Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

Everyone's eyes turned to the figure in front of them, both shocked and angry.

The Jin Yiwei around quickly stepped forward, and skillfully dragged the corpse away.

Lin Mang smiled slightly, looked at the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "I like to be clean."

Lin Mang smiled, and said quietly, "I invite you to come here today for one thing."

"This river and lake—too chaotic!"

"I don't like it, so I want to set a rule for this world!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened and they stared at Lin Mang in disbelief.

Although I have already guessed that there is no good banquet, but you are too domineering.

These words also completely angered all the leaders of the rivers and lakes present.

The rivers and lakes have their own rules, when will it be the court's turn to set the rules?

Suddenly, there was a chuckle.

"Master Lin."

After the words were finished, a man in white clothes came out with an iron fan in his hand, looking handsome.

Yue Qinghou smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Master Lin, I don't know if the rules you mentioned are the imperial court's intention or your lord's intention?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone around suddenly became intriguing.

If it is the intention of the court, the meaning of the representative will be completely different.

And if Lin Mang wanted it, a mere yellow-mouthed child would be assigned to them to set rules.

Lin Mang took the tea from Tang Qi, took a sip, and said slowly, "Where is the dog barking?"

Yue Qinghou's face darkened, his face full of anger.

He stared at Lin Mang, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Yue Qinghou sneered, and said quietly: "Lord Lin, I just want to ask you a simple question, so you don't need to insult me, do you?"

"Although you are a member of the imperial court, my lord, if it is spread like this, it may not be good for your reputation."

"Fame?" Lin Mang glanced at him lightly, and said with a sneer, "Do you think I need to care about reputation?"

"Isn't this official called a butcher in Jianghu?"

"Since you are curious, I might as well tell you, this is what I mean!"

Hearing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it is not the intention of the court, then they are not worried.

Lin Mang had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and his expression was calm.

Yue Qinghou laughed lightly, cupped his hands and said: "I heard that Mr. Lin is now called the leader of the younger generation in Jianghu. Yue is not talented and wants to learn."

In the distance, a middle-aged old man stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Song also wants to ask for advice."

One after another, Jianghu masters stood up, many of them were middle-aged.

But in the arena, the masters from 20 to 50 years old are all considered to be of the same generation.

Although Lin Mang cannot be killed, as long as he can be defeated, not only will he gain fame, but his plan will also come to nothing.

To establish rules for the world, it also depends on whether you have the strength.

But a mere new grandmaster is too arrogant.

Although Lin Mang wiped out several major sects, in their view, this was only due to the five thousand heavy cavalry.

Everyone knows that news from the world will only become more and more exaggerated.

Lin Mang looked at them and nodded slightly.

"can!"

"But once the officer's knife comes out, there must be blood. Have you really thought about it?"

There is a supreme domineering in the plain words.

There seemed to be a terrifying sword shadow behind that figure.

Among the few people who were preparing to challenge, some showed hesitation.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string and has to be pulled out.

Yue Qinghou lightly waved the iron fan, jumped onto the high platform in the air, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Lin, Yue wants to try it."

Lin Mang got up slowly.

At that moment, a majestic momentum seemed to rise from the ground, exuding a majestic momentum.

The pressure of terror is oncoming.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Yue Qinghou's expression froze, and he circulated his true qi, drawing the vitality of heaven and earth to roll in.

A huge palm print as thick as a mountain was pressed down in an instant.

Duan Yueshou, Marquis of Yue Qing, is also an extremely famous master in Jianghu.

But he looks young, but his real age is 35 years old.

In an instant, the thick palm print with a thickness of thirty feet fell down, and the figure of Yue Qinghou came even more like a shadow.

The iron fan in his hand pointed directly at Lin Mang.

A sneer suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he lightly pressed the iron fan with one hand.

"stop!"

Many densely packed silver needles as thin as hairs suddenly flew out of the iron fan.

Murder is revealed!

This is his real killer move.

But the next moment, countless silver needles strangely stopped three feet away from Lin Mang's body.

Lin Mang drew his sword!

"Chong!"

When the knife comes out, it will be destroyed!

Heavenly Sword Eight Forms, the first form.

The flickering knife light left a faint light in the air.

"laugh!"

Accompanied by the soft sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Lin Mang sheathed the knife with a calm expression.

Just when everyone was wondering, Yue Qinghou's eyes suddenly widened.

Almost instantly, his head flew out.

"Peng!"

Yue Qinghou's body hit the ground heavily, with blood slowly flowing down his neck.

Everyone sat up in shock, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

dead... dead?

Broken Yue Shou, Yue Qinghou is not weak in the arena.

The key was to kill Yue Qinghou with just one blow.

At this moment, everyone who had looked down upon before suddenly became serious, their eyes full of solemnity.

Lin Mang smiled slightly and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

At this moment, a young figure with a knife on his back suddenly came up from the audience.

Dressed in plain clothes, with a handsome face.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, Lin Mang's eyes flashed with surprise.

Seven Killing Swords, Leng Wushang!

"Please enlighten me!"

Leng Wushang cupped his hands in a salute.

He is a real swordsman, and what he pursues is only the way of the sword. There are rumors in the world that the governor Lin Mang is a master of swords, so he came.

As soon as I saw it, I knew what I said was true.

In the audience, there was a lot of discussion among the people.

"Qisha Dao Leng Wushang, why did this guy come to Beizhili?"

"I heard that this guy has won six masters in the south of the Yangtze River. He has perfected the way of the sword. He is quite extraordinary. He is not weaker than his brother. I don't know if he can beat him."

"But if this person makes a move, we don't need to make another move."

The scene just now really surprised them.

Without full confidence, they are not willing to make a move easily.

In the air, a murderous air gradually filled the air.

"it is good!"

Lin Mang just said a word, and suddenly drew his sword, and his figure slashed like lightning.

A flash of knife light seemed to cut through the fierce sun, and it came with a vast and unparalleled force.

At that moment, Leng Wushang pulled out his saber at the same time, and he slashed with the saber's aura wrapped in a strong evil spirit.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to be turned into a knife.

"Clang!"

The two knives collided violently, and the sparks were instantly extinguished.

The two of them broke apart as soon as they touched each other, and fought together again in the blink of an eye. Wherever they passed, the saber energy raged, and the air waves generated by the collision spread out in all directions.

At the moment of the collision, Lin Mang felt a murderous aura.

This person's saber intent is pure killing intent.

The knife moves are even more weird and tricky, with deadly moves.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten strokes, and the terrifying saber energy overflowed.

Suddenly, Leng Wushang's face turned cold, and the knife in his hand had the intention of killing.

A wisp of saber energy quickly slashed along the blade.

At this moment, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and at the same time they cast a lore knife.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, thousands of knives blared.

The terrifying sword intent pulled the vitality of heaven and earth rolling towards it.

That ray of light was like the sun rising from the darkness.

In everyone's field of vision, only the knife remained.

The dazzling knife light illuminates the sky.

Killing God!

Lin Mang came behind Leng Wushang in an instant, the knife in his hand kept cutting horizontally.

"Katha!"

With a soft sound, the knife in Leng Wushang's hand broke.

Gradually, a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Soon, blood gushed from his throat like a river opening, and his clothes were stained red in the blink of an eye.