The skill is broken, I am stronger

The aura of a real dragon emerged from the dragon chair and turned into a golden dragon, roaring at Lin Lang.

This golden dragon is not weaker than the real dragon that Lin Lang saw for the first time in the Daming Palace.

Lin Lang smiled: "Sure enough, you also have the spirit of a real dragon here."

He raised his hand and directly grabbed the golden dragon's head, a powerful suction came out of his palm, and the whole golden dragon got into Lin Lang's arm and disappeared.

Lin Lang picked up the Great Seal of the Great Song Emperor again, and once again absorbed the breath of the real dragon inside.

The Emperor Song was taken aback. What did he see? A dragon seemed to have appeared just now, but was swallowed by Lin Lang?

Lin Lang wouldn't want to kill him, would he?

Is there anyone who can come to escort, escort!

In the imperial study room, all the withered dragon pillars have small phantoms in the shape of dragons, these are the illusions of real dragon aura.

If it was in the Daming Palace, Lin Lang would not absorb it at all, so he had to save some for the little emperor.

What if these real dragon spirits are gone, affecting the fate of the country, and causing natural and man-made disasters?

The Sun Moon God Sect is in Daming, and Lin Lang is the emperor's teacher, so he doesn't want Daming to be in chaos.

But here is Da Song, so we can do an experiment.

Besides, he said just now that he borrowed the spirit of the real dragon. If Da Song is gone, wouldn't he have to pay it back?

"You, what are you going to do? I can give you whatever you want, but you can't kill me!"

The emperor of Song Dynasty peed in fright, and a pungent smell came from under his body.

Lin Lang frowned slightly. Judging from his courage, the Emperor of Song Dynasty was not as good as the little emperor of Ming Dynasty, and he might be too imaginary.

"I don't even bother to kill people like you. Call someone."

The Emperor of Song Dynasty looked at Lin Lang weakly: "I don't call people, what exactly do you want, can I give you silver, please? Or the extraterrestrial iron in the treasury can be used to forge magical weapons."

"By the way, there are some martial arts secret books in my palace. If you want, I will give you all."

Lin Lang casually picked up the pastry on the table and put it into his mouth: "I told you to call someone, don't you understand?"

The emperor of the Song Dynasty was stunned. What did Lin Lang mean by this? He thought that there were no masters in my palace?

This is what you told me to shout.

He suddenly shouted loudly: "Where are people? Where are they all dead!"

An old eunuch suddenly appeared, and when he saw Lin Lang, he immediately stood in front of the Emperor of Song Dynasty: "Your Majesty, the old slave came late to save you, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Who are you, dare to come to the palace to be presumptuous!"

When did a person come in here, why didn't he notice it at all?

Without Lin Lang's answer, the Emperor Song said cautiously: "This is Lin Lang, the right envoy of the Sun Moon Sect."

Ga?

The old eunuch suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

"Lin, Lin Youshi?"

With a plop, the old eunuch knelt down on the ground.

Why did this demon come here?

Although he lives in the Song Dynasty Palace, he also knows that Lin Youshi is the teacher of the Ming Emperor. He has killed all the martial arts myths, and he is also the person who has killed the most masters in the world in the past two years.

He is nothing more than a grand master, not even a finger of the other party.

Lin Lang glanced at the old eunuch: "You have practiced boy kung fu, and you also have the scriptures of the Nine Yins?"

The old eunuch bowed and replied: "Lin Youshi has good eyesight, people like us are the most suitable for boy skills."

It's just that his childishness is not as good as that of Cao Zhengchun from Daming Dongchang.

Lin Lang nodded, that's right, the people in the palace were not all forced to be children.

The power of boy kung fu is not weak, how could they not practice it?

However, the old eunuch also practiced the Nine Yin Manual, which he was somewhat interested in. Although he had obtained the outline of the Nine Yin Manual before, he did not get the other parts.

"Go and get all the martial arts cheats stored in the palace, including the martial arts you practiced."

The old eunuch was hesitating, and the Emperor of the Song Dynasty sternly shouted: "What are you still doing, you dog slave, if you don't do it, do you want me to chop your head off?"

The old eunuch went down immediately. Anyway, there are also copies of the secret books in the palace. His Majesty agreed, what else did he say?

