Chapter 503: Startled

咻咻咻......
The sky dark weapon lased, as if the downpour hit.
"Hey, little insect trick!"
Lin Sha was not in a hurry, a pair of fans swayed up and down, and her eruption was full of tenacity. Most of the hidden weapons sprayed on and fell on the ground before they touched Lin Sha’s body. The hidden weapon didn't succumb to Lin Sha's body, but it made an incredible sound of gold and iron symphony, and the clanging clang was endless.
"how is this possible?"
Looking at Linsha, who looked as if they were as powerful as the gods, and looked at their Linsha with a ‘smiling face’, the Qingcheng faction and his party suddenly opened their eyes with incredible expression.
"Nothing is Impossible!"
Lin Sha laughed lightly, stepped on her right foot gently, and slammed the many hidden weapons that had fallen to the ground, bouncing up, and flipping a pair of palm fans with her wrists and pushing forward suddenly.
call!
A roaring gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the lobby of the inn, and the hidden weapon just launched by all the doormen of the Qingcheng School was like a powerful propulsion device, turning its head to cover his face and blasting towards the Qingcheng School and his party.
"Ah, it's not good to flash!"
Simalin's eyes screamed and roared, no matter how other people responded, his body jumped up suddenly, and the children's toy-like hammer and awl flew up and down, easily intercepting several hidden weapons.
The same timely response to him, that is, the middle-aged mate with his face, and two elderly masters flew back and forth and jumped his hands up and down to avoid the difficulty of the hidden weapon, but the white-clothed Qingcheng disciple behind him was not so. Good luck.
"Ahhhhhhhh, I got the trick! I got the trick!"
"My hand, my hand, my hand is unconscious!"
"Quickly, help me stop bleeding!"
"..."
Suddenly, the Qingcheng disciple who was stuck at the entrance of the inn had no time to respond. He had no time to rush to avoid the good tricks. The screams were screaming and endless, and a white figure was lying down at the entrance of the lobby. The surrounding floor will soon be stained red.
"Korean son's. Lao Tzu fights with you!"
Sima Lin's eyes were flushed, but only Lin Shao's painful hands caused the Qingcheng disciples to suffer heavy losses. The figure flew forward as soon as he fell to the ground, and the hammer and awl danced in the hand. With a sorrowful shout, he went straight to Lin Sha's body and went away.
"go away!"
Lin Sha only smiled lightly, slamming a punch.
As if the meteor fell to the ground, the iron fist with a large casserole with a strong wind pressure instantly broke through the shadows of the hammer cones danced by Simalin, and the strong wind instantly scraped Simalin's cheeks.
He was shocked. It's a pity that I hurried to avoid myself. I just felt that my shoulder head was hit by a heavy hammer, and my whole body was trembling like a lightning strike. The very tall but strong and abnormal body seemed to fly out of a broken kite.
Wow!
In the middle of the sky, Simalin's face was like gold paper, and he suddenly felt a spit of red blood in his body.
"Daily your ancestors, I will fight with you!"
Seeing that Simalin, the leader of the game, was second, the middle-aged man with a face suddenly had bloodshot eyes and a fierce face, rubbing his feet with a kick, and also holding a hammer and a cone in his hands. .
"Too lazy to tangle with you. Get me away!"
Lin Sha's brow was light, and without a word, a fist burst, the joints of his arms crackled, the skin and muscle membrane shook violently, and a mass of air was hard to tell the fist's size and air.
"The son of the turtle will die for Lao Tzu!"
Ma Xiang's middle-aged man flew to Lin Sha in front of him, and his face swiftly launched the hammer mechanism in his hand. He immediately slammed twelve cold shots and flung Lin Sha's face with a strong wind.
Just after sending out the hidden weapon in his hand, the proud look on the middle-aged face of Ma Ma's face remained unabated, and suddenly he felt that his chest was as tight as a blow. A few clicks were heard in a play in the ear, his body flew out involuntarily, and his face was unbelievably spouting a few mouthfuls of blood.
Humph!
Twelve Hanmang blasted suddenly, Lin Sha's eyes narrowed calmly. There was a soft hum in his nose, and his right hand swept into the air. The wide coat sleeves swayed in the wind and hunted. In fact, when there was no time for it, the twelve cold spurs that suddenly blasted away were all wrapped up without the slightest pyrotechnic gas.
"The turtle son is going to die!"
It was at this time that the two old men with distinct identities held cold and cold short blades. The short body rolled on the ground again and again, but in the blink of an eye Kung Fu rolled to Lin Sha's feet. The two sharp and cold mansions swung violently, one after another.
Hey, what's the end?
Lin Sha's two swords raised their eyebrows, and he was amused by Qingcheng's gang of unknown and dead guys.
The right foot kicked out with lightning, kicking one of the old men with a bang, and the other leg without kicking the foot was another kick, directly kicking the other old man like a ball.
Hiss!
Speaking of words, Lin Shalian repeatedly hit the four masters of Feiqing City, but it was only one or two kung fu. Inhale cool air.
