Chapter 17 Laughing insidiously

"Young master, please take a break first, and I will deal with it." Ling Zhong's ear power was better. He even heard a young man's voice shouting outside the door to kill Lin Dao to vent his anger. For Ling Zhong, anyone who dares to be so presumptuous is doomed to death.

"No, Uncle Zhong, I'll solve this matter. He can just watch it behind me."

Ling Zhong wanted to say something more, but when he saw Lin Dao's confident posture, he gave up. Anyway, as long as he was behind Lin Dao, there was no one who could hurt Lin Dao in the Southern Underworld.

Ling Zhong followed Lin Dao to the door and found that Lin Dao's mansion had been surrounded by people. The leader was Ding Hui, a new nobleman in Nanming City who had fought with Lin Dao. At this time, Ding Hui held a folding fan in his hand and was sitting on a sedan chair. There were four burly men carrying the sedan chair. He was surrounded by family members with weapons dressed as warriors.

"You finally came out." Ding Hui smiled coldly and looked at Lin, who was covered in dust, and said, "Your surname is Lin, you are a good trick. As soon as you return to Nanming City, you will give me a mawei, what a ma ma ma!"

With Ding Hui's drink, the warriors around him shouted with martial spirit: "How dare you treat our lord like this and cut him up!"

"Yes, chop him up and feed the dog!"

Ding Hui waved his hand, and the voice around him immediately stopped. He looked straight at Lin Dao and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I said Lin Dao, do you know that I am now a count and has the power to kill the pars. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, be careful not to see the sun tomorrow!"

Lin Dao was still that smiling face. His smile did not diminish, and he never spoke, but looked at Ding Hui calmly.

"What, are you afraid to speak?" Naturally, Ding Hui would not think that Lin Dao was afraid, but when he saw Lin Dao standing alone at the door, there was no guard around him, he was suddenly a little confused.

"I just think you boy are so stupid!" The last half of Lin Dao was said word by word, and his consciousness shocked everyone present.

"What are you talking about!?" Ding Hui immediately stood up from the sedan chair.

Lin Dao did not look at Ding Hui, but played with the flame in his palm, as if to say to himself, "Hand in a weapon, gather a crowd to rebel, hey hey, what a good explanation. If you really take a pot, I'm afraid the Presbyterian will not be able to fart out.

"You..." Ding Hui seemed to realize something and immediately looked around. However, what made him more confused was that he did not find an ambush of Lin Dao around him. However, the fool could hear what Lin Dao said just now, and Lin Dao was ready to do it.

"What on earth do you want to do? Do you think you can compete with me just by your level of rookie!?" Ding Hui jumped down from the sedan chair and stood no more than ten meters away from Lin Dao.

Lin Dao still ignored Ding Hui and still said to himself, "Ding Feng, the general of Eastern Wu, who is in charge of 200,000 soldiers, can destroy our Southern Underworld by raising your hand. Humph, okay, it's very good."

Lin Dao suddenly extinguished the flame in his hand, and a sense of killing swept out. Ding Hui was forced to take two steps back by this murderous intention. He looked at Lin Dao in surprise. This time, from Lin Dao, Ding Hui actually saw an atmosphere of a fierce general fighting among thousands of troops and horses. This breath was not strange to Ding Hui, because his uncle Ding Feng gave him such a sense of fear.

However, when he thought that Lin Dao was just a long realm, Ding Hui was ashamed of his actions just now. After all, he was a master at the deputy general level, and he was also a good master in this southern underworld.

"Tell you, I kill you like an ant, and you don't need to rely on other people's power at all!" With that, the folding fan in Ding Hui's hand glowed with white martial arts. Ding Hui has no patience to continue to pester Lin Dao. He wants to kill Lin Dao with one blow and then grab all Lin Dao's property!

"Good!" Lin Daoxin pinched his hand, and the Longxia knife appeared out of thin air. The Longxia knife was clenched by Lin Dao's right hand and swung up from right to left.

"Dang!" Long Xia Dao and Ding Hui's folding fan attack unexpectedly made a metal heavy blow, and what made some martial artists break their glasses was that a Shichang-level Lin Dao actually blocked Ding Hui in the realm of the vice general by more than ten steps. Looking at Ding Hui's staggering pace, most people thought they had misread.

"You... have so much strength. No wonder you are so arrogant that you have something to rely on. It's just, do you think it's just strength?" With that, Ding Hui opened the folding fan and only heard a deep shout, "Eagle feather attack!" Ding Hui waved the folding fan in his hand at Lin Dao, and more than a dozen white sharp eagle feathers shot intensively at Lin Dao.

"Fire Shield!" Lin Dao pushed out his left hand and quickly condensed into a physical fire shield, blocking the white eagle feathers.

"Explosion!" As soon as Lin Dao's sound came out, his body was like the shrapnel generated when the bomb exploded towards Ding Hui!

Ding Hui didn't even have time to dodge. He only felt that Lin Dao's figure came quickly, and the Longxia knife chopped down on his head with a rolling heat wave. In desperation, Ding Hui put his hands together and shouted, "Eagle beak!"

