My enemy's style is wrong

Chapter 104

Chapter 104

That person's movements were so fast just now that even Yun Lang, who was closest to Lin Xiuran, couldn't see clearly what happened, and Chi Yangjun didn't have time to react. After the dust settled, Lin Xiuran was standing there. The place is empty.

"hateful!"

Seeing that Lin Xiuran was about to be caught, he didn't expect that he would fall short in such a short distance. Chi Yangjun was furious, and he waved his hand with a vigorous blow, directly flying Yun Lang in front of him.

Yun Lang was sent flying by him, hit the guardrail at the edge of the stand, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell limply.

"Not one." Chi Yangjun ordered.

"Your Majesty!" The subordinate beside him seemed to be hesitant, "The monks in Yuyao City have already arrived."

Chi Yangjun looked up and saw the figure who was rushing towards Yujian. He snorted coldly and winked at the subordinates behind him. Flying his fingertips was a formation, overwhelming black magic energy Quickly swept away.

The Yunlang sword had already been released, and seeing that they were about to leave, he summoned the sword with difficulty through the air, and the sword energy like a cascade of rain crisscrossed it. Rin bluffed, and by the time the demon energy dissipated, none of those demons had disappeared.

The powers who were resting and practicing in Yuyao City finally arrived late. Lin Feimo and Yun Lin, who had been competing in the audience, also rushed up one after the other. Seeing Yun Lang's pale face, Yun Lang Lin was so frightened that her voice changed, she stumbled and rushed over to try to help Yun Lang up.

Lin Feimo who rushed over with him stopped in his tracks, looked around with difficulty, and the corners of his lips couldn't help trembling: "Where is my Patriarch?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but before she could speak, his eyes went dark and he passed out completely.

At the meeting, there was a surprise attack by the demons. The majestic head of the Lin family was taken away in full view. The young master of the Qingjian sect was seriously injured and passed out. It caused an uproar.

Lin Xiuran disappeared, and the Lin family was instantly leaderless. Although the news of his disappearance was suppressed by Lin Feimo and others, after all, there were a lot of people present, and sooner or later others would know about it.The Green Sword Sect is not much better either. The young master who has been cultivating with all his strength in the sect is seriously injured and unconscious. Although he is not as helpless as the Lin family, he is still panicked.

The entire city of Yuyao was under martial law, and the formation was strengthened overnight, and suspicious people were searched from house to house, and the talk meeting was forced to end.Because I don't know how many demons have sneaked into the cultivation world, and I wrote letters to all the sects and aristocrats overnight, almost the entire cultivation world began to search for traces of the demons. , has also been put back on the agenda.

Yunlang was placed in a separate hall in Yuyao City. It was not the first time that Shuyu Palace had hosted a symposium, but it was the first time such a big mistake had occurred. In the middle, Yunlang helped the female cultivator of Shuyu Palace to capture and kill the demons who were skinned and changed their faces. Unexpectedly, he was attacked and seriously injured in the boundary of Shuyu Palace. There was nothing left, so I had to search for all kinds of rare medicines all night, and sent them to Yunlang like flowing water, at least they hanged her life.

This time, the Green Sword Sect was a bit overbearing. Among the disciples sent to the Qing Tanhui, there were only three Nascent Souls and above. Although the other two were a little higher than Yun Lang, they were able to stand alone when it came to swordsmanship. But on weekdays, the young master has made arrangements for everything, big and small, and at the moment, I don't know how to deal with it, so I can only send a letter to the door, and restrain the disciples at the same time.

It's just that they can restrain the others, but Yunlin refuses to listen to persuasion, and stands in front of Yunlang's couch with snot and tears, as if he won't leave until Yunlang wakes up. I had no choice but to go with him.

It was almost late at night, but the lights in the city were still brightly lit. The place where Yunlang recuperated was very quiet. Yunlin used to keep her fingers out of the sun, but now she became more careful, afraid that too many lights would dazzle her eyes, and turned the room Most of the lamps were extinguished, leaving only a few candles to shine tepidly.

After all, he is still young, although he is also a Jindan cultivator, but he has never seen such a change before, he is still very scared, staring at Yunlang with his eyes right and wrong, afraid that when his senior sister will wake up He didn't know it, staring at it, he felt that the lights in the room dimmed. Yunlin also said that her eyes were blurred, so she stretched out her hand to rub it, and was hit on the back of the neck without warning, her whole body He fell down with a muffled sound.

When Yunlin fell, she was quickly caught by someone's hands, without making too much noise, and the guards in the courtyard at the gate were not disturbed either. The man carefully put Yunlin on the ground, and quietly walked towards the couch of Yunlang.

Just when he stretched out his hand to reach Yun Lang's side, Yun Lang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. Although he was still lying on the couch, the sword in his hand was already on the attacker's throat .

