Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

Murong Shiqing blurted out in shock, the anger in his heart could no longer be concealed.

He spent so much effort to befriend Yan Bingcheng, and now he is dead?

Lin Mang wiped the blade slowly, turned his head and glanced at him, and said calmly, "What did you see?"

Murong Shiqing was slightly taken aback.

What I saw, of course I saw you kill the chief envoy of a place, an official of the third rank.

Lin Mang smiled slightly, and walked towards the person sitting below.

On the seat sat a thin man wearing a gray robe.

He is the leader of the Changtian Gang, Zhao Yuntian, who is considered a first-class force in Xiangyang Mansion.

But seeing that lunatic approaching step by step, he still inevitably felt a wave of fear in his heart.

He sat back on the chair all over again.

In an instant, a white knife light cut across his eyes.

fast!

This knife is almost to the extreme.

A strand of black hair fell from the forehead of the leader of the Changtian Gang, and around his neck was an embroidered spring knife that shone with a cold light.

Just now, the head of a chief minister was beheaded by this knife.

One of his hands was on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't dare to pull out the sword no matter what.

Lin Mang looked at him with a smile and asked, "Tell me, what did you see just now?"

Zhao Yuntian Tong Kong was in a hurry, and his heart also raised.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the corpse on the stage in the distance, and then at Lin Mang, his thoughts turned sharply, and he said tentatively: "Bu... the chief minister, Mr. Yan, resisted the arrest and tried to attack and kill Jin Yiwei. Kill."

Lin Mang shook his head slowly.

Zhao Yuntian felt a "thump" in his heart, and thought to himself, "Did I say something wrong?"

"It's not me, it's you?"

"What?" Zhao Yuntian looked puzzled, but before he finished his sentence, his sword hand suddenly pulled out of its sheath, and the sword flew out, piercing into Yan Bingcheng's body.

Zhao Yuntian's face turned pale.

This is to push them into the fire pit.

Attacking and killing the third-rank officials of the imperial court...

Lin Mang patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly, "The court...needs people like you!"

Lin Mang smiled and turned to the high platform.

Behind him, the disciples of various sects suddenly drew their weapons and threw them at Yan Bingcheng's body.

Everyone flinched childishly.

All of them looked at the disciples behind them with astonishment.

Are you crazy?

But at this moment, those disciples also looked gloomy and at a loss.

Everyone didn't notice that Lin Mang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Lin Mang stepped on the steps and climbed up to the high platform step by step. The momentum on his body was like a mountain, slowly rising from the ground.

Gujing Wubo's words sounded faintly:

"Now, I don't know who still opposes me as the leader!"

Chapter 140 Overlord Bow

Lin Mang turned around and looked at the masters of martial arts sects below.

He knew that all these people wished to kill him at this moment, but they only wanted to, and no one dared to take action.

He didn't even have the courage to rebel with the rebels, let alone challenge the court.

The stronger he is, the more afraid they are!

From the moment he mentioned the 20 Beijing Camp and the [-] Southern Army, they were scared.

They couldn't guess where the army is now, whether it is outside the Xiangyang mansion.

If the army can't quell the chaos, can't they quell their sect?

The sect's foundation is here, and they dare not gamble.

Unless they can really be willing to part with such a huge martial art foundation.

As for those small sects, they don't even have the idea of ​​gambling.

It would not take much effort for the imperial court to crush them to death.

Murong Shiqing's face was gloomy.

He looked at Lin Mang, stood up suddenly, cupped his hands and said, "Since Lord Lin wants to fight for the position of the leader, Caomin wants to challenge Lord Lin boldly."

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Murong Shiqing.

The dissatisfaction with Murong Shiqing just now faded a bit.

Murong Shiqing can be said to have expressed their aspirations.

Letting a Jin Yiwei be the leader of the martial arts alliance, if it gets out, wouldn't it make the martial arts compatriots all over the world ridicule.

For hundreds of years, there has never been a precedent for Jin Yiwei to serve as the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Murong Shiqing looked at Lin Mang with an imperceptible coldness.

Although Lin Mang cannot be killed, it is still possible to teach him a lesson today.

Competing for the leader of the martial arts, challenges are inevitable, this is the rule in the world.