"Dang!" Ding Hui's hands seemed to be harder than iron, and he just grabbed the Longxia knife that cut Lin Dao. However, due to Lin Dao's fierceness, Ding Hui's body was pushed forward by Lin Dao for several meters. However, before Ding Hui stopped, another voice broke out in Lin Dao's mouth - "Long!"

The dragon summer knife suddenly emitted a hot light. In the blink of an eye, the dragon summer knife grew more than ten meters of flame blade, and the moment the flame blade grew out, it pierced Ding Hui's shoulder!

Ding Hui shouted bitterly, kicked Lin Dao fiercely, and hurriedly retreated. As if he realized the power of Lin Dao, Ding Hui actually flinched. He seemed to remember something and immediately shouted at the martial arts around him: "Kill, chop this bastard! Whoever cut his head, I'll give him 20,000 gold!"

"Twenty thousand gold, what a big hand. I didn't expect that I was quite valuable." Lin Dao rubbed his chest kicked by Ding Hui, and a cruel smile slowly appeared on his face. His hands were opened, and two huge flames rose from it. "Hey hey, if you are not afraid of death, come up. Condensed fire, thousands of birds!"

Although Lin Dao did not devour the Nanming Ghost Fire, Lin Dao's Jiuyang Shen Gong broke through and entered the second level in the Holy Land of Water Elves. During the period of returning from the Water Elf Tribe to Nanming City, Lin Dao has been practicing without slackening at all. During this period of time, he completely consolidated the second layer of Jiuyang Shengong. The strength of his body was not only several times higher than before, but even his strength rose more than ten times. Then, the Jiuyang Zhenqi in Lin Dao's body has metamorphosed in quality and quantity. At least Lin Dao can summon thousands of birds in one breath to reach up to 100, and the number is two to three times as many as before!

Looking at a hundred flamebirds fluttering around Lin Dao, the martial artists who were originally shouting for killing were suddenly shocked. Although some people were eager to try, most of them chose to retreat.

"What are you still doing? Kill him, and I'll give you 200,000 yuan!" Ding Hui has hidden in the crowd. If he escapes now, he will definitely be able to escape safely, but if he does so, he may no longer be able to raise his head in the Southern Ming Kingdom in the future.

Of course, Lin Dao also understands this, so he is not in a hurry to kill Ding Hui - yes, Lin Dao has already had the intention to kill Ding Hui. Perhaps, Ding Hui will definitely die today!

Although Ding Hui has the strength of the vice general level, he is still much worse than the real vice general realm master. After all, Ding Hui grew up under the care of his family and did not go through too much actual combat. After coming to Nanming City, he sang at night and played with women's first-class skills, but his body was originally a big fat circle, and his combat effectiveness also plummeted. The wine and sex had emptied his body.

200,000 gold, this is an astronomical figure for ordinary people. Don't these martial artists work hard for a piece of money?

"Kill!"

I don't know who shouted out first, and then Wufu raised his weapons and swarmed towards Lin Dao.

At this time, Lin Dao had no pity in his eyes. He knew that these martial artists had been completely controlled by money. They had destroyed their conscience for money, and they were willing to be with the devil for money! At this time, Lin Dao slowly closed his eyes, and more than a hundred flame birds radiated around in a circle. Then a syllable burst out of Lin Dao's mouth - "Explosion!"

The flame is as magnificent as fireworks. At the same time, it also carries countless flesh and blood, which makes people evil.

In the flames, Lin Dao held the Longxia knife and rushed to the direction where Ding Hui was. Long Xia's knife dragged to the ground and made an unpleasant metal sound. At this time, Ding Hui actually forgot to escape. He just watched Lin Dao's figure become more and more obvious, gradually protruding from the flames!

At the critical moment, Ding Hui seemed to remember that he was still a martial artist and a deputy general-level martial artist. He quickly opened his hands, and the white martial arts instantly wrapped around his whole body and waved at Lin Dao, who was dragging the knife: "Ying Yuzhan!"

Lin Dao's one foot was fierce, his body dodged the white blade of the eagle feathers, and held the dragon summer knife with both hands high. The dragon summer knife burned a blazing flame in the air, with the tail of flames in the air, and fiercely chopped down: "Huashan!"

Ding Hui couldn't scream. His body was directly split in half by Lin Dao, and then he was wrapped in flames and burned.

Ding Hui died, and the martial artists who were lucky enough not to be blown up next to watch the money owner killed by Lin Dao. They didn't have time to be sad, but an idea echoed in their minds: "The money owner is dead. This work is in vain."

Money is their goal and the basis for their actions. Even if their friends who eat and drink freely die beside them, they will not jump their eyelids, and only countless gold coins in their minds will be dim and finally melt.

"What's going on here?" At this time, Ling Tong's voice came from the fire overseas. Standing in the sea of fire, the corners of Lin Dao's mouth raised again and laughed insidiously.