When Yang Lin questioned Uncle Gen, the chef, everyone changed from disbelief to uncertainty to sudden realization.
Seeing the shocked expression on Uncle Gen's face, at this time, there was no one who didn't believe Yang Lin's previous judgment.
The old family member who had been with the Huo family for more than thirty years suddenly rebelled and poisoned the master's family.
No one could have imagined this kind of thing beforehand.
For a moment, not only the disciples were confused, but also Huo Yuanjia was slightly stunned.
Heartbroken is not enough to describe the mixture of shock and anger in his heart at this time.
At this moment, Yang Lin performed a plum blossom step, turned his hand into a sword and half-twirled into the air. He threw himself across the long table and slashed at the ninth disciple Li Yanfang with one strike.
Judging from the ruthlessness of his attack, he obviously had murderous intentions and wanted to cut the opponent in half from head to toe.
Although he didn't have a real sword in his hand, with Yang Lin's current level of skill, a single strike with his raised palm was enough to break hundreds of refined irons.
The ninth disciple, Li Yanfang, usually just plays tricks and does not practice too seriously. The biggest advantage is that he has a good relationship with all the disciples.
How could he be able to block this attack?
Becoming hasty, Huo Ting'en and Liu Qingsheng were all shocked and spoke to stop or plead for mercy.
And, he quickly rushed to Li Yanfang's side, trying to save him.
Everything comes from instinct.
Huo Yuanjia's eyes flashed, his feet moved, and then stopped.
With his skills, although he could attack and volley, he finally chose to trust Yang Lin when he was about to attack.
Trust that the other person will not do anything useless or rude.
The fact that the previous chef Uncle Gen's rebellion had already proved this point.
He is right.
Li Yanfang had already taken a step back, and with a slight exertion on his toes, he jumped up, threw himself out of the window, and fled.
Seeing Uncle Gen's defenses being overcome by just a few words, he broke out in a cold sweat and felt like he was dying, knowing that he could not escape the crisis of his identity being exposed.
"It was just a fluke. If I had known this, I would not have succeeded at all. I will never come back."
The reason why he didn't leave was of course because he couldn't let go of this excellent status.
Not only can he gain access to Huo Yuanjia's Mizong Fist, but he can also attack and disintegrate the Jingwu Sect from within.
Advance to attack, retreat to defend.
He is confident, relying on his usual loyalty and kindness to others.
Even if everyone is exposed, he will remain calm.
I never expected that the situation would completely change in just one night.
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Murderous intent is approaching, and a fierce wind blows in the face.
Li Yanfang was filled with regret and could not think more about whether Yang Lin was feinting or deceiving him?
Without thinking, he stretched out his arms and his body became elegant and agile.
He used his best life-saving skills and couldn't care less about pretending.
At this point, there is absolutely no room for hesitation.
The two palms were like black birds scratching the sand, with a sharp wind hissing, and the body retreated slightly as if it had been prepared.
Step back sideways, stretching your body like a white crane spreading its wings.
His fingers were like pinching orchids, his fist turned into a beak, and he pecked at Yang Lin's wrist vein.
The fingertips vibrated and trembled, making a buzzing sound.
"White Crane Fist, nerve plucking technique..."
Huo Yuanjia's eyes narrowed into thin slits.
He recognized at a glance what moves his ninth disciple used.
To be precise, this is not the serious White Crane Fist, but another branch that split from it, also called the Dark Crane Fist.
In fact, it is a very powerful and sinister assassination boxing technique.
Boxing removes Yin evil and specializes in the muscles and nerves of the human body.
This kind of punch does not require much force to hit the human body, nor does it need to attack the internal organs.
As long as it touches the skin, it can break the nerves and make people paralyzed.
Or, die from bleeding in the brain.
The Dark Crane Fist is so sinister.
Especially when dealing with ordinary people with crude martial arts skills, when they attack, they are invisible and invisible, making it difficult to guard against them.
Even though he was dead, he could not find his injuries.
However, in this part of Shanghai, the most used Dark Crane Fist and the most famous one is the Qing Gang Shadow Double Crane.
He is the most notorious leader of the assassination team under Zhang Yulin.
One of the Shadow Shuanghe, one of the four red sticks of the Qingtang Gang, actually sneaked into Jingwu Sect early.
And he even changed his voice and became his ninth disciple...
Huo Yuanjia felt so defeated and helpless.
He is a warrior and not a very good manager.
In his hands, Fist of Fury not only failed to flourish, but air leaked everywhere, like a sieve. It was a joke.
This is so embarrassing.
Huh……
Yang Lin's eyes lit up.
He was amazed by the opponent's boxing skills...
The Wu Yun Mei Kai in his hand, which was originally half empty and half solid, suddenly turned from soft to strong, and fell down like a big axe.
After confirming the identity of the other party, there was naturally no thought of mercy at this time.
Li Yanfang's nerve plucking technique had not yet touched the skin on Yang Lin's wrist, and there was a flower in front of him.
The speed of Yang Lin's palm knife suddenly accelerated, with a rumbling sonic boom, and it passed by his elbow with a diagonal drag.
call out……
The palm knife passed over Li Yanfang's elbow with a metallic aftertaste.
It was like cutting through tofu with a knife, cutting through it without any resistance.
Break flesh and blood, cut off bones, cut off tendons...
Blood splattered.
Li Yanfang's face was twisted, and he let out a miserable roar.
No more attacks.
His body whirled and flew backwards, passing Huo Ting'en who was rushing to rescue him. The remaining intact right hand had turned into a crane's claw.
The fingers were half flexed and half extended, already clasped on the young master's throat.
"Stop, I want to..."
At this moment, Huo Yanen was completely stunned, and all the disciples around him were also dumbfounded.
The steps Huo Yuanjia had just taken stopped again, and Huang Chengcheng's face was full of anxiety.
There was nothing he could do. If he hesitated for a moment, his son would fall into the enemy's hands.
This time, it's not easy to handle.
Everyone present, one by one, reacted at a loss.
Only Yang Lin was unmoved at all.
After cutting off Li Yanfang's left arm with a plum blossom sword, he not only did not stop, but took a long breath.
His eyes turned red, his body turned into smoke, and he moved forward rapidly.
Turn your hands into fists, use your body as a bow, use your fists as arrows, boom boom boom...
In an instant, seven or eight punches were thrown.
At this time, Li Yanfang's crane claw had just been placed on Huo Ting'en's throat, and he only shouted a few words in his mouth.
Then, his body suddenly shook, there was a loud bang, and he was hit with countless punches.
His body was as soft as mud and he flew up upside down.
Snapped……
He fell in the corner of the hall, only twitching slightly.
Everyone turned to look.
When I saw Li Yanfang, the ninth disciple who was originally handsome and sunny, his expression was very miserable.
Not only was his left arm broken off, but his right arm was also broken into a strange and twisted shape.
The legs were as soft as noodles and bent at weird angles...
There were depressions in the chest, abdomen, waist and ribs, and the mouth was half-open, spitting out blood clots mixed with unknown small lumps.
