, and swung it at Liu Jinlong.

Liu Jinlong saw the ordinary sweep, but he was shocked, he hastily blocked the folding fan in his hand, and knocked it on the scabbard, but because he was in the air and had nowhere to use his strength, he suddenly turned to the left, Hastily circulated the zhenqi to make a 720-degree rotation in the air, and landed on the ground very gracefully.

His poor eyes immediately applauded, but a bean-sized bead of sweat appeared on Liu Jinlong's forehead.

He stared at Lin Daoru with some serious eyes, and saw that he was holding a sword in his left hand, thinking that there must be a flaw in the right side, so he turned to the right side.Abandoning the folding fan in his hand, he used the palm of his hand, but hurried forward, wanting to fight Lin Daoru personally.

As if he understood what he meant, Lin Daoru showed his snow-white teeth at him, let out a chuckle, and at the same time made a move with his right hand, and hit Kanglong Wuhui in the palm of the Dragon Subduing Form.

A golden dragon shadow emerged and let out a deafening dragon chant. The huge impact shocked Liu Jinlong, but he hurriedly circulated his true energy to resist.

The dragon shadow kept chanting, as if it was real, it beat Liu Jinlong back again and again, Lin Daoru didn't step forward to make up the knife, but just stood there with his hands tied.

As the saying goes, it is better to break up than to make friends. He didn't want to cause trouble in the Demon Cult, but now that Liu Jinlong ran into his gun, he happened to be the chicken for him to kill chickens and monkeys.

When the dragon shadow dissipated, only the tattered Liu Jinlong was left in place. His cultivation level was higher than what Lin Daoru had shown, but what about Lin Daoru's unyielding and masculine Zhigang Jianglong Palm? It was so easy for him to offset it.

The whole body's strength and physical strength were exhausted, and his clothes were torn, and he no longer looked like the high-spirited person he was at the beginning.

The whole person looked miserable, and everyone around him was smacking their tongues. Although Liu Jinlong hadn't made any major breakthroughs in his skills recently, his cultivation base in the middle stage of the seventh rank was not weak at all. They were a little shocked to see Looking at Lin Daoru, he looked a little stupid for a while.

Seeing that Liu Jinlong had lost the strength to fight again, Lin Daoru ignored him, turned around and went back to the wing room to meditate. After a while, there were fewer people outside the door, and Lin Daoru fell into a deep practice. Someone entered the door, but he had no sense of the outside world.

When the sun was setting, it was time for dinner. Lin Daoru got up slowly, exhaled foul breath, and opened the door of the wing room, only to see a dozen or so people dressed as inner disciples kneeling at the door.

Their ages vary, the youngest is no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest is 34 years old. Some of them have parents who are true disciples of the elders, so they are born disciples of the inner sect, and some of them are disciples of the inner sect. , has a certain strength, but there is no disciple who the elder is willing to teach martial arts.

This group of people is often not weak, and they all have the strength of the peak of the sixth rank or the early stage of the seventh rank. Among them, the oldest person has the cultivation base of the peak of the seventh rank.

He glanced at them in confusion, and then he noticed that the person kneeling at the front was Liu Jinlong.

"I don't know why you brothers are like this?" Lin Daoru asked very puzzled.

They glanced at each other, and then stared at Liu Jinlong in unison. Liu Jinlong, whose scalp was a little numb from their staring, had no choice but to say: "They are all like me. They look up to Senior Brother Mu Lin's strength and want to worship Senior Brother Lin with me." For the eldest brother. I implore Senior Brother Lin to accept me, and I will do my best to serve Senior Brother Lin in the future."

Lin Daoru had a strange smile on his face, stared at him carefully for a while, and saw the sweat on his forehead at some point, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what Brother Liu wants Lin to use to make money." To exchange?"

Sweat dripped from Liu Jinlong's forehead immediately, and he hesitated and said nervously, "Brother, that palm technique is actually related to my name. There is some fate, I don't know, I don't know if Brother Lin can do it, can it... ..."

His voice became lower and lower. After all, he was the one who provoked Lin Daoru first. Now that he sees his martial arts skills, he wants to learn his martial arts. Even though he has a thick skin, he can't help but blush.

Lin Daoru didn't agree, he glanced at the others and said, "I don't know what you want to learn from Mr. Lin?"

There was a commotion in front of the door, and after a long time, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy said with a flushed face, "I want to learn swordsmanship from Senior Brother Lin."

"I want to learn how to palm."

"I want to learn swordsmanship."

"I want to follow Brother Lin."

"I implore Senior Brother Lin to protect you."

……

Seeing them talking a lot, Lin Daoru probably knew them a little bit. Except for Liu Jinlong, this group of people were not very popular characters in the Demon Cult. Either they wanted to seek protection, or they wanted to learn martial arts, so they all went to their subordinates.

He thought that he also needed some manpower, so he nodded and agreed. As for what kind of organization they set up, that was something he should care about.

In the end, Lin Daoru went to the cafeteria to eat, and Liu Jinlong became the leader of the crowd as a matter of course. He raised his arms and shouted: "You all come with me, find a place to register, and then I will make out the armbands of the Lin Society. Everyone wears it on their hands. From now on, we will hang out with Big Brother Lin together." (My novel "Budao Zangjing Pavilion" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift For everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the top right "add friend", search the official account "qdread" and pay attention, hurry up!)
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