47 No disaster

Caidie explained the story clearly. Although it was a little false in terms of "fighting to the death", it was generally true and credible. However, Mr. Lin stared and said that they had missed the opportunity, which led to Lin Wu's death. It turned out to be a look of putting the blame on them, which shocked everyone. .

"What are you talking about, senior?" Caidie's face was full of grievance and quickly distinguished: "We ran there when we heard Lingsun's shouting. The desert is difficult to walk, and it's uphill. Our cultivation is really too low. We can only see your grandson's body when we rush there. I hope you can see it clearly!"

Wang Fan was full of displeaousness and secretly said that the old man was deliberately angry, but he had to follow the crowd and ask the seniors to observe.

"Kei-cha? I have made it clear!" Old man Lin suddenly changed his color: "Wang Fan, do any of you have a name named Wang Fan? He killed my grandson!"

"What?" Wang Fan suddenly heard him call his name and said that he had killed Lin Wu. He couldn't help but be shocked and afraid. He quickly came out and said, "The younger generation Wang Fan saw the senior. I don't know why the senior said this? Lin Wu has no grudge against me. How could I deliberately kill him? Please check it clearly!"

He was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. He didn't know who put the eye drops in front of the old man, but except for Baishan and Zhao Yi, there was no deep hatred for him, let alone framed for no reason.

"Baishan Zhao Yi, I wanted you to live for two more days, but you two are impatient."

He was furious, his hands clenched into fists, and he hated it.

"Are you the Wang Fan?" Old man Lin didn't care what he was thinking. He narrowed his eyes and explored his spiritual knowledge. After finding that he was actually a three-level monk, his face couldn't help changing slightly, but then he was even more angry: "Good boy, really strong, so why don't you save my grandson? Say it!"

"The seniors clearly observed that it was not that the younger generation was not saved. Indeed, as Caidie said, we heard that Sun Hu rushed to the emergency, but the two were too far apart, and we were late!"

"Are you late?" Old man Lin seemed to find a punching vent. His eyes stared and his teeth clucked: "Is it really late, or is it deliberately delaying the fighter plane?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Wang Fan.

He is a foundation-building monk. For Wang Fan, he is an invincible existence. With this palm, he directly slaps Wang Fan out.

"Ah!" Wang Fan screamed and fell into the flowers and plants in the courtyard. Then he felt that his chest was painful and stuffy. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't help spitting out blood and relieving a little.

"What's going on? Why did the old man suddenly try his best to break the meridians in my lungs? It's just the first time we met. Is there such a big hatred?

He was shocked and scared. He didn't know what the old man Lin was crazy about, but his brain was crazy and wanted to solve it.

Since the meridians were blown up by the ice grass and fire beads, and the internal organs were almost burned, the repaired meridians and viscera have become much stronger, otherwise he may be abolished this time.

"This old man must have a plan. I have to pretend that my heart and lungs are seriously injured, otherwise I may be poisoned."

Although he is at the outer door of Lingxiao Pavilion, he is not sure that Jiang Guanjun will help him. After all, in the eyes of the foundation monk, he is like a dragonfly. For the sake of a dragonfly to offend the same level monk, this is not the work of a mercenary monk.

Thinking of this, he forced out a big mouthful of blood, and even some of the blood was mixed with fragments of meridians.

"Wang Fan" The disciples who came with him shouted loudly, all of whom were indignant, but their faces were like earth and did not dare to act at all.

"No, old man Lin, what does this mean? Do you still dare to kill people in my Lingxiao Pavilion?"

Manager Jiang finally took action, patted the table and got up. He looked at the old man Lin angrily, and there was a tendency to fight if he didn't agree.

Speaking of which, Wang Fan is just a scholar and a "knocking brick" with him. Once the two sides collude willingly, the "knife brick" will lose its function. Therefore, he has long forgotten who Wang Fan is.

But this is Lingxiao Pavilion, the outer door of his supervisor. What's the difference between beating his doorman here and slapping him in the face?

This is no longer a matter of Wang Fan's life and death, but a matter of his face, so he must be angry, and he must be angry. It is best to fight. Otherwise, once it is spread out, he can't even protect his own doorman, but his reputation will be ruined. Who will dare to come in the future?

In fact, in addition to this "face problem", he is really angry.

I think that as a foundation monk, he has been in an important position for a long time. He is always high and highly respected, and he has suffered a low voice. That's all. The problem is that when he said a lot of good things this time, Old Lin still didn't give up and said bad words to each other, which made him angry.

"What the hell, isn't it just a small family of cultivation? It's really embarrassing. Since you are shameless today, don't blame me for being rude.

After thinking about this, he wanted to take this opportunity to give Mr. Lin a down. He couldn't help but release his spiritual power and forced everyone to retreat repeatedly.

"Your grandson died because he was not good at learning. Why didn't the others die? Old man Lin, I sympathize with you who sends white-haired people to black-haired people. Don't know what's good or bad!"

The eyesight of the basking monk were amazing. At a glance, Manager Jiang saw Wang Fan spitting out the fragments of the meridians and veins in his sperm and blood. His face turned red, and he was even more angry, as if Wang Fan was really his direct descendant: "Your surname is Lin, you are so cruel to a junior. Do you think this is the Lin family?"

Old man Lin also saw the meridians in Wang Fan's blood. He probably felt that he had done a little too much, but he still looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. He stood up carelessly: "What's wrong? It's just a dragonfly. If you die, you will die!" With that, he raised his legs and walked out: "I want to go, how dare you stop me?"

After saying that, he went away, paying no attention to the blue-faced stew manager Jiang.

Speaking of which, Manager Jiang also has a bitter saying that the Lin family gives hundreds of thousands of gold and silver to Ling Xiaoge every year for half of Ling Xiaoge to eat, drink and sleep, so the above order is to calm down the old man Lin's anger in any case, so only he doesn't go too much. If he can put up with it, he still has to endure it.

Looking at him go out in a big way, Manager Jiang was both angry and relaxed.

If things can be solved in this way, it can also take care of the feelings of both sides.

As for Wang Fan, who suffered the disaster, he can only be blamed for his bad luck. First, someone souded discord, and then became a punching point.

"Whhhh whether the cultivation is useless or not depends on your luck." Manager Jiang glanced at him, said secretly, and followed him out indifferently.

There are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. An injured dragonfly is not worth his stay even for a moment.