"I'll say it again, seal your own acupoint and spare your life!"
Zhao Lin walked out of the white mist and looked at Tuza and said slowly.
Although the battle just now was short, the process was thrilling.
The warriors at the third level of the Blood Realm faced a desperate situation and burst out with astonishing fighting power. If Zhao Lin had not absorbed the spirit of Fengli and broke through to the first level of the Blood Realm, the outcome of this battle would have been unknown.
Tuza reluctantly raised his upper body and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, but his tone was extremely firm: "This is your life, you... come and take it!"
Zhao Lin nodded slightly, said no more, jumped up on his toes, flew over Tuza's head, and punched out from a high position...
boom!
Northwest of Dayue, within the territory of Wuche, on the top of Leimu Cliff.
The electric light wrapped around Basang's arm, and the friction between his fist and the air made a strong explosive sound, piercing the chest of the Weizi warrior on the opposite side.
Weizi Wuren glanced down, his eyes full of disbelief, then he spat out blood and fell to the ground softly.
"Vulnerable!"
Basang licked the blood around his mouth and retracted his fist with a sneer.
At his feet lay five corpses. They were Enli and his party sent by Huoshan to assassinate them.
…
"You mean, five blood realm warriors assassinated you? Did they use the martial arts of the Western Regions?"
After Zhao Lin killed Tuzha, he transported the five corpses back to his residence one by one, then went straight to the Hongrong Pavilion in the inner courtyard and informed the head of the courtyard, Yang Lin, about everything.
Before Yang Lin finished listening, his face turned red and his mustache was trembling, obviously he was extremely angry.
"Flame Knife, Burning Wood Fist, are you sure these are the two techniques?"
"Yes, there is a shadow flame at the edge of the energy, exactly as the elders and teachers said."
Zhao Lin recalled it and said with certainty, "Furthermore, the disciples also heard the conversation between them. One was named Dibu and the other was named Lasu. Their names are not like those of me from the Central Plains."
"Take me to see it!"
Yang Lin stood up and strode outside the pavilion. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said to the four instructors: "Did you hear what Zhao Lin said just now?"
"I heard it!" Liu Shengnian and others replied in unison.
"Sheng Nian, report this matter to the leader immediately."
"Zhou Qing, Wei Hong and Xuancheng, you go find the law enforcement elders and send people to bring back all the disciples guarding the mountain. No one is missing!"
As he spoke, Yang Lin took off the jade plaque from his waist and handed it to Zhou Qing: "In emergencies, take this to the law enforcement elder and he will help."
The four teachers responded in unison: "Yes."
Zhao Lin knew that Yang Lin was worried that other disciples would encounter the same thing, so he waited patiently.
"Let's go!"
After Yang Lin finished explaining, he called Zhao Lin to hurry down the mountain.
The matter was urgent, so Yang Lin borrowed two exotic horses from the sect and rode with Zhao Lin to Guyan Mountain.
There are not only strange beasts in the Yanyun Mountains, but also mutated wild horses.
However, the mutated wild horses were wild and difficult to tame, so the people at the Royal Beast Hall used high-quality horses to breed with the mutated wild horses to give birth to heterogeneous horses.
This was Zhao Lin's first time riding a heterogeneous horse. He didn't think much of it at first, but as time went on, he realized the difference.
Ordinary horses can only sprint for tens of miles at high speed. No matter how far the horse is, it will easily get tired or even die.
Exotic horses don't have this problem. They have amazing endurance. They can go uphill and downhill as if they were on flat ground, and they don't show any signs of fatigue when running long distances in the mountains.
After about an hour, the two came to Guyan Mountain.
Looking at the collapsed wall and the five corpses on the ground, Yang Lin's expression changed slightly. He stepped forward and stretched out his palms to press on the corpses one by one.
After a martial artist dies, his qi and blood stop flowing, but the traces of his cultivation are still there. Yuanjing warriors have the ability to check their original cultivation level.
Yang Lin found that among these five people, three were at the second level of the blood realm and two were at the third level of the blood realm. They were all around forty years old, with solid meridians and strong internal organs. He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Lin in confusion.
Such mature Blood Realm warriors are extremely powerful in combat.
It's like a twenty-year-old young man with peak speed, flexibility, and reflexes, but in fighting he can't compare to a strong man in his thirties or forties.
The sun is strongest at noon, but the hottest time of the day is late afternoon. The two are the same.
If Zhao Lin escaped from these five people, Yang Lin could barely understand it, but killing these five blood realm masters in one go would be unbelievable!
"The heart veins of these people are different from ordinary people. The fists and palms are dark red in color with plum blossom spots. It can be seen that they have practiced Binghuo palm power."
"Comparing what you said before, it is certain that the Flame Palm and the Burning Wood Fist are both unique martial arts of the Western Region Weizi's Flame Sect."
Yang Lin temporarily suppressed his doubts and pointed at the corpse.
"Fire Flame Sect..."
Zhao Lin muttered something softly and frowned in confusion.
Yang Lin saw what he was thinking, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and rubbed his hands clean, "You must be wondering why the largest sect in the Western Region would send people thousands of miles away to kill you, a young man who has never met you, right?"
Zhao Lin quickly found a clean handkerchief and offered it to him, "Are they worried about their disciples competing for a good place in the martial arts competition?"
Yang Lin took the handkerchief and said with a smile, "You are very smart, you guessed it right!"
"But this disciple is only ranked fifth in the inner courtyard..."
"Only fifth?"
Yang Lin shook his head and interrupted: "How old are you this year?"
"nineteen."
"Yes, you are only nineteen years old, and you will just turn twenty when the martial arts competition meets next year. Do you understand?"
Yang Lin's eyes flashed, "Twenty-three, twenty-six, twenty-nine, this means you can participate in four full martial arts competitions!"
"What they are worried about is not the present, but the terrifying potential you have shown!"
Zhao Lin was speechless.
Yang Lin stared at Zhao Lin and continued: "How do you think they know your strength?"
Zhao Lin reacted immediately, "Naibi Hui?"
If something like this happened, there must be a traitor who tipped it off. The assassination happened less than a month after the end of the Naibi Conference, indicating that the traitor was likely to be in the Liyang Sect or the Zhennan Sect.
If the traitor is in the inner courtyard of Xingyun Sect, there is no need to wait until now.
Yang Lin nodded, "I think so too. Although He Liancheng from the Liyang Sect won the Naibi Conference, it was you who performed the best."
"There is no other reason than age!"
Zhao Lin thought for a while and asked: "Head of the Academy, who knows that I am practicing in Guyan Mountain?"
Yang Lin's eyes showed approval and said: "Not many people know about it, but it is not a secret. As long as you pay a little attention, even ordinary servants can find out about it."
He sighed and said, "It seems that our Xingyun Sect also needs to clean up!"
Zhao Lin glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked: "Head of the Academy, now that it is clear that the Lieyan Sect did it, what measures will the Sect take?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Lin's face darkened, "The martial arts competition is held once every three years, and these people actually took the wrong approach and thought about evil ways. I'm afraid they really thought that there was no one in the Central Plains."
"Don't worry, there will definitely be an explanation for this matter. Whether it is Wei Zi or the Flame Sect, they must be bled out!"
(End of chapter)