Lin Lang glanced at the Great Song Emperor. He was just an ordinary person who hadn't even practiced the basic internal skills. His body was rather flimsy. It seemed that there were too many concubines and he was short of money.

Just such a weak chicken, just because he sat in that seat, he could shout and shout at a master of the great master level.

"Sure enough, reincarnation is also a skill, but is it really that good to be an emperor?"

The emperor is locked in the palace every day, and it is difficult to go out at ordinary times. The ministers will say that it is a waste of money, how aggrieved.

And even though there are so many martial arts cheats, no one taught the emperor martial arts at all, but taught him how to handle government affairs, how to love the people like a son, and how to control the court.

In this way, the emperor will have a short life, those princes will have a chance, and those ministers will have the opportunity to be promoted to rank, and they will have a lot of power.

Otherwise, if a martial arts legend becomes the emperor, sits on the throne for hundreds of years, and kills several generations of courtiers, I don't know what the world will be like.

An emperor can't be an emperor for hundreds of years, but an emperor teacher can.

Peng!

The door of the imperial study was suddenly pushed open, and Zhuge Zheng walked in.

"Which master of the rivers and lakes dares to trespass in the Song Dynasty Palace, and even seizes the spirit of the real dragon!"

Don't you know that Da Song is guarded by him, Zhuge Zhengwo?

"Zhuge Xiaohua, we finally meet."

Anger appeared on Zhuge Zhengwo's face. Although his name was Xiaohua, others called him Zhuge God Lord, or it was also Zhuge Zhengwo's name. How could anyone call him Zhuge Xiaohua?

In his eyes, Lin Lang's whole body was introverted, as if the vitality of the world was converging towards Lin Lang's body.

This is one—a martial arts myth!

"Shenhou Zhuge, this is Lin Youshi from the Sun Moon God Sect." The emperor hurriedly introduced.

Zhuge Zhengwo was taken aback: "Lin Lang? As the teacher of the Great Ming Emperor, what are you doing in our Great Song Palace! Do you know that this will cause disputes between the two countries, and even start a war?"

Lin Lang glanced at Zhuge Zhengwo: "Let's fight then. The last time the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty went to Mengyuan, many soldiers from the border town guarding the southern border didn't participate, and there was less opportunity to make meritorious deeds."

"I came here to borrow something, and your emperor of Song Dynasty agreed."

When the Emperor Song saw Zhuge Zhengwo appearing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Anything in the world, as long as Zhuge Shenhou is there, there will be no worries.

How many people tried to harm him, but they were all solved by Zhuge Shenhou?

This time, there will be no exception!

The Emperor Song carefully moved behind Zhuge Zheng and me, and when he felt that there was no threat, he suddenly straightened his back: "Shenhou Zhuge, this man is extremely arrogant, let me take him down immediately!"

Lin Lang looked at the Great Song Emperor playfully: "Maybe I'm not invincible, but the Zhuge Xiaohua in front of you is not among the people who can deal with me."

Zhuge Zhengwo's aura is very strong, and he is actually the peak of heaven and man. No wonder he was able to suppress the Great Song Chaotang by himself before, so that the people of the Great Song Jianghu dare not make mistakes.

He also knew about Zizaimen, a sect that had defected to the imperial court many years ago. There were not many disciples, but each one was an elite.

It is rare to see people who have this kind of martial arts but are still willing to obey others.

Zhuge Zhengwo stared at Lin Lang: "I heard that Emperor Ming's master's miraculous skills are world-class, and his martial arts practice is unrivaled in the world."

"Why don't we make a bet. I will make a move. If I can break the master's horizontal martial arts practice, I will ask the master to retreat, and don't come to the Song Palace again."

"If I can't break it, I will give all my martial arts to the Great Ming Emperor. Do you dare to bet with me?"

Lin Lang looked at Zhuge Zheng and laughed at me: "You are really smart, no matter you win or lose, you will not lose."

"If you win, you guard the Great Song Palace, and your status will definitely rise to a higher level. You can also gain a great reputation in the world, and even use this to deter other unknown masters of the world, so that people will not dare to come to the capital of the Great Song Dynasty again. .”

"If you lose, you just gave me the martial arts that I could have obtained, and you may not even see it in your eyes. Do you still think that I will be embarrassed to kill you?"

