Yu Yang soothes his muscles and bones.

Unlike the Shi Pozi who is pampered and has a good life, Han Jing's martial arts has not regressed, and he has rich fighting experience and is extremely difficult to kill quickly.

The last move was to fight for his life, wanting to die with him.

But he didn't know that Yang Yu was in power with the power of nine oxen and two tigers, and the bones between his chest and abdomen were like plate armor. Although he was injured, he would not be severely injured.

It just looks shocking.

"Han Jing's split sea palm spreads internally, breaking bones, breaking the organs, filthing blood, and breaking tendons. The adults ate ten percent of them, but it seemed that it was not a big deal?"

Qin Si's white and tender palm slid down, trying to caress the sea-slide mark from her front chest and her heart. Her sudden expression changed and she looked out the door.

call!

The wet and cold wind came through the window.

A crisp and rhythmic sound can be heard climbing up the steps, and a calm sound follows:

"Are all the young people nowadays so irritable?"

"Uncle Zhao..."

Qin Si's heart was slightly relaxed, and she pushed and rubbed Yang Yu's hand prints with bruised hearts and said softly:

"Uncle Master comes on a rainy night, but is there something important?"

The two maids stepped forward and opened the door.

The old man with gray hair and beard climbed up the stairs with an oil-paper umbrella, walked into the house, shook his sleeves gently, and the moisture on his body suddenly evaporated cleanly.

The fog is rippling.

"This Mulin Mansion is really a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger."

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.

This old man became a mystery at the age of age, with a gray-bearded and white hair as white as an old man in his seventies, with a rosy and delicate face like a boy, with a slender and upright figure, and a burly middle-aged man.

At first glance, this person attaches great importance to his appearance, but at this moment he is a little embarrassed, his hair is a little scattered, and his body has a faint smell of blood.

It's not the pungent one, but has a faint medicinal fragrance.

If you don’t think about it, you can see that the medicine has entered the bone marrow.

"The world's talents are all in the court, and I am really envious."

The old man closed the oil-paper umbrella and looked at Yang Yu, with a brilliant look in his eyes:

"When you were talking, I was still a hundred feet away. How did you discover it?"

"The smell of blood."

Yang Yu did not hide it:

"The sense of smell is always excellent. Although your breath is hiding, it is very obvious, but the smell comes with the wind and rain, which is very conspicuous."

The enhancement of the five senses lies in all aspects.

Although the sense of smell does not have immediate results in improving eyesight, at some point, it is stronger than the eyesight.

For example, this is the case.

"The smell of blood?"

The old man was slightly stunned.

He does have a smell of blood, but this is a downtown area with heavy rain, so can he smell it?

This was really beyond his expectations.

"Uncle Master is so embarrassed."

Qin Si chuckled, as if she was very familiar with the old man.

"Even uncle dares to make fun of me?"

The old man glared at her angrily, sat down casually, and started eating food without hesitation.

"He is my uncle, Zhao Kun."

Qin Si introduced to the two:

"This is Yang Yu, the new bronze seal captain of Liusenmen in Qingzhou, who is as powerful as a prison."

"Young hero, I have heard of it for a long time. When I saw him today, it was really amazing."

Zhao Kun's eating style is elegant and fast, but it does not prevent him from speaking.

"Zhao Kun."

Yang Yu chewed on the name, thoughts changed a few times, and his eyes were fixed:

"Nanling Sword Sect?"

In Qingzhou, there are only two who clearly have the inheritance of superior martial arts. One is Bailongxuan, which inherits the "White Dragon Palm Power", and the second is Nanling Sword Sect with the "Beidou Xuantian Sword".

The two major sects have a lot of names, and Yang Yu has heard of them for a long time.

"Yes, I'm from the Nanling Sword Sect."

Zhao Kun put down his bowls and chopsticks and looked at Yang Yu:

"I heard that a few days ago, you killed Lu Wanchuan from Bai Longxuan?"

"good."

Yang Yu's expression remained unchanged.

"This person has made friends with bandits, so he should naturally be killed. If he only kills him, it's nothing."

Zhao Kun smiled slightly, the meaning was inexplicable:

"But because of this, the Jinyiwei held Bai Longxuan accountable. They dare not offend the Jinyiwei, but they are likely to vent their anger on you."

"It is normal for bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Yu Yang is not surprised.

"call!"

The two of them talked and had a very tasteless conversation. Qin Si calmly healed Yang Yu's injuries. After a cup of tea, he withdrew his palm:

"The blood stasis is gone, and it's okay. However, if your internal organs are damaged, it's best not to deal with others in a short period of time."

"Thank you, everyone in Qin."

Yu Yang moved his muscles and his body was much more comfortable.

"I fell into Han Jing's Sea-Breaking Palm and recovered so quickly. Lord Yang's external skills are really extraordinary."

Zhao Kun was a little surprised.

"Minimal skills are not worth boasting."

Yu Yang stretched out his body and stood up to say goodbye:

"These two iron boxes will be kept here for the time being by Qin. Yang will come to pick them up in a few days. Qin can take one of them as a reward."

After saying that, Yang Yu was not nostalgic and turned around and left, not forgetting to walk away from Zhao Kun's oil-paper umbrella.

Xiao Wu, who heard the news, called him back to the inn, one after another.

"This person's talent is really amazing..."

Looking at Yang Yu's back as he walked away, Zhao Kun spoke for a long time. As he spoke, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the entire room.

Drops of sticky but crystal blood slid down from his hanging arms, wetting the floor.

But with a blink of an eye, he knocked the two sleepy maids who were leaning against the bed and fainted.

"You're seriously injured."

Qin Si frowned slightly, and wanted to step forward to heal her wounds.

"This injury is kept as a lesson for me to underestimate the enemy..."

Zhao Kun looked gray and his upright body was bent. He coughed gently, and the corners of his mouth were covered with black blood:

"What a Yufengxian, I underestimated her..."

"Is Yu Fengxian so powerful?"

Qin Si closed the door with her sleeves, took out the pill from her cuff and handed it to Zhao Kun:

"Your injuries are too serious, don't resist."

Zhao Kun waved his hand and didn't take it. He tasted the endless pain around him, sneering:

"Who would have thought that the first person in the Zhang family to understand the "invincible Tiangang" would be a female streamer..."

"Undefeated Tiangang?! Yu Fengxian actually really understood the Undefeated Tiangang?"

Qin Si was also a little surprised now.
To be continued...