I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"Second brother Xionghu is so powerful that my younger brother admires him!"

Jin Yichuan walked over with a smile.

"Ghost King" Xu Ruowu has once commented that Lu Jianxing is a lion, Shen Lian is a demigod and half ghost, and Jin Yichuan is a sleepy tiger, naive and harmless to humans and animals.

Anyone can touch it, anyone can provoke it, and even touch the tiger's butt.

Jin Yichuan neither dodges nor objects.

He is smiling and cheerful, covering up all his emotions with his smile. Even the weakest kittens, puppies, and rabbits will not be wary of him.

Then, kill with one hit.

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and said: "You damn Xiong Hu, you are still making sarcastic remarks at this time. When this is over, I will definitely beat you up. Remember to wash your butt!"

Jin Yichuan did not continue the topic because Shen Lian was definitely not interested in his butt.

Jin Yichuan asked curiously: "Second brother, what's so weird about these Langshan bandits? Why are they not afraid of injury or death? What the hell is this?"

When Shen Lian heard this, his eyes narrowed and he made a murderous gesture: "Don't ask about this matter. I will explain it to you later. All these corpses will be cremated."

"A crushing blow to the bones? So vicious?"

The thoughts of ancient people and modern people are different.

Modern people are accustomed to cremation, but in ancient times, they advocated keeping the whole body. Cremation is equivalent to crushing the bones and raising ashes.

Without a three-generation feud, this would generally not be the case.

Shen Lian used to "do as the Romans do", but when it comes to these poisonous insects in Langshan, Shen Lian can only do this.

"You go buy some quicklime and use lime to destroy all, and I mean all, their belongings, especially the powder or paste.

The bodies were gathered together and cremated.

When cremating, use lime to surround the body in a large circle. After lighting the fire, leave immediately, prepare more dry firewood, and come back after burning. "

Shen Lian's arrangements were very detailed, more detailed than Dongchang's method of destroying corpses and traces. Jin Yichuan even felt that this was not destroying corpses and traces, but destroying the devil.

What kind of devil is it that deserves Shen Lian's concern? Could it be possible to destroy the world?

Although Jin Yichuan didn't understand, Shen Lian's expression was so serious, so he would naturally choose to do it. Anyway, Dongchang had a very bad reputation, and he didn't care about taking a few scapegoats.

"What happens after you're done with it?"

"After disposing of the body, you guys will go to Langshan with me. This is the best thing for you to do."

"What's up?"

"Do the same thing here!"

"I do everything, what do you do?"

"I am seriously injured and will have to recuperate for three months."

Shen Lian waved his hand and turned to leave. However, the force he exerted just now was too much and his steps were sloppy. He couldn't help but staggered. Feng Siniang quickly reached out to support him.

"You're so seriously injured, but you're still so brave!"

Feng Siniang said dissatisfied.

"It's not that he's seriously injured, he's just a little weak."

Shen Lian's injury was not serious, but body-refining warriors are most rough-skinned and thick-bodied, and they recover very quickly from trauma. During the recovery process, they were able to seal their injuries and face the enemy when they encountered a surprise attack from a powerful enemy.

"If you dare to show off again, just walk back!"

"I'm not trying to be brave, can you carry me?"

"I can carry you back!"

With that said, Feng Siniang grabbed Shen Lian as if carrying a pole, carried Shen Lian to the side, threw him onto his mount, and took him back on horseback.

From a distance, she looked like a female bandit who had gone down the mountain to snatch the husband of the stronghold. Shen Lian was well versed in the teachings of his seniors and covered his face with a bamboo hat.

Shen Lian:o(╥﹏╥)o

When Shen Lian dealt with Dongfang Qingmu, Yang Zheng had already arrived in front of Di Qinglin.

Di Qinglin was dressed luxuriously and elegantly, while Yang Zheng was wearing a shabby police uniform and had sharp eyes.

"This is not my palace, but my small courtyard where I cool off in the summer. It is not luxurious, but it is clean. You are the first one who can enter this room."

Di Qinglin didn't show off in any way.

Because there is no point in showing off.

Di Qinglin knew very well that even if he used gold to build a house, Yang Zheng would not care.

Moreover, at this moment, the extremely luxurious Hou Mansion at home should have been sealed off by Lu Jianxing and the Jin Yiwei, and the glory and wealth have long been gone.

At this time, Di Qinglin was like a peacock that had lost all its feathers. If he insisted on opening his tail, not only would he lose any sense of beauty, but his dirty excrement would be revealed.

