The City's Invincible Soldier King

Beautiful women coming out of baths, full and voluptuous

He wrapped a towel around his long, wet, black hair and lazily lay on the sofa, lost in thought.

A moment later, Pepper picked up her phone and called Long Lin, but under an inaudible sigh, she put down the phone.

At this moment, he should be thinking about his Wan Rou, right?

That happy little woman, that girl as fresh and moving as a perfume lily.

She loved the purity of the perfume lily, which corresponded to the floral language of the perfume lily.

That silly little woman, that little woman who loved without any regrets.

Long Lin's longing and unwillingness to see her was a reward that she deserved.

If Wan Rou was still alive, even if Pepper loved Long Lin to the point of going crazy, she would never interfere and ruin their happiness. Of course, if Wan Rou was still alive, it would be none of her business.

Unfortunately, the heavens had no eyes.

That innocent and romantic little woman, after all, could not accompany this man who loved her as much as he loved him sincerely, holding his hand as he slowly aged.

He had long since found the files on the Wan-Rou case, and had also noticed the few leading personnel in charge of the case. He had once thought of using lightning-fast methods to take down those officials who were in cahoots with Zhuge Xiong, but in the end, she did not take any action.

He was a proud man, he would definitely avenge Wan Rou with his own hands.

It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to exact vengeance. There must be a reason for him to remain unmoved.

His hatred could not be quelled, and he was perplexed.

Peppermint knew this, but she could not interfere.

Long Lin lazily leaned on the tombstone, thinking and thinking.

This was the place that he was the closest to, but the two of them were separated by a cold tombstone and never saw each other again.

"Come down."

Abruptly, Long Lin's face turned ice-cold.

Long Lin slowly stood up, his lazy sweeping turned into a sharp blade.

Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at the middle-aged man slowly descending from the treetop, Long Lin could not help but frown.

Yet another super expert.

"Who are you?" Long Lin stared at the man who was standing three meters away, and asked with a slightly cold voice.

The man looked at Long Lin, and said calmly, "My surname is Liu, and my name is You."

Sir.

Liu Ming couldn't help but squint his eyes when he introduced himself.

Liu Ming's little brother, Ah Biao, was once sent by Chen Gefeng to cause trouble for Long Lin. After being beaten half to death by Long Lin, Chen Gefeng clearly wanted to use the matter of Ah Biao's beating to lure Liu Ming out and let him deal with Long Lin.

Sir Zizai's actions were very perverse, both righteous and evil. Therefore, Long Lin had always been very worried about him, afraid that he would act recklessly and harm the innocent.

"Mister Zizai is here to avenge your brother?" Long Lin asked.

"No." Liu Ming looked at the gentle tombstone and said calmly, "I am the person guarding the tombstone."

F * ck!

Who would have thought that the famous Liu Ming would come to this ordinary cemetery to be a tomb watcher?

That's what you call a mouse into an old cat's mouth.

It was not a disaster, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided.

Long Lin was too lazy to think further, he asked seriously once again, "May I know what Mister Qing Zai have for me?"

"I'm just here to see my senior apprentice-brother's new disciple."

"May I ask who is Mister Zizai's senior brother?" Long Lin asked with slight curiosity.

Liu Ming remained expressionless, "Dried leaves floating."

This world was indeed small.

Who would have thought that the Desolate Island expert they accidentally met on the vast ocean would actually be Liu Ming's senior brother.

No wonder his movement technique was so profound.

"So that's how it is." Long Lin nodded his head, and said, "No wonder I could see a trace of dried up leaves floating on Mister Zhe's movements."

"That's not right, my movement technique is called Wind Catch." Liu Ming said seriously.

Long Lin could not help but ask, "Is there a big difference?"

Each disciple will create their own movement technique according to the method of channeling elemental energy. My senior brother spent seven years observing the dried-up leaves drifting and created the dried-up leaves drifting. I spent six years observing the dancing willow leaves, which is why he created the Swift Wind Hair.

That's not right.

Ah Biao was one of Chen Gefeng's subordinates. He looked to be about 35 or 36 years old, and the experts of the deserted island were already in their 20s.

