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"Oh? I was just teasing you when I saved you? "

Hearing this, Lin Ming couldn't help frowning.

As these people speak, he also looks into their eyes. Naturally, Lin Ming can see that these people are not framing him.

In this case, what these people say is true.

However, he naturally knew very clearly whether he had killed those people after saving them.

Of course not.

"Is it..."

Thinking of this, Lin Ming suddenly realized.

For a moment, he remembered that many disciples of the hermit family had said that he had wounded many disciples of the hermit family and killed Yan Qingnian and the leader of the hermit Longmen sect

"It seems that the man pretending to be me has appeared again

This time, I started with the disciples of the six major sects... "

Thinking of this, Lin Ming can not help but realize the seriousness of the matter.

If the other party is allowed to pretend like this again, maybe all the forces in the world will have a big feud with him.

Although Lin Ming is not afraid of it, he can't be allowed to continue this kind of false accusation.

"What kind of person as like as two peas?" Lin Ming frowned. "According to the hidden family disciple, this person looks just like me, and...

Well

Thinking of this, Lin Ming's heart also moved. Lin Ming thought of the unexpected situation just now.

At that time, the breathing method in his body began to work independently, and there was a sense of inexplicable familiarity in Lin Ming's heart. The evil ancestor also said that this showed that there was a similar kind.

"Isn't..." for a moment, Lin Ming's face was very ugly. "Is it my father pretending to be me? Just now, he appeared and killed many disciples of the six major sects? "

Immediately, Lin Ming also secretly shakes his head and denies this conjecture in his heart.

"Are they other members of the Shenlong clan?"

Although this possibility is extremely low, at present, Lin Ming can only guess like this.

He really didn't want to believe that his father would pretend to be him and kill the disciples of the hermit family and the six major sects to frame him.

Lin Ming doesn't have a clue, but of course he won't admit what he hasn't done.

Thinking about this, Lin Ming naturally began to speak and said slowly:

"I, Lin Ming, dare to be brave. Except for the Qingcheng sect disciple, I didn't kill anyone else. Believe it or not..."

"Boy, you," he said, biting his teeth at Lin Ming

"The five of us saw that you killed the disciples of the six major sects. It's no use denying it any more

Today, with Shaolin abbot and Wuji monk here, you can't escape anyway

You have no choice but to die. "

For a moment, Lin Ming gave a cold hum

"If I really kill everyone, why don't I just kill five of you

Do I just wait for you to show up and prove that I am a murderer? "

The Shaolin master also said, "of course you want to kill us, but you never thought of it. We still have a breath..."

At this point, master Shaolin was impatient and even more murderous. He said angrily:

"You are also a dark being in the western world, and you are also a strange and evil way to absorb the breath of others

Today, no matter what, you have to die... "

In a word, the Shaolin master had all the momentum when he said that.

The same is true of the other four disciples of the six schools.

"Suffer death."

The next moment they heard a voice of surprise, and the five had already rushed to Lin Ming.

Whew, whew, whew

With the sound of five air blasts, these five people also came to Lin Ming in an instant. Their huge fists were wrapped with extremely strong aura, and they also smashed directly at five different parts of Lin Ming's body.

Dang Dang Dang!

But the next moment with five metal impact general sound sounded.

"Ah, ah, ah

At the same time, five screams, almost in no particular order, began to ring.

In an instant, in the five people's feeling, their powerful fists seemed to hit on some kind of invincible metal object.

"What

"This..."

"This is the golden bell jar of Shaolin magic skill!"

"How can you know the golden bell jar of Shaolin magic power?"

"It's impossible..."

The next moment, when the five people fixed their eyes, they were also stunned, and their eyes suddenly widened. To the extent that they almost protruded, they seemed to scream in their mouths.

Indeed, at this moment, the five of them clearly saw that a layer of golden light appeared outside Lin Ming, showing the appearance of a golden bell.

With their eyesight, they can see for the first time that this is not the golden bell shield of Shaolin's magic skill, and it can't be any other skill.

It is precisely because of this affirmation that they feel extremely incredible.

Because they also believe that Lin Ming is a dark existence in the western world, and how can he practice this extremely difficult skill of Shaolin.

"What, this, this is the golden bell jar of perfect state?"

When there was a flash of golden light outside Lin Ming's body, the abbot of Shaolin could not help showing a ghost like appearance.

You know, although he has also cultivated the golden bell jar to a perfect state, he has practiced it for decades, plus his talent.

But how old is Lin Ming? Even if he practiced the golden bell jar, even if he was gifted, he could not reach the same level of perfection as him.

In a moment of extreme shock, abbot Shaolin's eyes were full of doubts.

He subconsciously looked at the Wuji monk next to him and seemed to want to get an answer from him.

But it didn't seem to be beyond his expectation. At this time, Wuji monk was still in a state of no sorrow and no joy, as if he couldn't make any other expression on his face.

However, he seemed to feel Shaolin Abbot's inquiring eyes. Wuji monk spoke faintly:

"It's not surprising that this boy, as an alien, has learned the golden bell jar and reached a perfect level

This kind of existence is naturally gifted. "

"Different?" For a moment, the abbot of Shaolin also wanted to ask what kind of alien he was. Then he saw the monk Wuji and said:

"Abbot, you have the strength to transform the nine layers of spiritual realm. Go to fight him

If you are not his opponent, then everyone will be together

Speaking of the last sentence, Wuji monk's eyes still swept the remaining dozens of Shaolin masters.

"Monk Wuji, don't worry. I have the strength of nine levels of spiritual realm. It's not easy to deal with such a little boy. Hum..."

It seems that the last sentence made the abbot of Shaolin angry. After that, with a cold hum, the abbot of Shaolin flashed and came directly to Lin Ming.