The City's Invincible Soldier King

"Follow me."

Long Lin was too lazy to waste words with this guy. Carrying Xi Wanting, he jumped up along with the air conditioner and arrived at the office roof by the side of the road.

The man followed closely behind, jumping all the way up.

On the top floor of the forty-eighth floor building, the two of them faced each other, separated by five meters.

"Let me introduce myself, I am..."

Long Lin raised his right hand, as he spoke in disdain, "You don't have the qualifications to make me remember your name. Make your move, if I make a move, you won't even have the chance to do so."

"Arrogant."

"I really don't feel that way."

"You're courting death."

"Can you cut the crap?"

Long Lin ignored him again and again, making the man turn green.

"Put down the Boss Xi and fight me." The man couldn't help but let out a furious bellow.

"So what if I'm holding a woman when dealing with you?" Long Lin said in disdain, "But to make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly, I'll fulfill your conditions. You're Chen Gefeng's dog, so why don't you dare to hurt a single hair on Boss Xi?"

"You …"

Long Lin directly ignored the furious man. Hugging Xi Wanting, he walked to the edge of the Sky Platform's concrete fence and gently put him down, then said seriously, "Squat against the wall, don't ever stand up."

"Alright."

Xi Wanting obediently squatted beside the fence, like an obedient little girl next door.

After carefully observing his surroundings and confirming that the concrete fence had blocked all the sniping routes for Xi Wanting, Long Lin was relieved and returned to the center of the Sky Platform.

"Make your move." Long Lin looked at the man and said disdainfully, "Even the number one expert of your Eight Extreme Temple, Zhang Chong You, was no match for me.

"You will regret it." The man said with an ice-cold voice.

Long Lin shook his head in disdain, not even interested in talking.

The China had a history of five thousand years, and possessed the world-famous China's martial arts.

What followed was an ancient concept of inheritance and a door.

The Eight Level Sect was an ancient power that focused on the Eight Level Fist.

There were many legends about the origins of Baji Fist, and Baji Sect had always regarded them as orthodox. They had only accepted Baji Fist as the creation of Qi Jiguang, the hero of the resistance.

Every disciple of the Eight Level Sect knew the Eight Level Fist.

Eight Extreme Fist: Fierce and Fast.

Without the help of mental cultivation methods, it was not bad for external martial arts. However, only those who cultivated both inner and outer techniques could be considered as the current heirs to the Baji Fist, and could step into the ranks of true experts.

In a traditional sect like the Eight Level Sect, the techniques could be spread widely, but the mental cultivation method could only be dictated by a person.

This guy in front of him, was also a practitioner of both inner and outer force, truly a disciple of the Eight Level Fist.

Being is reasonable.

The fact that the Eight Level Sect was able to pass on its legacy from the middle stage of the Qing Dynasty was obviously due to him. The Eight Level Sect did indeed have many experts, but this guy in front of him was not qualified to be one of them.

His steps were shaky, and he had fists and no legs.

Her breathing was slightly hurried, indicating that her body had been emptied by the alcohol and sex.

Such an opponent was nothing more than a paper tiger.

"Haaargh!"

With a low and deep roar, the man shot forward. Two iron fists mercilessly struck at Long Lin's heart and dantian.

Step, Side, Sticky Hand, Punch.

Long Lin, whose combat experience was a hundred times that of the real man, perfectly countered in an instant.

Taking a step to the side, the man's attack missed in an instant. Tai Chi's sticky hand wrapped around the man's violent right fist. At the same time, a powerful punch mercilessly struck at the man's lower jaw.

The man's reaction wasn't slow either.

His right shoulder was lowered and he rammed it.

Leaning on the mountain.

This was the ultimate move of the Eight Level Fist Skill.

When the Eight Level Disciples practiced "Stick close to the mountain", they would often use their own bodies to lean against walls, trees, and piles. If they were to reach the peak of "Stick close to the mountain", their entire body would be covered with attack points.

Head, shoulders, elbows, even chest and back.

If one did not go out for ten years, he would be beaten to death in a year.

Because of the fierce fist wind and its powerful attacking ability, the descendants of the Eight Level Fist were very early. Very few people actually trained in the sect for ten or even twenty years before coming out to adventure.

The human heart was restless.

The result was that there were a lot of people practicing the Eight Level Fist Technique, and there were also a lot of intermediate and low-level heirs. However, there were very few true experts.

Sticky hands come later and arrive first.

Long Lin used all his might and with a tug, he caused the man's body to instantly become unbalanced and fell into his embrace.

He transformed his fist into a palm and heavily smashed onto the back of the man's neck.

"Whap."

In the midst of the crisp voice, the man closed his eyes and fainted in Long Lin's embrace.

The intense battle lasted for less than three seconds.

"Whap."

Long Lin casually threw the unconscious man onto the ground, turned and looked at Xi Wanting, then said, "Give me Chen Gefeng's number."

"136..."

Long Lin dialed Chen Gefeng's number, and after a while, Chen Gefeng's voice came out, "Who is it?"

"Long Lin."

Chen Gefeng was not the least bit surprised. Instead, he asked with great interest, "How many moves did Ah Biao endure?"

"One move." Long Lin said coldly, "Next time, don't send this kind of trash out."

"Don't worry." Chen Gefeng said seriously, "With Ah Biao's family's history, if someone comes looking for trouble with you next time, he would definitely not be a match for someone of this level. Oh right, by the way, Ah Biao's brother is addressed as Mister Zi Zizai by Jiang Hu."

Long Lin immediately hung up the phone, his face gradually becoming ice-cold.

Sir.

A strange person was also a ruthless person.

He was very good at handling flexible swords and throwing daggers. His lightness skills were extraordinary. He came and went without a trace. He had no rules, and only relied on his whim.

This was a fellow who had done a lot of good deeds and done a lot of evil deeds.

He was so vicious that it made people tremble in fear.

He became kind, just like a merciful man.

Since he came and went freely, he acted freely. Therefore, all the people in the martial arts world would respectfully pay their respects to him.

Because he had a martial arts foundation that far surpassed any other country's, the China had a special circle that none of the countries in the world had: the martial arts world.

The martial arts world was different from the other.

This martial arts world referred to a specific circle of martial artists, which was a little similar to the martial arts novels. The characters in this circle were called martial artists.

Heroic fighters use force to break the law.

Due to the unique characteristics of the martial artists, the officials of the China had also set up a special jurisdiction: Yan Huang.

The yellow flame was divided into two main forces, the yellow flame and the yellow flame.

The flames of the Flaming Demon swept through the westerly wind, incinerating all living things in the world.

Thus, Supervisor Yan's punishment and destruction was specifically aimed at the unforgivable martial artists.

Yellow, vast and heavy loess, through wind and frost is still there.

As a result, Supervisor Huang was responsible for protecting important people and national secrets that were under threat from the martial arts world.

The Jianghu is different from the ordinary people's world. It is a special world where the legal concept is weak.

In this world, the law of the world was the law of the martial arts world.

As long as the people of the martial arts world did not endanger the country's security and did not kill the innocent common people, Yan Huang would not casually interfere in the matters of the martial arts world.

Therefore, the struggle for the martial arts world was entirely up to him.

He was famous, and there were trees and shadows everywhere.

Although Long Lin had never interacted with Mr. Zi Zizai before, but without needing to think it over, one could tell that this was definitely a trap that Chen Gefeng had meticulously planned.

The reason was simple. He wanted this idiot in front of him to lure his brother out.