Faced with the famous demon, Lin Yang is inevitably a little afraid, but cannot admit defeat, because it is useless. The devil will not be merciful because of your weakness, and will only persecute even more.

Anyway, things have come to this point, Lin Yang said proudly: "What, do you still want to find parents if you lose a fight?

Isn’t it just the ancestor of the Ghost Sect? What a big deal? Don’t think that this young master is afraid of you. Do you know who my master is? Have you heard of the boxing saint Yan Chi?

Old guy, if you dare to touch a hair of my hair, believe it or not, he will beat you up."

Although Yan Chi retired for many years and most people in the martial arts world do not know about it, for old world like Wang Buliu and Ruifeng, it is a godlike existence. It is said that he was invincible in the world back then, so who dared to provoke him?

The two old guys looked at each other, feeling very surprised. Unexpectedly, this kid was Yan Chi's disciple. No wonder he was so arrogant and didn't take them seriously.

However, Yan Chi has been extinct in the world for many years. In their opinion, it is not certain whether he is alive or not. After all, he should be very old. People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and the same is true for peak masters.

Especially when Wang Buliu founded the Ghost Sect, his power became stronger and stronger, his heart was even more inflated, his face showed a ferocious look, and he cursed fiercely: "Little beast, I want to suppress me with Yan Chi's name. Bah, he is a thing, he is just a false name. If he appears here, I will kill him together."

Lin Yang stood up and said gloomyly: "Okay, I remember these words. I will tell my master to see how he dealt with you."

"I dare to be stubborn, I will destroy you first!"

Seeing the Ghost Sect ancestor roaring wildly and about to kill, Lin Yang was inevitably frightened. After all, the other party was famous and he was easily beaten to pieces.

The boy hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, don't rush to do it. I have a treasure that was found from the bandit's nest. It's priceless. I can give it to you, just spare my life."

Wang Buliu put down his hand for a while and said in a cold voice: "Then hand it over, let me see how precious it is, and whether it can be exchanged for your life."

"Just look at it, it's definitely a good thing!"

Suddenly, Lin Yang pulled open the sheepskin coat and showed off the submachine gun hidden inside. He suddenly picked it up and fired at the father and son opposite him. The muzzle was sprayed with flames and bullets roared out.

"Dadada..." At the same time, Lin Yang jumped upwards and prepared to escape. After all, he felt like a mirror in his heart. The old guy's skills were unfathomable. Even if he fired a gun, he might not cause any harm. He just won him time to escape.

Everyone present was shocked. Who would have thought that Lin Yang was so cunning and ruthless that the so-called treasure was an angry bullet, which was so terrifying.

Everyone fled in scattered. Wang Buliu was afraid that his son would be hit. He waved his black palms and waved a strong edge to block most of the bullets. However, Wang Liugen's right leg was still hit and howled in pain.

"Oh, my legs!"

This guy was kicked by Guan Qi last time and has not recovered. Now he is shot in the leg, which makes it even worse. He kneels down all of a sudden, and the blood stains the ground red.

"boom!"

A violent sound came from above, and Lin Yang actually broke through the roof and flew out like a cannonball. Tiles and other objects fell down, dust flew, and the hall was in a mess.

"Baby, I'll let you break into pieces!"

In anger, Wang Buliu roared, his body shook, and he also crawled out of the big hole, vowing to destroy the boy.

The wind was cold outside, and Lin Yang used the Lingbo Flying Step skills to jump up and landed in the distance. With a glance, a look of joy appeared in his eyes and shouted loudly: "Master, save me..." On the road outside the manor, a ox cart walked over slowly. In addition to the old man who was driving the car, there were five old guys curled up, not wearing cotton coats or hats, and his beards were all frosted. He experienced the cold weather of the north wind with interest. It was the Five Elders of Fantasy Mountain.

Yan Chi and others came from Huanshan far away. Because they had no ID cards, they went through various steps such as walking, striking trucks, climbing trains, etc. to arrive in the north. They then changed to the ox cart and rushed all the way to the vicinity of the palace.

