My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

But I heard a voice from far and near:

"Master is just going to leave like this? It's too contemptuous of me."

After hearing Lin Xiang's voice, the members of the Four Great Sects in Weibei all looked happy.

Here comes the person who backs them up.

Let's see how this vicious woman ends up.

Bullying these young disciples, is it a slap in the face of the four sects?No, it was the face of the land of Weibei, whose face was the face of Weibei, the face of Lord Lin Xiang, the Yin God.

The ruthless teacher turned back angrily, and shouted:

"Who is sneaking around?"

In the distance, Lin Xiang rode a wooden ox and appeared unhurriedly.

Seeing Lin Xiang appearing at the end of the road, the members of the four sects clasped their fists in unison:

"Master Yin God."

The ruthless master was overjoyed when he heard that it was just a mere yin god.

Such a small character dared to let himself put him in his eyes?

When Lin Xiang walked to the pass, he glanced at Master Wuqing:

"Although it is old and fading, but the charm is still there."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was extremely quiet.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Wuqing hates people talking about her appearance the most.

I'm afraid it won't be good today.

The head of Misty Peak took the opportunity to add fuel and vinegar, and said to Lin Xiang:

"Master Yinshen doesn't know something. Master Wuqing has been innocent all her life and never let men get close to her. That's why she has a great reputation in the land of Weishui."

"Really? Why don't I break the rules and regulations for her?"

The ruthless teacher's face turned from blue to white at this moment.

I have been innocent all my life, and I have never been said so by anyone, no, there are, but those people are dead and their flesh is rotten.

Even Yin God is no exception.

He took out the long sword and slashed at Lin Xiang mercilessly.

"I must cut your tongue today."

The heads of the four schools in Weibei saw that Master Wuqing was too moved, and his chrysanthemum-like faces were smiling brightly.

There is only one thought in their mind.

Dear Lord Yinshen, it is best to break the palace guard that the master has guarded for a hundred years.

Only in this way can the hatred in their hearts be relieved.

The monks on the side saw that the monks in Weibei turned a blind eye to the attack of the ruthless master who was about to kill the Yin God, and couldn't help shaking their heads.

Some feel sorry for Lin Xiang, some watch the excitement, in short, each has their own concerns, but no one is willing to help.

Following Master Wuqing's sword strike, everyone's attention was attracted, and some people commented on Master Wuqing's sword:

"Master Wuqing's sword is indeed the same as her Dao name, and it is also ruthless."

"That's right! Last time, Fellow Daoist Youwei just said that the teacher is too big, and his tongue was gouged out with a sword."

Then all the cultivators subconsciously looked at the chest of the teacher who was already in front of Lin, and then hurriedly looked back.

At this moment, Lin Xiang was not interested in Master Wuqing's soft sword and Ben.

The moment the sword stabbed in front of him, he raised his finger and flicked it, and the sword body made a crisp sound. Because Lin Xiang exerted too much force on the sword with his fingers, the teacher's feet were unstable. After a coquettish cry, she wanted to fell to the ground.

Such a holy teacher, what a shame to throw a dog and eat shit.

Naturally, Lin Xiang couldn't let her just be ashamed like this, of course, she was going to make her more embarrassing.

He stretched out his hand to grab the blade of the sword, and directly pulled Shitai onto Mu Niu's back, and immediately patted her ass with his right hand.

There was a crisp sound.

Just this sound is enough to make people think.

The teacher was in pain and annoyed, ashamed, but remained motionless on the wooden ox, not because she enjoyed it, but because she had no room to resist under Lin Xiang's control.

In full view, there was no other way but to play dead.

The scene that happened between the lightning and the flint left everyone dumbfounded.

Why did the blinking kung fu master fall into his arms?

What the hell just happened?

She is a strong half-step Nascent Soul, an existence that no one dares to provoke in the land of Weishui.

Since no one could answer the question in his heart, one of the monks with the peak strength of Jindan could only sigh:

"The century-old reputation of the ruthless master has been destroyed in one fell swoop."

Immediately, all the cultivators felt sorry for the teacher.

Compared to the people who were both surprised and regretful, the monks of the four sects in Weibei showed gloating expressions, and the four masters took the lead, and came to Lin Xiang to congratulate Lin Xiang:

"Master Yinshen showed his supernatural power and captured the ruthless teacher. He is really a role model for my generation."

"Yes! She is a role model for my generation."

Lin Xiang silenced the compliments from the remaining two people:

"Okay. It's getting late, let's go!"

After hearing Lin Xiang's words, the female disciples of Yitai Nunnery reacted immediately; their master was being humiliated at the moment, and they wanted to draw their swords to save others, but found that the swords in their hands could not be pulled out no matter how much strength they had.

The eyes of several little nuns were red.

In the end, he could only stare angrily, watching Lin Xiang riding a wooden ox, carrying the ruthless teacher on his back, leaving a few words and going to accompany the capital on his own.