Chapter 28 Three Heroes of Meiyuan

Lin Muyao came over without hurry, and her eyebrows were full of Zhizhu's arrogant look: "Master Qin, what on earth have you done? No matter how big my name is, I won't scare you like this, will I?"

Qin Yan's eyes turned a few times and replied, "It has nothing to do with Miss Lin. It's really because I suddenly remembered a very important thing, so I don't have time to say hello to Miss. I hope you will forgive me."

"Real?" Lin Muyao came to him casually, shook in front of him, and then circled behind him. "What's important? Tell me and listen. If I am happy, maybe I can let you go.

"Uh..." What's the emergency? Qin Yan's mind suddenly changed, but he still couldn't think of a suitable excuse, and he was secretly anxious. If only I had the ability to speak freely like Yiyuan's younger brother... "Well - look at the weather, it's going to rain soon. I have to rush home to collect my clothes!"

Lin Muyao stopped walking behind him. After a moment, she suddenly laughed: "Haha! It's really urgent! Master Qin, your answer really makes me happy. In this way, I can't let you go."

"Hey, the man said a word..." Qin Yan was halfway through and remembered that the other party was not a big man and immediately became dumb.

"I don't want to be a big man. All I know is that anyone who does not obey my heart is a sin. Anyone who dares to oppose me should be destroyed. Lin Muyao said word by word in a soothing and faint tone, "Master Qin, at this point, you should also understand my temper. This girl's patience is limited, and I don't have time to spend time with you here. You now have two ways to choose, life or death. Which one do you choose?

Qin Yan's heart is in the heart! Although Lin Muyao's martial arts skills are not strong and have been favored for a long time, she also showed the cold momentum that a noble princess should have. What's more, because the second and third brother beside her became more and more murderous, which made him feel a strong danger. He had no doubt that as long as Lin Muyao waved her hand, the two loyal servants would kill him on the spot and would never show any mercy because he knew the butterfly fairy.

What should I do? Is there really no choice but to give in? In fact, if you do it, you may not have a chance. This Miss Lin is so close that as long as I reach out his hand, I can grab her in his arms as a threat, and then rush out of the siege, and then find a secluded place to prepare for the anger of Qingwei's nest...

A messy idea flashed through his mind, which made him entangled. He could almost imagine the impatient murderous intention behind Lin Muyao's expressionless face. Due to the lack of spiritual power, he did not dare to detect Lin Muyao's emotions with the search spell. He only felt that the coldness behind him was getting tighter and tighter, which could turn into a fatal blow at any time.

Time passed second by, and Lin Muyao's predicted attack did not come, but Qin Yan's nerves became tighter and tighter, and countless ideas have been intertwined: die and die. There is nothing to be afraid of. If you can't, I still want to see the truth of "Tao". Ah, do you want me to serve such a unruly man? Girl, but the chance of rashly and surviving under the pursuit of the Lin family is close to zero... Finally, he made a decision.

"Miss Lin, I figured it out. I would like to be your swordsmanship teacher."

A man can bend and stretch. I haven't served the young lady so much. I just saw him today. Just talking and comforting like this, Qin Yan seemed to feel a little better. Giving in under the pressure of power is also a novel experience!

Lin Muyao smiled gently and walked to Qin Yan: "I knew you would come to it. Except for a real fool, no one will live with his life. In fact, I really don't understand why some people are so cheap. I sincerely worship you and ask you to teach me. You don't want to force me to adopt this extreme way to be willing to give in. Look, don't you feel very good now? Why did you have to do it at the beginning?"

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. After enduring this humiliation, when my skills were fully restored... Qin Yan suppressed this thought and said solemnly, "Miss, you have learned a lesson!"

Lin Muyao shook her head and turned her back to Qin Yan. Her figure went far forward. It was not until behind the black strong man that she said, "Second, try Master Qin's martial arts skills."

"Yes, boss!" The black man responded with a deep voice, and then took a step forward, and the magnificent body leaned against Qin Yan.

Qin Yan quickly shouted, "Wait, I have something to say--"

What responded to him was the big hands like a fan raised by the black man, like a falling mountain, with a palm straight to his forehead. Qin Yan's breathing stagnated, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly raised his palms obliquely to meet him.

In the short moment when he raised his right hand and hit the palm of the black man, he had experienced several hesitations in his heart. Do you want to attach the only trace of spiritual power? After all, the other party is only a high-level state. If you use your own aura, you can defeat it with just one blow. However, I only have one blow... But if I don't use spiritual power, how can I be the opponent?

That's all, it's just the bitterness of skin--

Compared with the palm of a black man, Qin Yan's hands are small and exquisite. The two contrasting right hands touch each other, and the results are not unexpected. After a dull physical impact, Qin Yan staggered back two steps and blushed on his face, but finally removed the impact.

The internal force gained by drugs in his body collapsed under the attack of the internal forces cultivated by the black and strong men. The remnants of the other party's palm rushed directly into his body, forcing him to suffer unspeakably. However, with the strong body after practicing blood and a little unloading skills, he finally carried it down.

He stood firm and exhaled a turbid breath, and the red tide on his face quickly faded.

The black man looked at him with wide eyes, and his face could not hide his surprise. The teenager seemed to be weak, and his internal cultivation was really not good. When he patted his palm, he clearly felt that the other party's internal force could not resist at all, but how could the result be different from what he expected...

His hesitation also gave Qin Yan a chance to speak.

Miss, I suffered an internal injury not long ago, and it will take a few days to recover. Moreover, the next ability is all on the sword. If you fight empty-handed, you must not be the opponent of this second brother. I hope you can see it!"

"You said that your ability is all on the sword." Lin Muyao carried her hands on her back and walked to him, "So, where's your sword?"

"Uh... I met a strong man on the road and lost it when I ran away." Will the young master say that it is because of your sister Butterfly that I have no time to pick up his sword?

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Lin Muyao could no longer maintain a rigid shape and trembled with a smile, "Master Qin, you are really a strange man in the swordsmanship world! Haha, you are so interesting. No wonder Sister Butterfly recommended you to me! Hee, Lao San, tell Master Qin, what is the first principle of your sword practitioners?

The cold voice of a young man in white came from behind Qin Yan: "The sword is in the person, and the sword is lost."

Qin Yan sneered in his heart. Put your life on a dead object. It's okay if you don't learn such a pedantic martial arts!

Lin Muyao smiled and said, "But Master Qin was running for his life at that time. The situation is urgent. He must have lost everything he could lose. Maybe he even took off his coat!"

Miss Lin, what do you think? Do you still have time to take off your coat when you run for your life? At first glance, he is a rookie who has never escaped!

I only heard Lin Muyao continue to say, "In a word, when life is at stake, everything is perpetuable. Lao San, lend your sword to Master Qin and let our Meiyuan Sanjie see Master Qin's superb swordsmanship.

But the teenager in white shook his head and said coldly, "People who don't love swords don't deserve to use swords."

Lin Muyao's face darkened: "Lao San, you are so capricious again that you don't even dare to listen to the boss's words?" Seeing the young man in white, she waved her hand again, "Forget it, I'm a little tired of it. Go back!"