I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 212 He is Babel!

"Accordingly, at your age, you should be the pillar of the family. The son has not yet grown up, the daughter is probably not married, and the wife may be sick to some extent. If there are parents, the burden may be even heavier."

Lin Dong smiled and replied: "Therefore, middle-aged people like you generally don't dare to cause trouble, and even once they know that a certain place is dangerous, they will definitely run the fastest, unless it is a family member. They haven't left yet."

"However, Pindao has looked around just now, and most of the villagers have left."

"This only shows that your identity is by no means as simple as that of an ordinary farmer."

"You are a very smart person."

The man laughed, and simply stopped pretending: "You are basically right, I am indeed not a local farmer."

"Oh."

Lin Dong nodded unsurprised, glanced at his hands, and asked, "Since this is the case, then I should ask you where you came from and what you want to do?"

"Xiao Daoist, I wonder if you have heard a word before?"

"What?" Lin Dong asked.

The man withdrew his smile, with a somewhat intimidating look on his face: "Knowing too much may not be a good thing."

"I've heard of it."

Lin Dong thought for a while, and then said with certainty: "Well, I have indeed heard that some villains especially like to say that you know too much, and then they will say a certain thing to those who know too much. If people listen to it, they will eventually kill the killer."

"You, but you want to do this?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked subconsciously, "How do you know?"

"Have you ever heard a saying?"

"What?" asked the man.

"The villain died of too much talk."

Lin Dong smiled, flicked his fingers, and a sword qi passed through the man's shoulder with a puff.

"who are you?!"

The man whose shoulder was pierced took a few steps back with great vigilance, stood behind what he thought was a safe place, and looked at Lin Dong with a serious face: "In the rivers and lakes, there is such a method, in the eyes of a certain person It's just the number of hands, but I have never heard of a young Taoist priest.

who are you? "

"The poor way is the poor way, the poor way is not someone, let alone someone's so."

"Don't talk about me now, talk about you."

Lin Dong smiled, patted the dust on his shoulders, and said to the man with a smile, "There are not many people in this world who can be pierced by me on the shoulder without frowning, and who can still fight back at any time under pain."

"Who is your Excellency?"

He stretched out his hand in doubt, washed his hands beside the water, and after shaking it, he suddenly said: "You, aren't you the legendary King Zhu with iron hands, iron face, iron clothes and iron nets?"

Zhu Xiawu did not run away while Lin Dong washed his hands.

It's not that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

At a certain moment, when the thought of running away rose in his heart, he felt a sudden sense of crisis.

That sense of crisis was so real.

Just like how he felt when he escaped from catastrophe countless times before.

Therefore, he dared not move.

"Yes."

After listening to Lin Dong's words, Zhu Xiawu temporarily suppressed his heavy thoughts, and said with a smile.

"The head of the Taoist guessed well. A certain person is the leader of the Twelve Chains of Waterways running across the Yangtze River and Yellow River waterways, King Zhu Datian."

"But if I don't know who grows up with you, who is it?"

When Zhu Xiawu walks the world, he is often extremely cautious. Most of the time, he only shows his official identity.

But because of this, he sees the bigger world.

He also knows that besides him, there are many masters in this world.

Such as Dugu Qiuxian, such as Huang Chang, such as Xu Zhu who has retired.

In front of these people, let alone making a mistake, he dared not even have the slightest hostility in his heart.

Having dealt with those people, he gradually became more cautious.

Therefore, even if he knew that a war was breaking out over there at this time, and even that guy called a lunatic might really destroy his foundation, he would not show up easily, and only observed secretly at this time.

Because of this, when he faced Lin Dong, he naturally had a thought in his heart to deal with it carefully.

Because Zhu Xiawu couldn't see through this person at all.

He seemed to be standing there, but he didn't seem to be there. He had only seen Dugu Qiuxian on such a high level.

No.

It should be said that the temperament is the same.

In terms of strength, the one who can defeat the heroes of the world with a single sword is stronger.

At least, in his mind that is the case.

So he wants to know even more, who is this person in front of him, why he has such terrifying strength, and what only Dugu Qiuxian has...

Invincible temperament!

"I?"

"It's just a wild Taoist priest, not worth mentioning."

Lin Dong pointed to his nose, and said with a smile: "I said it before, Pindao is just a person who likes to watch the excitement, and you just don't let me watch the excitement, so this kind of thing happened."

"Should I say you are lucky, or bad luck?"

Standing by the river, with gusts of wind blowing, Zhu Xiawu didn't feel the slightest bit of high spirits, and his heart kept falling.

Who is he?
Why is it so powerful?
It's not that he can easily be intimidated by a few words.

He, Zhu Xiawu, is not such a cowardly person.

In fact, standing in front of Lin Dong at this time, he only felt that his entire body had been locked.

As long as you dare to move, you may die on the spot.

Looking at the Taoist standing by the river with his expression never changing much, Zhu Xiawu didn't even know how to speak.

"Can the Taoist priest let me live?"

After being silent for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to say this sentence.

Lin Dong laughed.

"Pindao didn't say he wanted your life."

While laughing, he shook his head and sighed: "Hey, it's really better to be famous than to meet, the majestic King Zhu, how timid he is."

Zhu Xiawu really wanted to refute, it's not that he is timid, it's that you are too strong.

However, when the words came to his lips, he dared not speak anyway.

The enemy in front of him was extraordinarily powerful, stronger than anyone he had encountered before.

If at the beginning, he still felt that the Taoist in front of him was not as good as Dugu Qiuxian, then now he understood.

The temperament of this Taoist is a hundred times, a thousand times or even ten thousand times stronger than that of Dugu Qiuxian!
It was a sense of aloofness that was invincible in the world and could only fight against the sky.

Compared with him, Dugu Qiuxian was like the leader of ants on the side of the road, so weak and thin.

"I just want to live..."

After a long time, he said the most humiliating sentence in his life.

However, the moment he said those words, he didn't feel humiliated anymore.

To be able to leave alive under the hands of such a person, even in such a huge Jianghu, is definitely something to be proud of, right?

"it is good."

"Pindao let you go."

Lin Dong smiled lightly and collected his Qi machine. Looking at the relieved Zhu Xiawu, he casually took out a book of martial arts and threw it over, saying, "I'll leave this book of martial arts to you. Take it back and practice again. Maybe you Then it can get stronger.”

"Pindao hopes that if we meet again next time, you won't be so timid again."

He is Babel!

(End of this chapter)