Hearing the familiar voice, the five elders of Huanshan suddenly became energetic, rushed to fly up, landed on the roof of the manor, standing beside Lin Yang, and their momentum changed drastically.

If the five sloppy rural old men just now have become like a god of killing, their eyes are sharp, and they glar at the ancestor of the Ghost Sect and hundreds of members of the Ghost Sect who were chasing behind them, and then cursed.

"Don't you, who dares to bully my disciple? Don't you want to live?"

"Dogs are a mess, and you have to look at the owner to beat a dog. You are against you..." Lin Yang's eyes rolled over, and he wanted to say something. I am not a dog, but he also knew the virtues of the five masters, all of whom were a little nervous and had no restraint, so he didn't care about it.

Seeing the five old guys suddenly appear, especially the head of the head full of hair and a strong body like a lion, Wang Buliu was shocked and complained in his heart. Could it be that the boxing saint Yan Chi is here?

Among the members of the Ghost Sect, more than ten of them jumped to the roof. There were two messy weapons, either ghost-headed knives, skeleton-shaped hammers, and leg bone-like things, which looked particularly vulgar.

Many members of the Ghost Sect in the courtyard pulled out the scimitars at their waists, looked at them fiercely, ready to launch an attack at any time.

In addition, Ruifeng walked over surrounded by family members and saw the five elders of Huanshan, he was also secretly shocked and secretly shouted that Lin Yang's backer had come, and it might not be a good end.

Fortunately, the five masters came in time, otherwise Lin Yang would have to suffer misfortune. Now he is full of confidence and becomes awesome. He pointed his finger at the ancestor of the Ghost Sect and complained: "It's this old guy who wants to kill me. I just said that the Fist Saint Yan Chi is not bullshit in his eyes. The other four elders are useless waste. If they come, they will have to make him beat him all over the ground for teeth."

The five elders of Huanshan were furious, and fierce light appeared in their eyes. They cursed at Wang Buliu, "I'm immortal, you don't want to live anymore, right?"

"Whose crotch is opened and you are exposed, so hurry up and kowtow to me and confess, otherwise you will be dismantled!"

After all, Wang Buliu has been famous for many years and is one of the five great gods and demons in the world. How could he bear this? He gritted his teeth and cursed: "No matter who you are, even if you are the boxing saint Yan Chi, who dares to go against me, there is only a way out."

"You're going to be the one who's scribing, but you're still stubborn. I'll hammer you down the ground."

Yan Chi flew over suddenly, her body was like lightning, and an iron fist had already been smashed out. A brown edge appeared in the air, like a piece of dead wood, running towards the other party with an extremely fierce force. The power of a punch was really terrifying.

Wang Buliu showed a look of surprise on his face, and he also took advantage of his gaze. He waved his right hand, pulled out a black alien sword, and roared: "The Tribulation of Hell!"

In an instant, many black skull-like balls appeared densely in the air, spinning quickly to meet them, extremely strange.

"Bang bang bang!"

The explosions were heard one after another, and Wang Buliu involuntarily retreated, shattering many tiles. The old guy vomited blood, his arms trembled violently with his sword holding the sword, and his face was full of horror.

Yan Chi said in a deep voice: "Old guy, no wonder he dares to speak wildly. It turns out that he can withstand my punch with two moves, but that's all."

Facing the most terrifying opponent in the world, Wang Buliu knew that there was a big gap between them. If he used normal means, it would be difficult to defeat the other party, so he could only sacrifice his life.

Suddenly, the guy flipped his left hand, with three extremely sharp awls between his fingers, with strange medicines soaked on them, and tiny self-carved at the ends, namely "soul," "soul," "fighting," and "frightened," called the Three Yin Cone.

Wang Buliu said sternly: "Three Yins gather, the Ghost King possesses him!"

The sound was like a howling ghost, and it pierced three half-foot-long awls into different acupoints above its head, leaving only an inch outside, which was jaw-dropping and incredible.
Chapter completed!