Yang Zheng looked directly at Di Qinglin without even blinking: "I just want to ask you, is Sisi dead? Did you replace the escort Yin?"

"Why did you ask Sisi first? Is a living singer more important than silver? What kind of singer can't be bought with 1.8 million taels of silver?"

"I think human life is more important than money."

"Your thoughts are very similar to Shen Lian's ferocious beast. They are all deviant."

Di Qinglin smiled and said: "Sisi is very beautiful and smart. If she hadn't been so smart, I would have really wanted to keep her. This is a sad story."

Di Qinglin didn't lie.

He doesn't bother to lie!

Disdain to lie in front of Yang Zheng!

The purpose of making up lies, if not to please the other party, is to protect yourself.

If you completely despise a person in your heart, and if that person will die soon, then there is no reason to lie to him, so why lie to him?

"Did you kill her?"

"To be precise, she is still alive. For such a smart and beautiful girl, I will kill her very slowly. I will keep her appearance and her youth."

Di Qinglin smiled and said: "If you can kill me as quickly as possible, then you have a chance to save her, so are you ready?"

Yang Zheng said: "If you don't tell me, I don't have any evidence. I can't arrest you without evidence."

Di Qinglin shook his head: "Even if you find evidence, the one who can arrest me is Shen Lian. If you are not qualified to arrest me, the evidence will become false."

"But you gave me a chance, because you are too proud and you couldn't show weakness to me."

"That's right, please take action!"

Even in a life and death battle, Di Qinglin still behaved politely and even said "please".

It's just that he said "please take action", but what he actually meant was "please die"!

Use Yang Zheng's death in exchange for his own rebirth.

Di Qinglin felt the "catastrophe". If he could survive this calamity and shed his skin and be reborn, the green-scaled python would be able to grow claws and sharp horns and ride on the wind to transform into a dragon.

This was the most important battle in his life. No matter how much Gujing felt, he became very nervous because of this, and sweat even appeared on his palms.

He originally wanted to use a sword, but at this moment, he decided to use a sword because he was most familiar with swords. He had practiced swords for much longer than swordsmanship and was more familiar with swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship has been engraved in his bones.

He had already controlled the sword as he pleased, thinking that where the sword edge was, the sword edge would be there.

It would not be half a point higher, not half a point short, not half a point left, not half a point right. He hoped that the tip of the sword would reach Yang Zheng's Quchi acupoint and hit the middle Quchi acupoint.

Weird angle!

As fast as lightning!

Extremely precise control!

Exquisite sword moves!

No matter how you look at it, Di Qinglin has a reason to win. In less than three seconds after the battle started, he made seven wounds on Yang Zheng's body. The sword that hit Yang Zheng's Quchi point made Yang Zheng feel sore and numb. .

The blood dyed Yang Zheng's clothes red, and the loss of blood made Yang Zheng teetering on the edge of his feet, and he could no longer hold the parting hook.

It's time to end!

This thought flashed through Di Qinglin's mind, and the sword pierced Yang Zheng's throat. Yang Zheng's vision was blurred and he didn't know how to hide.

"laugh!"

Blood splashes!

The sword pierced Yang Zheng's left shoulder!

It wasn't that Di Qinglin wanted to torture Yang Zheng, or that his stabbing wasn't precise enough, but that Yang Zheng was unstable and fell sideways, just avoiding this fatal blow.

Di Qinglin was shocked. He was about to pull out his sword and strike again when he suddenly felt pain.

It was a strange pain, a feeling I had never experienced before, a call to death.

The sharp hook wrapped around his arm and pierced his throat from an unnatural angle.

"This... uh..."

Di Qinglin wanted to ask why, but he no longer had the strength to speak. Yang Zheng understood his thoughts and used his remaining strength to clear up his doubts.

"On the way here, I met Ying Wuwu, fought with him, and saw this sword technique."

"Haha...okay...poof..."

Di Qinglin vomited blood and the dead body fell to the ground!

He never dreamed that his encouragement to Ying Wuwu would actually guide Yang Zheng.

He didn't even expect that his cautious defense against the enemy would actually become his own talisman. This was really

——Time is also destiny!

Yang Zheng fell to the ground with a wry smile, and took out the golden sore medicine given by Shen Lian to bandage the wound. As soon as he finished bandaging the wound and wanted to find someone, the door suddenly opened.

The leader was wearing a flying fish suit, tall and mighty, with a cold look in his eyes, and it was—Lu Jianxing!

Not to take credit, but to help take the blame.

Yang Zheng cannot afford to take Di Qinglin's responsibility!