"I don't like gambling."

This is like killing the other party easily, but after being said a few words by the other party, he bound his hands and feet to fight the other party. Isn't this a brain damage?

Why make things so complicated when they can be solved easily?

Zhuge Zheng, I didn't expect that Lin Lang would not pick up on him at all. This was different from any other martial arts master he had ever seen.

When other masters heard what he said, they would fight against him relying on their status, and the worst would be to save face by injuring him after he broke his golden body.

Lin Lang's behavior was really special.

Before, he was clearly being watched to see when Lin Lang was approaching the capital of Song Dynasty, so he was well prepared, but why did Lin Lang suddenly come alone?

Suddenly he looked behind him, a familiar figure led several people into the imperial study.

"Zhuge Zhengzheng, I have already said that your methods are useless. Even if he agrees, what can you do if you retreat this time and come back next time?" Yuan Shisanxian looked at Lin Lang, his whole body was full of momentum.

"So the best way is to kill him!"

Yuan Shisanjian asked himself that his martial arts, intelligence, etc. were not inferior to Zhuge Zhengwo. The reason why his status was far inferior to Zhuge Zhengwo was just bad luck.

However, he cultivated his disciples with all his heart over the years, refined the Liuhe Azure Dragon Formation, and even realized a unique skill, which even the myths of martial arts can't stop.

This time, Zhuge Zhengwo couldn't handle Lin Lang, but if he did it, then he would definitely be made a duke and surpass Zhuge Zhengwo in an all-round way.

Zhuge Zheng and I watched my junior brother Yuan Shisanxian come in with six disciples, what is he going to do, to use the strongest formation of Zizai Sect?

But no matter how strong the formation is, can it beat the myth of Wulin?

"You want to kill me? Just rely on these people you brought?"

A celestial man, with six great masters, wants to deal with him, a martial arts myth?

Brain is a good thing, but it's a pity these people don't have it.

When six people surrounded him, there was a hint of interest in his eyes: "Everyone's aura is connected together, and the strength has increased by six times, but what's the use of this?"

The six great masters are only in the early stages, and it is only a matter of one move for him to increase by six times.

"So that's the case, is it possible to combine other people's divine will with your own to deliver a tyrannical blow?"

After Lin Lang saw that the auras of the six people were connected with Yuan Thirteen Limits again, he immediately understood the specialness of this formation.

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The aura of Yuan Thirteen Limits soared six times in an instant, faintly able to compete with Lin Lang.

The Emperor Song hid behind a pillar, just as he saw the old eunuch approaching with two large boxes in his hands.

"You dog slave, if you don't ask someone to prepare hot water, I want to take a shower and change clothes."

"Aren't you known as the number one expert in the university? How come you don't even have the courage to fight in front of Lin Lang. What a waste!"

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. When he saw the old eunuch kneel down to Lin Lang, he didn't say anything harsh, otherwise he might have been killed by Lin Lang.

He, the majestic emperor of the Song Dynasty, was actually in such a mess in his own palace, all because of these wastes.

He is watching right here, after Zhuge Zheng I kill Lin Lang, he will tear Lin Lang's body into tens of thousands of pieces!

Yuan Thirteen Limit also brought people here, so it must be safe.

The old eunuch explained: "Your Majesty, Lin Lang is the top martial arts master in the world, and this old slave is indeed no match."

"Your Majesty, it's better to go to other places to take a bath and change clothes. The Marquis of Shen and Yuan Shisanxian may not be Lin Lang's opponents."

The Emperor Song, who was going to stay here to watch the play, was stunned: "What are you talking about, even the Marquis Shen can't take Lin Lang down? Why don't you hurry up and help me go?"

Regardless of whether his embarrassment would be seen by more people, the Emperor Song grabbed the old eunuch's hand and ran towards the side door.

At worst, turn around and kill all the eunuchs and court ladies you see!

Yuan Shisanxian smiled coldly at Lin Lang: "Master of the Great Ming Emperor, martial arts mythology? Let's see how you block my sad little arrow!"

At that moment, Lin Lang felt that he was locked on by a strong killing intent. All he saw was an arrow, an arrow more terrifying than Xiao Li Feidao.

Chapter 369 Stamping the Imperial Palace