Hearing this, Shi Zequan smiled on his face and asked, "What's the situation about Jinshan?"

"It's already being mined secretly!" Shi Zehuai said with a smile: "It's just those Jinyi guards who deserve to die. If they hadn't taken cover in time, I'm afraid they would have discovered it."

"It's just a group of untouchables who died, and those royal guards insisted on making a fuss out of it."

The two looked at each other and chuckled.

A golden mountain is enough to keep a family rich and prosperous for another hundred years.

…

Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Lin Mang was having a meal in the hall.

Zhao Yuanhui sat opposite and reported: "Jinyi guards from all over the country have stationed themselves in various sects under the pretext of searching."

Lin Mang picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The presence of Jinyiwei in various sects is not only an expansion of rights, but also a kind of protection.

With this precedent, Jin Yiwei's review of various sects will be much smoother in the future.

If those people dared to touch even the Jin Yiwei, then the imperial court would naturally have the right to take action.

At this moment, Tang Qi rushed in from outside the door with a hurried expression.

"Sir, something happened!"

Tang Qi had a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "I just received a letter from the son of Wei Guogong in Beijing, saying that something happened in Fusizhong, Beizhen."

With that said, Tang Qi handed over the secret letter.

This son of Wei Guogong is the Jin Yiwei who developed secretly last time, and his identity is hidden.

Perhaps no one had thought that Lin Mang had quietly buried the chess pieces without even realizing it.

Tang Qi said in a deep voice: "Someone framed Master Yan and blocked the entire Beizhen Fusi in the name of the Iron Mask Grand Master's escape."

"Now that Mr. Yan has escaped from Beijing, the Ministry of Punishment and Nanzhen Fusi have issued a wanted order."

Lin Mang took the secret letter and scanned it, with no expression on his face.

After a while, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect walked in outside the hall.

"Sect master!" The visitor said respectfully: "I just received an invitation to the martial arts conference. It was sent to Mr. Lin. He said that he would like to invite Mr. Lin to preside over the martial arts conference."

Zhao Yuanhui was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

There's nothing wrong with these guys' minds, right?

Please invite a Jin Yiwei to host?

Or have they all figured it out and want to join Jin Yiwei?

Zhao Yuanhui hurriedly asked: "Who sent it?"

"Qingzhu Gang."

Zhao Yuanhui frowned slightly, the Qingzhu Gang was quite famous in the world of Beizhili.

The main reason is that the Qingzhu Gang has many disciples, and they are involved in three religions and nine streams.

Many of the ruffians in the city call themselves the Qingzhu Gang.

To put it simply, the Qingzhu Gang is a beggar gang in Beizhili.

Tang Qi reached out to take it and handed it to Lin Mang.

Lin Mang just opened it and glanced at it, then put it down, stood up and said, "You guys stay here, I'll go back to the capital."

"Sir," Tang Qi said hesitantly, "Do you need us to come together?"

Lin Mang chuckled lightly, held the knife in one hand, and said coldly: "No need!"

"brave troops!"

With a soft cry, he drove Pixiu straight to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

…

"Boom!"

The sky thundered.

In the heavy rain, a figure was running on the deserted road.

The lightning flashed in the darkness.

The slightest arc ripples!

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded from the darkness, and the air seemed to be torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, a spiral arrow rotated, igniting dazzling sparks.

"Qiang!"

A flash of sword light passed by, and the arrows that were shot were split into two parts starting from the arrowhead.

The arrows broke through the air and flew to both sides.

Lin Mang held the knife, looked forward, and said coldly: "Come out."

"Ha ha!"

"Master Lin is good at swordsmanship!"

As the voice fell, seven figures came out of the darkness ahead.

The person at the front has a strange and ferocious mask on his face, resembling an evil ghost.

"Master Lin, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Someone told me that if you take your head, you can be rich and wealthy for a lifetime."

"But I think it's a pity for someone like Mr. Lin to serve for such a bullshit court. Why don't you just follow us from now on."

"The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty was just a beggar before. The princes, generals and ministers would rather be rich!"

"If you and I cooperate, we will definitely do better!"

"In the future, you and I will be evenly matched in this world!"

Lin Mang looked at the people in front of him and sneered: "You are just a failure, how can you have the face to say such big words now?"

"Iron-faced Master!"

Liu Ruguo was surprised and said: "How did you know?"

Under the heavy rain, lightning flashed.

Lin Mang looked up at the sky and sighed: "I'm just too lazy to make any calculations. Why do everyone like to treat me as a fool?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mang's figure disappeared from the place instantly.

In the rain curtain, a ghost-like figure appeared in an instant.

"careful!"

The iron-faced master roared hurriedly.

"Pfft!"

The cold blade flew past a person's neck, causing blood to spurt out.

An angry-eyed head flew high into the air.

[Energy Points +230000]

This knife was so fast that no one could react.

"Lao Liu..."

The Iron-faced Grand Master let out a mournful roar and said angrily: "Lin, you are so cruel!"

His eyes were full of hatred.

Lin Mang suddenly stepped forward, water and rain on the ground splashed in all directions, and the figure walked through the rain curtain with the light of the knife.

"Qiang!"

The Iron-faced Grand Master drew out his long sword and said angrily: "Kill him!"

In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth gathered together, and his body exuded an aura of the master realm.

If the demons of the White Lotus Sect hadn't changed their minds and withdrew all the masters, and if someone from Wudang hadn't taken action, how could he have been arrested?

The person following the Iron Mask Master suddenly took a step back, pulled his right arm back, and his entire arm quietly turned ice blue.

Punch out.

The surrounding rain retreated, and ice crystals filled the sky approaching with the light of the fist.

Within tens of meters around, cold fog overflowed and the temperature dropped sharply.

"Bang!"
To be continued...