Chapter 143: Trap, intimidate

Inside the yard, a dark, quiet, people are all asleep. (Read the latest chapter..)
Liu Changcan's fat face showed a smile, and the two pairs of small eyes almost smashed into a line, like a weasel that sneaked a chicken. He sneered: "They must not think of it, but I will come back." If you pick a flower, you don’t have the flowers that Can’t pick me.

With a bang, a slip of smoke slipped into the yard. Stepping on the roof, there was no sound, no vibration. Just like the fascinating light work of "Xingbo Weibu", it is extremely cumbersome for him to use it.
The door was sneaked in, and last night was stared at the roof of Huashan female disciple. Along the wall, as a big fat snake slipped down, gently open the doors and windows, see Huashan female disciple is sleeping. The fat body turned into the window like a snake, without making any noise. Listening to the breathing of Huashan female disciple, Liu Changcan smiled.
"Little beauty, Chan, I am coming again!"
Go straight to the bedside, erect the index finger and of the right hand, and give the Huashan female disciple a point. I thought about how to take this flower when I was waiting for it. My fingers just touched the body of the bed. Suddenly his fingers were caught by one hand, and the bed man kicked the quilt out, revealing a sneer face.
"Are you finally here? I expected that you will come again. If you can't get the flowers, you will definitely try to collect them. I am right? Liu Changcan!" The young man is Lin Yi. He lived in this house early, pretending to be a female disciple of Huashan, and has been waiting for Liu Changcan to appear. He recalled that the memory of his previous life was right. This fat thief was the first singer of the world, Liu Changcan.
"You, you! How do you know who I am?"
Liu Changcan was suddenly shocked by a woman who suddenly became a man. At this moment, he was told the real name, and he was scared. Stuttering, staring at Lin Yi.
"How do you know that you don't need to know, I will give you the "Lingbo Weibu", I will spare you!" Lin Yi mysteriously smiled and said "Lingbo Weibu" four words, Liu Changcan looked ugly expression Looking at him.
Liu Changcan is extremely fearful in his heart. Even fear. He seems to feel in the dark, with a pair of mysterious eyes, staring at him, and seeing everything he has done in his eyes.
Scared and trembled. Frightened and terrified, shivering.
But then I thought that he would be the first man in the world to pick up Xiaolangjun. How could he be scared?
"I originally wanted "Lingbo Weibu" on me? Hey, tell you. No way!" Liu Changcan pointed at Lin Yi’s screaming, suddenly his hand was muddy, very slippery, at an angle that ordinary people could not imagine. The are twisted like twists and twists. They are retracted from Lin Yi’s hands. They turn around and run. They turn very fast to the window, and his smug laughter comes from midair:
Since you know Lingbo Weibu "But you know that Lingbo microsteps have this effect?"
Lin Yi was so angry and funny that Liu Changcan turned out of the window. He really didn't know that Lingbo Weibu was so peerless and light, and it turned out that people's body flexibility became such a point! The whole body is like mud, as if the bones are all softened.
Liu Changcan ran out of his hand, but he did not have any worried colors on his face. Instead, he smiled on his face and walked slowly outside the room. Opening the door, I saw Liu Changcan eagerly turning around in the spot, full of horror. Panic.
It turned out that he was in front of a big net, and the whole house was given to the net. Outside the net, more than a dozen Huashan disciples pulled the net and fixed it firmly. There is no gap left. Unless he can drill the ground, otherwise, don't think about going out.
In the net, Lin Yi embraced his chest with both hands and smiled at him.
"Who are you? I know everything about me, even set a trap early?!" Liu Changcan asked Lin Yi with an angry look.
"Who am I? Don't you know? I am a true disciple of Huashan. Lin Yi, the dean of Hangzhou's other hospitals, and the people of Jianghu, said that they are killing swords." Lin Yi smiled and won the game. He was not afraid of this fat boy running out. .
"Huashan kills the sword and immortal Lin Yi?" Liu Changcan murmured, looking at Lin Yi with a look of anger and anger: "I have never had any intersection with you, how do you know me?"
"Impossible? Can I live alone, no friends, no one in the rivers and lakes knows that I have Lingbo microsteps? How do you know me? How do you know me?" Liu Changcan holds his head in his hands. Just like madness, muttering to himself.
Lin Yi facelessly watched him mad and sold silly, waiting for him to talk to himself, yelling for a long time, he said faintly: "Is it your own hands? Or let me shoot, cut your limbs?"
Liu Changcan exaggerated his mad face suddenly, mourning, his hands clasped his head, kneeling on the ground: "Don't, don't! Lin Ye, Uncle Lin, I come. Don't bother you, don't bother you!"
"Hey!" Lin Yi snorted and walked over. He grabbed Liu Changcan's clothes and looked at his Dantian. Pointing on the hole in Dantian's point, this is not counted, and he is facing his hands and his feet are dead.
Liu Changcan was like a pile of meat, his limbs were weak, his soft palate was on the ground, and there was no forceful pneumatic bomb. The eyes were full of despair, and his mouth murmured: "It’s finished, it’s really finished."
Is it really enough to kill this sword? The internal force was banned, and the acupuncture points of the limbs were also given, and there was no strength at all. Don't talk about running, the station can't stand, you can't escape.
It is worthy of killing a sword, doing things, it is so life-saving.
Lin Yi waved his hand and let the Huashan disciple withdraw the big net. He drove those female disciples who came to join in the fun and scorned Liu Changcan and yelled. Holding Liu Changcan, like a pig, he raised it in one hand and walked to the room, shutting down the door.
Liu Changcan’s squatting on the ground, condescending, with a cold face:
Where is Lingbo’s microstep?

