In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

East City.

As winter passes and spring comes, all industries prosper.

The snow on the streets is gone, and pedestrians are walking through the streets and alleys.

The snacks and cakes along the street made children stop and cry.

The scholars from the county academy gently waved their folding fans, and walked into the beckoning alley and various jade-stealing buildings in small groups... After a while, there was a blurred sound of Yanyan Yingying.

In conjunction with the clanging sound of iron in the nearby forge, a faint ensemble is formed, which can be described as a combination of hardness and softness, with ups and downs.

All things grow and are naturally harmonious.

Until the continuous screams came from the distance, tearing the peaceful daily life into pieces.

At first it seems to be lingering in the horizon, but if you listen carefully you will find that the screams are getting closer...

The people in the market raised their heads and looked around for the source of the sound.

Soon, it became clearer and clearer.

"It's coming from the alley to the north!"

A person pointed at a deserted alley leading to Beicheng, and a huge scream came from the narrow opening.

The people felt bad and slowly moved away from the alley.

brush!

Finally, a young figure appeared in everyone's sight.

This person has a stern face, his eyebrows are like daggers, and a hint of coldness radiates around him. He looks young, his clothes are not fancy, and he is holding something in his hand.

"Then...that's a human leg?!"

"Fart, it's a person, complete!"

Everyone was talking.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Chen Lin had already dragged Zhang Kuang out of the alley, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

The moment he saw clearly the twisted and miserable state of Zhang Kuang.

The people in the market, who were in a mood to speculate wildly just now, were instantly frightened.

"ah!!"

"Killed!"

"Everyone, run away!"

The parents picked up their children and left quickly.

The stalls on both sides packed up their things in a hurry, or picked up the things in their hands and stared at Chen Lin warily.

Chen Lin didn't react. He just raised his head to identify the direction, and then continued walking towards Wu Street.

rustle--

Zhang Kuang, who was dragged here, gradually became hoarse from shouting. Excessive blood loss made his head dizzy. His voice gradually became smaller, and then he fainted completely.

At this time, the stall owners on both sides also discovered something was wrong.

"Why does the person being dragged seem to be the arrogant man who killed a thousand swords?"

"Didn't he specialize in collecting debts and making money for gambling houses?"

"Did you hit the iron plate this time?"

"Looking in this direction, we are going to Wu Street!"

The vendors watched Chen Lin go away.

Suddenly, I lost interest in setting up a stall and wanted to follow him to watch the fun.

…

Flying Bear Boxing Gym.

"Senior Brother An, Senior Brother An!"

A disciple rushed in, shouting everywhere.

Neither Taisheng, the library leader, nor Weng Jinren, the senior brother, are in the library.

Currently, the person guarding the martial arts hall is a disciple named An Yong. His realm has reached the Three Realms, and he is the most likely disciple in the hall to become active on his own.

"what's the situation?"

An Yong pulled up his trousers and walked out of the room, still smelling of powder.

The disciple couldn't see through these details and pointed outside in horror:

"I, I just saw Senior Brother Zhang Kuang!"

"What's wrong? He's back from Shanshi? It's a bit early, but this is normal..."

"no!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Kuang, he was beaten half disabled and dragged back!"

"It looks like my right hand is broken!"

"What?!"

An Yong was shocked.

He hurriedly walked out the door.

As soon as I walked to the martial arts training ground, I saw a young figure coming in.

Also dragging on his hand was a man whose body was covered in blood.

An Yong looked at it intently and recognized it immediately.

The one who was being dragged like a dead dog was Zhang Kuang who was supposed to be in charge of the mountain city!

"Who are you?!" He gathered all his strength, his eyes were as wide as bells, and his aura was like a big bear, pressing towards Chen Lin.

There were more than twenty apprentices around, and when they saw the formation, they also gathered around them.

It's not just these people.

Outside, disciples from various martial arts schools, as well as people watching the excitement, had gathered together and stretched their heads to look inside.

"What's going on? Who did the Flying Bear Boxing Gym offend?"

"I do not know!"

"But recently I heard that they have been investigating the death of a certain disciple in Mountain City?"

"..."

The buzz outside did not affect the martial arts hall.

Chen Lin stood at the entrance of the martial arts arena and looked up at the Flying Bear Boxing Gym sign hanging next to him to make sure he was looking in the right place.

Then he said coldly:

"Your disciple caused trouble in the mountain city today. I helped you bring him back. I came here to ask for an explanation from your guild leader..."

"Are you asking for an explanation from those low-life mud-legged people? I think you are tired of living!"

"Tell me! Who are you from? Which martial arts school are you from?"

An Yong stepped forward, looked down at Chen Lin, then looked at Zhang Kuang's miserable state, and stretched out his hand angrily, trying to grab Chen Lin's collar.

Snapped!

Chen Lin patted An Yong's paw away calmly, raised his head slightly, and responded to him:

"Chen Lin, South Pass of Xiaojin Mountain."

"What?" An Yong didn't hear clearly for a moment.

But the next second, he saw a fist hit him.

The fist looks weak and weak, even the speed is not too fast.

"How brave!" He grabbed his fist with his left hand and swung a knife with his right hand, intending to cut to Chen Lin's elbow and directly break the muscles and bones inside.

This was supposed to be an easy thing.

However, at the moment when the palm and the fist connected.

An Yong immediately felt a strange force pouring into his hands.

Become a powerful martial artist!

He reacted immediately, but to no avail.

The blocking left hand was instantly twisted and broken!

The fist that struck seemed as light as the wind, but in reality it was like rocks rolling down!

Completely unstoppable!

boom!

The fist hit him directly under the chest and abdomen.

In an instant, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs seemed to be rolled over by wheels.

An Yong flew backwards in an instant, knocking down several disciples behind him. He barely raised his head and wanted to say something, but immediately began to vomit blood and quickly passed out.

"..."

Quiet.

Both inside and outside the field were equally quiet.

The dozens of Flying Bear Fist disciples seemed to have turned into dead people, all frozen in place.

"Let your host come out."

Chen Lin's voice reached everyone's ears, making everyone tremble.

"...Master, he and his senior brother have arrived in Xicheng. I heard that they took a leisurely trip to Lu Mengze on the He family's boat!"

Chen Lin's face suddenly turned dark!

The atmosphere in the field became tense, as if a rope was strangling everyone's necks.

Another voice came from the panic:

"We also have some senior brothers who are also waiting at the pier!"

"If you want to know more, you can go over and ask them!"

The only ones left in the field were apprentices. As they talked, these big men got closer and closer to each other, almost hugging each other in fear.

Chen Lin had no intention of embarrassing them and turned away with a sullen face.

Just as he was about to leave, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the Feixiong Boxing Gym sign next to him.

Snapped!

The punch is as powerful as a whip!

The iron-clad signboard exploded into pieces, and sawdust fragments were thrown several feet away.

No one dared to say a word, they only watched this scene quietly.

Watching Chen Lin walking westward alone.

The surging crowd outside made way for him...