Chapter 21 Relying on the old to sell the old and bully the young

"Do not move the king's seal!"

As Yin Yifan shouted angrily, his fingerprints were pushed. A dense cold airflow, like a wild horse out of reeds, like an angry Lei Gong. It roared completely!

"Bum!"

An invisible big handprint suddenly bombarded the opposite Ming Tang, who was stunned for a moment. Under this extremely cold breath, he only felt as if his whole body had been hit by a mountain. A mouthful of blood splashed out and the whole person flew backwards.

"Young Master!"

Liu Ling, who was beside him, could not take care of the shock. He exhaled quickly and quickly skimmed his body and took over Ming Tang's body.

Between the tentacles, the latter's body felt like a piece of ice, which was extremely cold. At present, he quickly conveys the power in his body.

After this rescue, Ming Tang also improved, and his body temperature gradually rose, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. Obviously, the power of this unmoving Wangyin is quite powerful, and he is seriously injured.

Closed his eyes and swallowed the blood spewed out of his mouth again, but found that the blood was so cold and bitter.

"Young master?"

Liu Ling was stunned at this time. He sighed that this talent of the Ming and Tang Dynasties has always been the best among his peers. At the age of 15 is to cultivate Benyuan and 90 cents. When did he suffer such a big loss among his peers? Second, he sighed that what kind of monster Yin Yifan was. He didn't seem to have practiced Benyuan, but when he broke out, he directly hit a Yuan of one yuan and nine cents into a serious injury.

"Uh..."

At this time, Yin Yifan couldn't help spraying a mouthful of blood, and his body shook slightly. He staggered and fell on Miss Bai behind him. The mouthful of blood spilled on the ground and turned out to be a brilliant blood-red ice flower.

"Ah!"

Miss Bai quickly held Yin Yifan's body, but found that the latter's body was so cold at this time, even more than the ten thousand years of hard ice. I shouted, but I didn't know what to call him, so I had to ask, "How are you?"

"B bastard! How dare you hurt my young master?" Liu Ling turned his head and shouted loudly. On a black sword, the black airflow surged. Yin Yifan injured Ming and Tang like this. After going back, Liu Ling naturally had a hard time. Thinking of this, he was also angry with the young Yin Yifan and wanted to kill him.

"Humph, your young master is not fighting. Who can you blame?"

Leaning in Miss Bai's arms, Yin Yifan felt soft even if he was seriously injured at this time. He was about to close his eyes and lie down for a while, but he saw Liu Ling growling at him. Immediately, he was angry and struggled to get up, snorted coldly and asked.

"Do you wait for the paruns to be compared with my young master? I buried you!"

Hearing that Yin Yifan retorted himself without restraint at all, his old face could not hang up slightly, and then turned red. The sword [lost] raised his sword and shouted with a fierce face.

"Oh? Are you going to rely on the old and bully me, a person who hasn't even practiced? Although Liu Ling said this, Yin Yifan did not admit it at all and said loudly.

Yin Yifan thought to figure out that although he did not know who Liu Ling was, he must have a good reputation outside that he could practice to such a profound extent. If you rely on your own strength and bully a boy who has not even practiced, it will certainly not be too glorious.

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan's voice became higher and higher, which was enough to be heard by the travelers watching the whole Dongxing Inn.

"You don't know good or bad boy!" As if he had guessed what Yin Yifan thought, Liu Linton's angry face turned green, red for a while, and his eyebrows couldn't help trembling.

"Come on, kill me! "I'm angry with your young master!"

Seeing Liu Ling's angry appearance, Yin Yifan couldn't help but feel relieved. At this time, in his heart, he determined that the people in Mingmen were not good things. Therefore, if you can take advantage of it, you will naturally not let go of the opportunity.

"Hahaha..." Liu Ling laughed angrily, raised his head and laughed loudly, "Don't you think I love face very much? Let me tell you, it is my nature to be sinister and treacherous. You want to die so much, right? Then I will fulfill you!"

After saying that, Liu Ling picked up the black sword, and the magnificent power suddenly surged up, and a heavy pressure went to Yin Yifan, making the latter almost unable to vent his anger.

The strength of such a five-yuan strong man is much stronger than the immovable Wang Yin who did his best just now.

"Well!"

Seeing that Liu Ling really attacked, Yin Yifan couldn't help changing his face. He secretly shouted that it was not good. Although the nine parts of the dust he practiced were very mysterious, he only practiced the first mental method, not to mention that he had not even practiced Benyuan, and how could he be an enemy of a five-yuan strong man.

At this moment, it seemed that the body was firmly cuffed by a pair of shackles and could not move. The strong murderous intention that came to his face was so direct and gloomy.

"Well, old man, you'd better kill me now, or I will definitely bury you with my own hands in the future!"

At this time, Yin Yifan knew that he could not resist, but he knew a truth in his previous life. That is, death will splash your blood. At this time, how to splash blood? That's a few harsh curses.

"B bastard, die!"

