Chapter 1193

"Ha ha!"

Lin Yin smiled and said, "are the people in Qingmen so arrogant now?"

"Boy, you have to find out who you are talking to!" the two martial artists on the list looked at each other, and they rushed at Lin Yin at the same time. This is their chance to show in front of Xie Cong. Whether they can live depends on this time.

Seeing that the two men rushed towards Lin Yin, the young man and Xie Cong didn't stop them, but with a faint smile on their faces.

"Ants try to shake the tree."

Lin Yin shook his head slightly and bent his fingers at them.

The martial artists on the two sky lists only felt a strong wind and lost consciousness. Xie Cong and the youth of Qingmen were stunned. They only saw the young man bend his fingers and flick, and the martial artists on the two sky lists turned into two blood fog.

At this time, they also understand that this is a kick to the iron plate.

"Elder..."

Xie Cong looked at Lin Yin and said cautiously.

Lin Yin gently waved to interrupt and asked, "that's what Xie Yuan taught you?"

"Boy, although you are strong, I am not a vegetarian in Qingmen. If you dare to offend our Qingmen in Nanyang, it will be difficult to move." the young man looked at Lin Yin and said confidently: "no, offending our Qingmen, the whole blue star has no place for you."

"Shut up!"

Xie Cong secretly scolded "Sha Bi". It is obvious that the man in front of him is not something they can deal with. Even if he covers the sky in Nanyang, it will be useless if he can't pass the pass in front of him.

"Elder, he is still young and not sensible."

Xie Cong said quickly.

"How old are you?"

In a faint smile on one's face, Lin Ying looked at Xie Cong, and saw Xie Cong's old face red. "Look at my elder ancestors' face," he said. "Wu Songnai is the old disciple's new disciple. He doesn't know the sky."

"Xie Cong, shut up. My master is a strong man, even in the whole East. Behind him is the Langya Lin family. What are you? Move me? You can weigh it yourself." Wu Song said coldly.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Yin had planned to let Wu Song go in the face of Xie Yuan, but she didn't expect Wu Song to be so ignorant. His face became cold

"Even Xie Yuan doesn't dare to talk to me like that. Today I'll abolish you and let you go back to complain. I'll see how Xie Yuan will deal with me."

With that, Lin Yin flexed his fingers.

"Bang!"

The sound of explosion came. Xie Cong didn't even have time to stop it. He saw Wu Song's body flying out. His whole body collapsed on the ground like a soft lump.

"Wu Song!"

Xie Cong was surprised. Wu Song is one of the most talented young people in the Qingmen generation. If he is abandoned in front of him, he will be punished when he goes back.

Xie Cong's heart cooled when he looked over.

At this time, Wu Song's muscles and veins were broken all over his body, and his martial arts accomplishments were turned into running water. Even if he was reluctantly rescued with strange medicine, it was difficult to practice martial arts again.

"Wu Song is abandoned."

Xie Cong sighed.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Xie Cong bows to Lin Yin.

"How dare you abandon me?" Wu Song's face was full of disbelief. He was the man favored by Xie Yuan, the ancestor of the green gate. Now he has been abandoned in Nanyang.

"Boy, you're dead!"

Wu Song was almost crazy and looked at Lin Yin with a bitter face.

"Let's go!"

Lin Yin said calmly.

"Go?"

Xie Cong was stunned and asked softly, "where are you going?"

"This is Nanyang. Naturally, it's your green gate." Lin Yin said calmly.

Xie Cong's heart is like a river tumbling over the sea. For a moment, he doesn't know whether the mysterious strong man in front of him is an enemy or a friend. Lao Zu is not at the headquarters of Qingmen at this time. Who is the opponent of the mysterious man in front of him.

"I don't know what's the matter with you when you go to Qingmen, senior?"

Xie Cong asked in a deep voice. He is the Xie family, and Qingmen belongs to their Xie family. As an elder of the Xie family, he still has a deep fetter on Qingmen.

Lin Yin also saw Xie Cong's worry and said faintly, "don't worry, I have some friendship with Xie Yuan and Xie Quan."

"In that case, please, senior. There's my Qingmen plane outside the valley."

Xie Cong held Wu Song in one hand and made a gesture of invitation with the other.

Outside the valley, there was a helicopter. Half an hour later, the three arrived at the Qingmen headquarters.

However, Lin Yin and Xie Cong came down, while Wu Song was carried by Xie Cong.

Lin Yin felt a sweep and nodded slightly.

Over the years, he also gave Qingmen a lot of resources. At this time, Qingmen's strength has indeed made great progress. At this time, there are no less than 20 martial artists on the tianbang in Qingmen headquarters, and there is a divine realm. Xie Quan, who is also known by Lin Yin, is the person in power of Qingmen.

At this time, Qingmen disciples also saw Xie Cong and an unknown young man get off the plane. Xie Cong was surprised with Wu Song who had passed out in a coma in his hand.

"Elder, what's going on?"

A deacon of Qingmen's tianbang came up and asked in a low voice.

Wu Song was a genius favored by his ancestors. He was hurt like this. If Nanyang forces did it, Nanyang would be turbulent this time.

"Don't worry about it. Is the sect leader there?"

Xie Cong asked.

"The sect leader is here." the Deacon didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly said.

Xie Cong didn't want these disciples to lead the team. He took Lin into the reception hall directly. Then he put Wu Song on the sofa and said, "senior, I'll inform the sect leader."

"Yes!"

Lin Yin nodded.

He sat down on the sofa. Qingmen has been in close contact with the Lin family these years. Maybe he knows what has happened in the past year.

Xie Cong hurried to Xie Quan's conference room.

At this time, Xie Quan and the strong men of Qingmen are having a meeting.

"This letter from the old ancestor asked our Qingmen disciples to go to Central Asia to fight the Crusaders, leaving seven martial artists on the tianbang to stabilize Nanyang. Others follow me to Central Asia."

Xie Quan said solemnly.

The situation is very urgent. The Western Holy See joined hands with the blood clan, with 100000 powerful warriors, pointing to the East. Xie Yuan, the ancestor of Qingmen, has taken a small number of Qingmen strongmen to Central Asia. Now there is news that there are many fighters there, and even sent out large hot weapons. The situation is urgent. We need to send strong support from Qingmen.

"I don't know what the reaction is from the east?"

An elder of the green gate asked aloud.

"Qingmen alone is not the opponent of those two top forces." another elder said with a dignified face.

"You don't have to worry about this. This time, there are strong immortals leading the team on Longhu Mountain, and more than a dozen earth immortals accompanying. Langya Lin family also dispatched seven or eight earth immortals. Don't worry about the top combat power. What we Qingmen warriors need to do is kill those who master the big killing weapon." Xie Quanshen said.

"That's good."

"In that case, when will we go to Central Asia?"

Hearing the speech, the elders of Qingmen were relieved. Although they were the king and overlord in Nanyang, Qingmen had been with the Lin family for so long. Naturally, they knew that a martial artist on the tianbang was like an ant in front of the real big forces.

Now their ancestors have been promoted to immortals. They are barely a figure in front of those great forces, but it is only worth mentioning.

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside.

Xie Cong strode into the conference room and said solemnly:

"Wu Song was abandoned. The man claimed to know his ancestors and was in the reception hall."