Urban: Town Country War God

The commercial vehicle parked in front of the Wandaomen Budokan, and Lin Xiao stood in front of the vehicle, wearing white sportswear that he hadn't had time to change.

Slender and stalwart.

Like an unsheathed divine sword, it rushes straight into the sky.

The aura is also strong and terrifying.

And Zhuo Lang, with silver hair, like a nobleman in the Middle Ages in Europe, stood straight beside Lin Xiao in a black suit.

Speaking of looks, Zhuo Lang's look like a somewhat bad prodigal son can be called handsome, at least killing all the brothers in seconds.

These two are standing here, and many beauties from the past can't help but stop and watch, cast their blurred eyes.

At this moment, the guards standing at the door of Wandaomen were also astonished. Who are these two people? It seems that they are very face-to-face. It should be the first time they came to him.

While Lin Xiao was waiting, Wanfeng in the room walked out with a gloomy face and a group of Wandaomen disciples, followed by some unhappy voices.

"Yin'er, is this kid pestering you?" After Wanfeng left the house, he cast his eyes to Lin Xiao and asked immediately.

Yin'er looked at Lin Xiao and his men, a little entangled, as if they were worrying about something, and said: "It's not a entanglement, but I don't want to go back to Li's house."

Hearing Yin'er's words, Wanfeng, who was already angry, immediately cast an unkind look at Lin Xiao and said: "Boy, no matter who you are, Yin'er doesn't want to go with you, go away."

Wanfeng was a little annoyed at the moment. He was cultivating feelings in the house with Yin'er, and he could be one step closer. Cheng Yaojin, who suddenly shot out, completely disrupted Wanfeng's plan.

This Wandaomen is a time-honored brand hundreds of years ago, and it is also very famous in the Northwest. Although there are fewer people learning swordsmanship in society now, this Wandaomen has successfully changed careers and set foot on the family's accumulated heritage in the past. Business, real estate, and many other industries.

Moreover, Wanjin, the current sect master of the Ten Thousand Blades Gate, has been preaching in the northwest that the Death Scythe invited him to be the chief leader, but he rejected the position because it was too small.

With this level of relationship, the powerful and powerful forces in the entire northwestern region, whoever meets Markham must give three points of courtesy, not for anything else, just because the name of the death sickle is too big.

Since he could be invited by Death Scythe to be the leader, then the strength of Markham should be very terrifying.

Lin Xiao directly ignored Wanfeng. After all, this kind of rich second generation, he had seen too much, and he couldn't take any interest in it anymore.

Instead, he looked directly at Yin'er and said, "Someone in Lin doesn't like to be nosy, but your master is kind to me, since I promised him to protect you for a few days."

"Then go back with me honestly. When the trouble is over, what you want to do has nothing to do with me."

Suddenly hearing this, the sound was a little annoyed, and said: "Stop talking to me in this elder's tone. We only met once, and I don't know you."

"And you are just two people. How can you protect me? There are thousands of disciples of the Wandao Sect, and Uncle Wan was also the leader of the death sickle. Can you compare?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Lang on the side couldn't help but laugh, and said, "Hehe, little girl, you still know the Death Scythe, do you know who this is standing next to you?"

"Hmph, I don't care who he is, anyway, I won't go back anyway. I think I am safer at Wandaomen. Go back and tell me Master, my life is my own decision," Yin'er said angrily.

"You girl is simply unreasonable. If you don't go with us, then you will have to be kidnapped." Zhuo Lang's smile froze in vain and shouted.

"Ha ha ha, kidnap away? Do you want to bind Yiner in front of me? You guys are so brave, come on!" Wanfeng shouted angrily at once.

In an instant, more than two hundred disciples of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen rushed out of the martial arts hall with steel knives one by one, and instantly besieged Lin Xiao and Zhuo Lang.

"It seems that it won't work if you don't do it," Zhuo Lang finished, pulling out the embroidered spring knife around his waist as if he was about to dry it.

But before Zhuo Lang could start, Lin Xiao raised his hand.

Zhuo Lang hurriedly put the Xiuchun knife away, lowered his head slightly, and stood aside.

"Leave" Lin Xiao said casually, and then returned to the commercial vehicle with Zhuo Lang.

Zhuo Lang cast a bad look at Wanfeng with his head tilted up and looked arrogant, then started the vehicle and left the Wandaomen.

Seeing the two people leaving dingy, Wanfeng suddenly laughed: "Yin'er, didn't I say your master, did you find two counselors to protect you?"

"Looking at how many people I am, I am scared away? Even this kind of waste is eligible to protect you?"

Yin'er looked at the leaving vehicle and felt a little tangled in her heart. Not only did she wonder, what is going on with the other party?

When he was in the Li family, even Mo Chongtian respected him and even knelt down and killed his son.

But now, facing the Ten Thousand Dao Sect, this person is persuaded?

Yin'er couldn't understand this young man named Lin Xiao, but she didn't care anymore. After all, she offended the Saint's Gate. Without a strong backer, she would definitely die.

Therefore, having the strong guard of the Ten Thousand Swordsman protects her a lot.

"Yin'er, let's go back. My father just sent a message and he will be home in two minutes. I'll take you to introduce him at that time." Wanfeng glanced at the time and said.

At this moment, he was also quite speechless, if it weren't for the young man, maybe he would have gotten it right now.

Now it's hard to scare the two coaxing off, his father is coming back soon, it seems that he can't start today.

Wanfeng has liked Yin'er since he was a child, but since Yin'er was sent to Kunlun Mountain, he has been quite sad.

Although it is not what it used to be, it is necessary for women to have women, and all kinds of beauties have everything, but the most beautiful is not the first love.

This sound is his first love, it's okay to play with it.

After leaving the Wandaomen, Lin Xiao sat in the back seat of the commercial vehicle with his eyes closed.

"Lin Shuai, this girl has a strong personality, we should tie her up directly, why don't you let me do it?" Zhuo Lang drove the car, seemingly puzzled by Lin Shuai's approach.

"No need. This girl has a very bad personality. If she doesn't change, she will have an accident sooner or later. Let her increase her memory today. In less than two hours, the people from the Sage Gate must be there."

"She has led the disaster to the Wandaomen. Go back first. I change my clothes. When the Wandaomen is almost dead, let's go."

Lin Xiao said suddenly.

Suddenly hearing this, Zhuo Lang was shocked, and his face was suddenly sweaty.

Good guy...

Lin Shuai is trying to make that girl's memory and memory uplift. This is not a small price!

The two sages of this sage gate are very strong, at least at this stage, apart from the death sickle, no single force in the world can match it.

This Thousand Knife Gate is a little bigger force, and its sect master is also a braggart. Dealing with the Sage Gate in this way, isn't it seeking a dead end.

At the same time, Zhuo Lang was also very curious. This girl looked unremarkable. There was nothing special about it. How did she offend the Saint's Gate?