Liu Ling was furious when he heard the words, shouted in a low voice, opened his left hand, and took the opportunity to pat him. If you practice to the realm of Sanyuan, you can make Yuanli come out of the body and kill people through the air. What's more, Liu Ling is a five-yuan strong man. If it weren't for Mingmen, he could be a big shot in a big city at any time.

With a pat of his left hand, a huge black palm print condensed by Yuan Li opened above Yin Yifan's head. It is undeniable that if this palm print is really photographed, the latter will definitely be smashed.

Seeing the formation of the huge palm print on his head, Yin Yifan not only took a breath and closed his eyes. But his heart was full of staggering, "My God, if you travel me through time, you are going to die like this?"

Then two old figures appeared in their hearts, who were Yin and his wife. How can we repay the meticulous care that has come from childhood in the future?

In the end, all the thoughts turned into nothingness, and only a slender shadow slowly rose and stood in front of him. Such a face echoed thousands of times in the dream.

" Xi Yao..."

Yin Yifan still muttered in pain after all.

"Wait!"

A voice resounded in front of Yin Yifan, and his white clothes were as ethereal as a fairy. It was Miss Bai who stood in front of Yin Yifan, opened her hands again and shouted at Liu Ling.

"Miss Bai!"

Liu Ling was shocked and quickly stopped Yuan Li's palm print. He was afraid that if he had just slapped it, Yin Yifan would definitely die, but Miss Bai would also die with him. If so, even if there are ten hundred Liu Lings, it is not enough to die.

"No, don't kill him!"

Miss Bai's snow-white pretty face showed a trace of anger, and she shouted at Liu Ling with a commanding tone.

Liu Ling was stunned when he heard the words and looked at the teenager behind the girl. He put up the corners of his mouth and immediately closed his eyes and said, "Miss Bai, please redeem your subordinates!"

As soon as the voice fell, Liu Ling's right hand was another point, and a soft force was sprinkled out, imprinting Miss Bai's body, and the latter was pushed out.

Seeing that Miss Bai was pushed out by herself, Liu Ling's eyes lit up, and her left hand suddenly wanted to take a picture.

"slow down!"

This sound of prevention is even more concise. From Liu Ling's back, the former's lustful head emitted smoke at this time, gritted his teeth, stopped his palm, and turned his head. A young man in brocade stood straight, and suddenly fell into the Ming Tang Dynasty, who had just won the seal of the Ming Dynasty.

"Young master? Why don't you kill him?"

Liu Ling took a breath and asked doubtfully.

Ming Tang did not look at Liu Ling, but stared straight at Yin Yifan, moved the corners of his mouth, aroused a trace of resentment, and said word by word, "Kill, you must kill, but if the person who killed him is me, get out of the way!"

"Young master, your injury?" Liu Ling was stunned when he heard the words and asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter!" Ming Tang walked a few steps slowly and said faintly, but his body trembled with disputableness and coughed softly.

"Okay, young master, I'll help you."

Liu Ling said softly, turned his head and looked at Yin Yifan. His face couldn't help but be murderous. With a wave of his left hand, the huge black palm print on Yin Yifan's head dissipated. But before the latter took a breath, Liu Ling's right hand punched through the air.

"Bum!"

A black fist shadow, with fierce power, bombarded Yin Yifan's chest.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out. Yin Yifan looked at Liu Ling with hateful eyes, covered his chest with his hands, retreated a few steps, and forced his spirit without falling down.

"Hmm! Go to hell!" Ming Tang saw Liu Ling's punch and did not blame him. He opened his eyes and shouted loudly, gathered his strength, swept towards Yin Yifan, and slid out a fierce arc. A strong airflow shook around his fist, and a sharp wind sounded, and the shadow of the fist rushed to Yin Yifan's chest.

Miss Bai, who was pushed aside by Liu Ling, just got up and couldn't help but worry about Yin Yifan's life and death. At this time, she saw that Ming Tang used his power again and couldn't help shouting, "Ming Tang, you are despicable!"

seemed to be a little guilty. When Ming Tang punched, he couldn't help observing Miss Bai. When he saw such a situation, he couldn't help but feel very upset. He turned his head to look at Yin Yifan, and his eyes were about to emit sparks.

"Bian, die!"

The fists with earthy yellow airflows attacked like this. With the shame and indignation that Ming and Tang have not had for a long time, the power is naturally more fierce than usual.

A bang.

But it was not the sound of Yin Yifan being hit, but a more magnificent Yuanli came from nowhere and suddenly bombarded the back of Ming Tang.

With the spitting blood of the Ming Dynasty and flying out, he fell heavily at the feet of Yin Yifan with a shocked face, and his voice was dull. The former raised his head with difficulty, hammered his hands to the ground, and roared hysterically: "Who is it? How dare you sneak up on me!"

"Oh? A sly? Am I a bitch? A more sudden sound sounded from the door.

A figure appeared without warning and appeared in front of everyone. He slowly walked away and stepped on the door panel that had been knocked down by Liu Ling.

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