Even if the age difference between Liu Ming and Ah Biao was huge, Liu Ming shouldn't be the Junior Brother of the Desolate Island Experts, right?

"Is A-Biao really your brother?" Long Lin could not help but ask.

"Yes."

Long Lin couldn't help but ask, "With a brother like you who has extraordinary martial arts, why is Ah Biao still going to Eight Extreme Gate?"

"He's not good enough for martial arts. Teaching him is a waste of time."

"Then are you really not going to take revenge for your little brother?" Long Lin asked seriously.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Liu Ming frowned and said, "You actually thought that Chen Gefeng sent Ah Biao out to get me to deal with you, right? It's not like I don't have that much intelligence, right?"

"Not necessarily, but A-Biao is your brother after all."

I don't need to, and I won't fight for him. I allowed him to use my name to swindle around, and have already done his duty as an elder brother. Of course, if he really was killed, that is another matter altogether.

Liu Ming's words allowed Long Lin to feel a lot more at ease. At least it could prevent himself from getting beaten up, no?

However, Mister Zizi was both righteous and evil. His conduct and actions were all based on his likes and dislikes. There were many legends about him in the martial arts world.

As such, the best course of action would be the thirty-six strategies.

"Sir Zizai, I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. I'll come back another day."

"Wait."

F * ck.

Long Lin quickly asked seriously, "Does Mr. Zizai have any other advice for me?"

"According to the usual practice, when my senior apprentice brother tells me the name of leaves, I tell him the name of the Nine-Layered Waves. When I tell him the name of the leaves, I tell him the name of leaves."

"What do you mean?" Long Lin said somewhat puzzled.

"My senior brother and I have fought for sixty years for the position of number one master in our sect, but we couldn't do anything to each other. Therefore, we made an agreement that no matter who takes in the disciples, we will all be taught."

"And then?" Long Lin asked somewhat speechlessly.

"In thirty years, you will have to defeat my senior brother with the martial art I taught you, and use my senior brother's' withering leaf floating in the wind 'to win against me."

Long Lin became even more speechless and asked, "Then what if we don't lose?"

"You're not allowed to use the skills that we impart to you in the future."

"What you're saying is that if I can't use Withered Leaf to defeat you in thirty years, then I won't be able to use Withered Leaf. Similarly, if I can't use the Nine-Layered Waves to defeat your senior, then I will never be able to use the Nine-Layered Waves again."

"Of course."

That works too?

"And then?"

"I will exchange roles with my senior brother, I will teach you Wind Yam, my senior brother will teach you Wind Arts, and after thirty years, we will compete again."

So that's how it was!

Long Lin suddenly understood why the Rankers on the Desolate Island would tell him that if he could find him on the Desolate Island after 30 years of not disgracing himself, he could learn his mysterious offensive skills, Wind Arts.

Feeling, the old tutor, whose heart was a bit twisted, had already determined that he wouldn't be able to use the dried-up leaves to win over his junior brother in thirty years.

Aren't you looking down on me too much?

Haven't you ever heard of thirty years of the river and thirty years of the river?

However, thinking about it, it was very normal.

The old man was already over two hundred years old. Although Mister Zizai was far from him in age, he was still a peak expert that was on par with him.

Using thirty years to catch up was not an easy matter.

As his mind raced, Long Lin asked in extreme speechlessness, "What if I still fail?"

"That means you're trash. We'll join hands and annihilate you."

Eh!

That works too?

Although Long Lin was speechless towards the strange thoughts of these two terrifying experts, but he had to admit that this was a pleasant surprise.

Long Lin had personally experienced the might of the Wind Arts.

The ability to freely change direction in the time it takes a spark to fly off of a piece of flint made it impossible for one to defend against it.

Since Mister Zizai and the experts from the desolate island were able to reach a draw, the might of the Nine Waves Sword could be felt.

A dignified military saber, it was never afraid of challenges.

Long Lin was too lazy to even think about whether he could use Withered Leaf to defeat Suifeng in thirty years, and wasn't interested in thinking about whether or not he could use the Nine Layered Waves to defeat the Wind Arts.

The boat went straight to the bridge.

Who could predict what would happen in thirty years, let alone sixty?