Murong Shiqing looked at Lin Mang calmly, and said with a smile, "I wonder if Mr. Lin can enlighten me?"

Lin Mang smiled and nodded slightly.

"can!"

"However, swords have no eyes, Patriarch Murong should be mentally prepared."

Murong Shiqing's expression suddenly turned cold.

Is this warning me?

If the Fushi from the capital city came here today, he might still be a little bit afraid, but you, a thousand households of Jinyiwei, are too loud.

Young people can understand their arrogance, but being too arrogant is not a good thing.

He admitted that this person was indeed extraordinary, but his decades of penance, could it be that he was no better than a boy with no hair at all.

"Master Lin, don't hold back!"

Murong Shiqing's tone was exceptionally cold, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Lin Mang put the knife back into its sheath, and said with a smile, "Let's do it."

"You don't need a knife?"

Lin Mang said in a relaxed tone, "You are not worthy of my knife."

Murong Shiqing's expression turned extremely cold in an instant, and he said with a sneer, "If that's the case, then I don't need weapons."

"Master Lin, I hope you will not regret it."

The people underneath cursed in their hearts, this one is crazy, and the other is really shameless.

Who doesn't know that your Murong family is famous for your palms and kicks.

Lin Mang looked at Murong Shiqing with a smile, and said calmly, "Let's begin!"

Murong Shiqing sneered, the figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and came galloping.

Ling Lie's kick has already struck, pointing directly at Lin Mang's life point.

Lin Mang stepped forward fiercely, and unleashed the pure Yang Fist, which was extremely powerful and unparalleled, like a falling sun. The scorching true energy condensed into raging flames and exploded, making the surroundings of the high platform scorched black.

The scorching temperature seemed to burn the air.

Murong Shiqing Tong Kong Meng flinched, and was forced to retreat quickly, responding with his palm.

A series of black zhenqi palm prints burst out, like clouds and waves hitting each other.

This is the Murong family's secret palm technique, Moyun Palm, the palm force is yin and evil, and it is specially designed to hurt people's five internal organs.

An overwhelming amount of true energy blasted out continuously.

In an instant, hundreds of illusory palm prints condensed in front of him and covered Lin Mang.

Lin Mang was also not to be outdone, and the Chunyang fist seals were blasted out one after another, with great power.

At this moment, Murong Shiqing took advantage of the gap to attack and kill.

The tricky and weird legwork suddenly stepped down, as if it had a huge force.

The zhenqi condensed, like a mountain toppled over, unstoppable.

A hint of mockery suddenly flashed in Lin Mang's calm eyes.

not good!

The moment he saw Lin Mang's expression, Murong Shiqing was startled.

"broken!"

There seemed to be a cry of a nine-day dragon, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, and endless thunder burst.

Terrifying sound waves oscillated and exploded.

The air in front seemed to be torn apart, and a wave of sound waves attacked and killed the dragon.

Murong Shiqing let out a muffled snort, his eyes were horrified, and his figure retreated crazily.

The impact of the sound waves made his head seem to explode.

Qi and blood surged among the internal organs of the whole person.

Lin Mang's speed was faster than him, catching up like the wind.

Fengshen legs!

The legs are pouring like a torrential rain, the legs are as violent as a gust of wind, and the strength is like thunder.

Murong Shiqing was terrified.

What kind of legwork is this?

The berserk force broke through his protective qi in an instant.

"I surrender!"

Murong Shiqing shouted out unwillingly.

Between life and death, face is nothing.

But Lin Mang never had the slightest intention to hold back his hand. Almost the moment his words fell, he kicked Murong Shiqing in the chest.

"boom!"

Murong Shiqing slammed into the ground obliquely from midair, blasting a big hole in the ground.

The fresh and pure true qi penetrated into his body like the real fire of the sun, quickly burning all the meridians in his body.

"Pfft!" Murong Shiqing spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Dantian, broken!

Lin Mang landed slowly, looked down at Murong Shiqing, and said casually, "Sorry, I didn't hear you just now."

Murong Shiqing could no longer hear what Lin Mang said clearly, and fell into a coma.

It would be nice to be able to save his life under Dacheng's Fengshen legs.