"Say, what the are you doing here in Suzhou?"
Raising his feet and walking slowly to Simalin, Lin Shaju stood coldly and asked.
"I, we are looking for Gu Su Murong to seek revenge!"
Adhering to the idea that the hero does not eat the loss in front of him, Simalin, despite his hatred, can't make it in front of Lin Sha, lowering his head to cover up the grudge in his eyes.
"Hey, Gu Su Murong's house again!"
Lin Sha shook her head and smirked, turned back to Qiao Feng with a helpless face, and said with a smile: "I don't know which guy has a grudge against Murong Fu's boy, but he wants to make Murong's family a public enemy!"
"No matter what, many Jianghu heroes have died in their own hands in recent days. Since Murong is the most suspected, he has come to make things clear!"
Qiao Feng shook his head and sighed. As for Lin Sha's aggressive behavior, he would not comment.
"Simalin?"
Lin Sha laughed lightly, squatted down and patted Simalin's head lightly, and said with a smile: "Murong Fu's kid is not at home recently, you Qingcheng sent this time in vain!"
"Huh, he is not at home, just take down his swallow dock!"
Simalin looked resentful, obviously obviously hating Murong Fu.
"Hey, didn't you hear what I meant?"
Lin Sha gave Simalin a backhand slap, not cold-heartedly saying: "Before Murong Fu returned, you Qingcheng sent disciples to stay with me honestly in the inn, if I found something small, hey you know the consequences !"
"you you you……"
Simalin was bluntly slapped by Lin Sha with a loud slap, and he was so angry that he was angry and mad, and his small eyes were sullen and full of resentment, and he could not say a word for a long time.
"Why, you still have no opinion!"
Lin Sha smiled softly, and raised the palm fan's slap to frighten Smalin, who hurriedly reached out and hugged his head, not humming.
"Lin Sha forget it, and warned them not to act indiscriminately!"
Qiao Feng said at the moment, he really didn't understand why Lin Sha suddenly became so angry.
"Okay, now that the Lord has spoken, I will give these two guys a face!"
Lin Sha got up with a light smile, and swept the Qinjiazhai and Qingcheng factions with cold eyes, shook his head and warned: "Remember, at most, stroll around the city, if I know you don’t keep If the rules are followed, hey, the consequences can be much more serious than just now!"
Whether it is a strongman from Qinjiazhai or a disciple of Qingcheng sent Qiyan Qi to fight a cold war one by one, he dared not put one more head down tortoise with his head down.
"Let us go, let me see!"
Turning his head and smiling slightly at Qiao Feng, Lin Sha was no longer interested in ignoring the two hands lying dead on the floor, and stepped out of the door of the inn with a light smile. Qiao Feng shook his head and said nothing.
"By the way, the loss of the inn is split between the two of you, don't let me hear anything about your bad rumors!"
Qin Jiazhai and Qingcheng sent two groups of men and women just relieved, Lin Sha's light and fluttering words came into his ears clearly, and suddenly a cold sweat didn't dare to move.
"Zhaizhu, are you okay?"
It has been half a cup of tea time, and the lobby of the whole hotel is still as quiet as a ghost domain. Only when Linsha really left this was the strongman of Qinjiazhai asked carefully.
"It's okay, I can't die!"
Uncle Yao turned over and sat up, holding his chest full of suffocation, and his face was so blue that it was extremely ugly.
"Head, head, are you okay?"
It was fine to meet the people of Qinjiazhai, and the Qingcheng faction also became lively.
"The son of the turtle, this time it really fell out of blood mold, the threshold of Murong's family was not found, so he kicked a big iron plate!"
Simalin was so depressed that he almost vomited blood, and he trembled with the help of his disciple's doormen, while sullenly cursing.
"If you find an opportunity in the future, you must find it back!"
The middle-aged man with a numb face beside him slowly stood up, covering his chest with several broken ribs. His forehead was pale with sweat and pain, and his face was pale.
A group of Qingcheng sent disciples didn't dare to put one more fart, knowing that the middle-aged man with a puffy face was just saying something harsh. I really wanted him to come to the trouble of the great young man just now. It is estimated that he didn't have the courage.
"Hand, head..."
In addition, the old man kicked off by Lin Sha kicked up slowly~EbookFREE.me~ Gently spit out his face and ugly.
"What's the matter?" Simalin asked with a sad face.
"Just another big man, but Qiao Feng, the beggar gang leader?"
As soon as this remark came out, the hotel lobby, which had just recovered some popularity, suddenly became dumb and silent, and no matter whether Qingcheng sent disciples or Qinjiazhai strongmen, their faces turned blue.
"No, won't it?"
Simalin smirked stiffly and said something he didn't believe.
"Isn't that guy just calling another big gang helper?"
Although the Qingcheng faction was not easy, in order to avoid Smalin's mind being stupid, he had to say it stubbornly.
"..."
Simalin looked indifferent, and Yao Bodang of Qinjiazhai on the other side also had the same expression, as uncomfortable as eating stool... (to be continued.)