"Who dares to plot against me? Aran will not let you go!"

Sikong was covered in a sack, covering his eyes, mouth and nose, and cursed.

"It seems like I will let you go."

Sikong heard a familiar voice.

Xin Lin, it’s that dead girl Xin Lin!

"You are a star of the Sangmen who kills thousands of swords, little bitch, I won't beat you to death!"

Sikong's fat body rolled over and rolled beside him, avoiding Xin Lin's fatal blow.

I heard a tear and the sack cracked.

Sikong's face was covered with dust and his makeup was smudged, making him look very embarrassed.

She changed her arrogant appearance in front of others, and two cold light burst out in her eyes, which was completely different from the previous one.

Xin Lin's eyes darkened, and Sikong in front of him had something wrong.

However, Sikong's lower abdomen was lucky, and his fat body continued to tighten, and his whole body shrank apart, and his whole body was strong and bloated.

Sikong's arm swung, sweeping away the fallen leaves like the autumn wind, and swept away hard at Xin Lin.

Wherever the boxing wind reached, it made a sound, and Xin Lin was shocked.

This woman is actually good at martial arts and has good skills.

"Xin Lin" lived in Qian Village for ten years and never discovered that Sikong's family was a martial artsman.

She quickly withdrew her hand. As soon as the stick in her hand touched Sikong's fist, the stick broke with the sound, and even Xin Lin's hand felt numb.

With such strong strength, I am afraid it is no less than that of professional mercenaries.

Head-on, Xin Lin was no match for Sikong. She avoided a few dodges, and Xin Lin was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step. She seemed to have no choice but to retreat, and she stretched her hands and grabbed Xin.

"court death!"

Sikong snorted coldly, not seeing Xin Lin's playing style without any moves.

If A Ran hadn't let her attack Xin Lin, this dead girl would have long been dead.

A mere rural girl who wants to climb up to Youzhou's prince.

Xin Lin gently wiped his hand and wiped Sikong's wrist. Sikong didn't even frown. The little girl's attack could not even be tickling for her.

Kara sounded, Sikong was startled, and he felt his hand sag suddenly and no longer have any strength.

Her wrist was dislocated.

Before Sikong could react, Xin Lin slapped her behind her several times.

Every palm is as light as a feather, but every time the bones in Sikong's body will make a crackling sound.

A long head taller than Xin Lin, the strong and powerful Sikong fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Little bitch! What did you do to me?"

Sikong was shocked and terrified.

"You should ask Sikong Ran what he did to Xin Lin."

Xin Lin fell on the back of Sikong's head with a stick. Sikong's hands and feet twitched twice, and some white foam flowed out of his mouth and nose, and fainted.

Sikong didn't understand how a little baby with no power to defeat him, a martial artist.

Only Xin Lin understands the most.

Xin Lin met an old oriental Chinese doctor who was kidnapped while in the laboratory of the Dark Organization.

In the years after she became aware, she learned a complete set of oriental bone-touching and acupoints from the old Chinese doctor.

Traditional Chinese medicine can save people and kill people.

Although Xin Lin is not as good as Sikong in terms of force, her skillful technique is due to her.

With her every move, Sikong's body fractured many bones, which made her skillful.

However, it is also a blessing for Xin Lin to meet Sikong, who is fighting in the hand-to-hand situation today. If he meets Xuanwu people like Sikong Ran and Bai You, this method would not work.
Chapter completed!