"I was ruined by me!" Liu Changcan replied, under the chilly eyes of Lin Yi, the weak way: "A broken book with more obstacles on the body? After learning, I will burn it. I I thought that from now on, no one knows the whereabouts of "Lingbo Weibu", and I can't recognize the Lingbo microstep that I changed my face. I didn't expect it to be recognized by you, but I didn't even think that you actually went In a short time, I found out clearly, and also set the trap so quickly for my character."
"Can I live for you, I have only one service word! I have served you!"
Listening to Liu Changcan's words, Lin Yi nodded slightly. Indeed, this Liu Changcan changed the face of "Lingbo Weibu" and used it out, so cumbersome. No one will, and his light work will be thought of in the peerless spirit of "Lingbo Weibu" which has been lost for hundreds of years in the rivers and lakes.
Lin Yi was able to recognize it last night, but also lost this Liu Changcan last night, and Lin Yi’s fast sword with the prestige of the school, scared the road, and used the real original "Lingbo Weibu" on the move. . If not, just look at the wretched and strange look he usually uses, how can you know that it is Lingbo microstep?
It is also Lin Yi’s luck. This Liu Changcan’s light work has not yet achieved great success. He’s still unable to change the high-level
Lingbo Weibu
move. If he is a first-class master, when the power is great. I am afraid that this Lingbo microstep will not recognize anyone who has changed his face.
According to the trajectory of previous games, this Liu Changcan has been practicing all the way to the top masters, becoming the world's first flower thief, and no one has recognized the light work he has learned, but it is the famous peerless light-powered Lingbo microstep!
"Destroyed? Even if it is ruined, you have practiced, you should still remember "Lingbo Weibu." Write it to me honestly, don't fool me!" Lin Yi looked cold and threatened.
"Well, I write!" Liu Changcan nodded quickly, and his performance was very incomparable. He seemed to know the current affairs very well. In my heart, I was scornful. He wrote it casually and falsified a few sentences. It is expected that Lin Yi will not see it.
What about the death of the sword?
You are just a second-rate master, you are not a real sword fairy.
Can you play some small tricks and kill you!
Immediately asked Lin Yi to give him the acupuncture points on his hands and feet, Lin Yicai would not open his hands and acupuncture points as he wished. Then it happened. In the room, a fat and fat teenager, kneeling on the ground, holding a brush, biting the pen hard, wanted to write a sentence.
After writing an hour, he wrote it, threw the pen, and screamed triumphantly: "It’s still a good memory, and I remember these words that are difficult to understand and swear."
A face quickly praises my proud expression.
Lin Yi ignored his expression, took the white paper back and looked at it carefully. Liu Changcan's chubby face showed a disdainful smile, and it flashed and immediately put on a thick smile.
However, before he was satisfied with his heart, Lin Yi frowned, his face snorted in a cool color, and a slap in the back of his head, painful Liu Changcan shouted, turned his head and looked at Lin Yi glared: "Why hit me?"

Hey!
Lin Yi snorted and threw the white paper in his hand on the floor. His face was filled with cool colors:
Follow me with a slippery head, rewrite!

Looking at Lin Yi’s pair of cold eyes, Liu Changcan immediately closed his mouth and smiled.
Maybe I remember a few words and blame it for being too sloppy.

Seeing that Lin Yi did not speak, Liu Changcan opened his mouth and closed it tightly. He fell to the ground and began to write. In my heart, I was extremely scared and shocked. How did Lin Yi see it? He just changed a few words, just take a look at it, you can see it?
I only think that this Lin Yi is incomparably mysterious. The whole person is covered in fog and full of mystery. Unknown, making him fear and fear. The embarrassed squatting on the ground, re-written, and dare not tamper with the sentence. (To be continued.)