"In the middle of the night, although my generation of cultivators don't care about these false names, it seems inappropriate to break in like this."

Yun Lang's tone was calm, but he really didn't have any strength anymore, and he was worried about the safety of his younger brother, so he didn't dare to fight him directly, so he tried every means to delay for a while, hoping that the guards at the gate would find out that the situation was wrong and send rescuers earlier.

The man paused, took the initiative to take half a step back, his voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been deliberately modified: "Don't worry, Young Master Yun, I have no malicious intentions."

Yun Lang glanced at Yun Lin who was lying on the ground, with a mocking expression on his face.

After Yin Chengyu received the news, he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He rushed to Yuyao day and night, but he was a step too late. When he arrived, the city was under martial law. Hearing that Lin Xiuran was injured, he happened to see that the courtyard was heavily guarded by soldiers, and vaguely heard someone say who was injured at the meeting, so he wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect to see Lin Xiuran, but bumped into Yun Lang .

In front of the old man, Yin Chengyu felt a little uneasy. Fortunately, he had already covered his face when he came, and deliberately changed his voice, for fear that Yun Lang would recognize him.

"Where does Xihe Lin live?"

Too many words and too many mistakes, Yin Chengyu's words are very concise.

Yun Lang sneered: "What I want to ask is where is the Patriarch of the Lin family?"

The tip of the sword was still pointing at Yin Chengyu's throat, and Yun Lang sat up with his other hand propped up. Although he was a little out of strength, he still looked calm and composed: "I don't know which demon king of the Demon Realm is under my feet?"

Yin Chengyu knew that Yun Lang wanted to delay time, so he was unavoidably anxious. When he was hesitating whether to knock Yun Lang unconscious, he suddenly heard Yun Lang call out softly, "Friend Daoist Yin?"

Having never heard of this title for hundreds of years, Yin Chengyu was taken aback for a moment. Although he only lost his composure for a moment, in front of the careful Yun Lang, it was obviously no different from admitting his identity with his own mouth.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the realm of comprehension after a hundred years, his identity would be so easily discovered before he actually showed his face.

"How did you find out?" Yin Chengyu didn't hesitate, seeing Yun Lang's confident look, he simply sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"I discovered it from the very beginning." Yun Lang changed his posture, but the sword was still facing Yin Chengyu, not reducing his guard by half. A high-ranking cultivator with demonic energy is called a broken identity, not to mention that Fellow Daoist Yin is eager to ask about Fellow Daoist Lin as soon as he arrives, which is too obvious."

Yin Chengyu never expected that his identity would be revealed by his address, so he smiled generously: "Since Fellow Daoist Yun already knows my identity, please inform me of Xiuran's whereabouts earlier."

"Why do I want to tell you?" Yun Lang sneered, "I am not a disciple of Tingyun Peak in Minghe Mountain in the past, nor is it the Taoist companion of my old friend Lin Xiuran, but a demon cultivator who has at least out of body and distracted cultivation level. Yuyao had just been attacked by the demons this morning, and came here alone in less than a dozen hours. Qingjianmen, Mingheshan, and the Lin family have always been on good terms, so why should I risk the world's evil and reveal the whereabouts of my friends to you? Suspicious person?"

Yin Chengyu also knew that Yun Lang would not easily believe him in such a situation, but it would be too troublesome to explain, so he had to argue with Yun Lang in a few words: "I really had some difficulties about what happened back then, and I didn't deliberately stay in the Demon Realm. Where is it, if I can see him well, I will feel at ease."

"Oh?"

Someone outside the door seemed to have heard the movement and knocked on the door: "Senior Brother Yun?"

Yin Chengyu's expression became serious, and he stretched out his hand to get rid of the disciple of Qingjianmen who was knocking on the door, but Yun Lang quickly threw the sword out, interrupting Yin Chengyu's movement.

"Junior Sister Zhao!" Yun Lang raised his voice and called out, "I'm already awake, and I'm meditating to adjust my breath. You can invite Fourth Martial Uncle over in a quarter of an hour."

"Senior Sister, are you awake?" The disciple said a few more words in a muffled voice through the door, before turning around and leaving, completely unaware that he just brushed shoulders with death.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is not here. The situation was chaotic at that time. Fellow Daoist Lin was taken away by a powerful and powerful force. I don't know the rest of the matter. If you want to investigate, you may as well go yourself. Don't implicate the disciples of the Green Sword Sect, otherwise ..." Yun Lang looked at him coldly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my status as a fellow Taoist."

Yin Chengyu saw that he spoke with extreme confidence, and looked around only to realize that Yun Lang had just procrastinated for so long, and had already secretly set up a voice-retention formation. If something happened to her, it might not take a quarter of an hour for the two of them to talk. It will be known to all.

"There is one more thing, so that fellow daoists know. The leader of the group of demons who attacked today is Lin Maofan, who did evil in the Lin family in the past."