I put an eye in heaven and hell

Chapter 653 Management Team

Not long after, Yang Bai's handsome face turned into a panda's head.

There is a fist-sized black eye in each of the two eyes, the face is almost swollen like a pig's head, the nose is collapsed, and the nosebleeds are bleeding wildly. This time, it is really possible that he was beaten until he didn't even recognize his mother.

The coquettish woman just stood there watching Yang Bai being beaten up, but she never dared to make a move.

Nonsense, a middle-stage Xuan-level expert is staring at him, how dare he go up to help?

In the end, Lin Hao kicked Yang Bai more than ten meters away with a swift kick. Yang Bai's body flew across the air and landed hard on the ground, splashing a layer of dust, and then rolled a few times on the ground. It stopped after a circle.

The people around were stunned.

This, this guy is too courageous, to openly challenge the rules of Wuzhen, or in front of many people here?

"This kid is finished, the Wuzhen management team will not let him go."

"Which sect is this? He is so awesome, he has done things that many top sect disciples dare not do!"

"Tch, it's probably the disciples of some low-level sects, or those secular casual cultivators who don't even know the rules of Wuzhen."

……

Lin Hao didn't care about the ridicule of those around him at all.

What kind of management team is not a big deal, my father is Li Gang... Oh no, my backstage is the master of Nanshan who is powerful in the world of warriors, so I don't believe anyone who doesn't have eyesight dares to move.

The so-called riches and honors do not return to their hometowns, like walking in brocade clothes at night.

Isn't it like walking at night in brocade clothes if you have strength and don't pretend to be a fork?

"Elder brother, it's them!"

At this time, the junior sister finally brought the rescuers.

The person who came was a man in his 30s, with long hair tied in a crown, wearing a black silk robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, just like an ancient scholar.

Although he is a man in his 30s, he has a greasy hair and a pink face, and his movements are extremely coquettish, and he thinks he is a young boy.

"The scholar of Yin Yang Sect, did not expect him to come?"

"He may be the eldest brother among the second generation disciples of the Yin Yang Sect. His strength is several grades higher than Yang Bai. I heard that at the age of 35, he is already in the middle stage of the earth rank. With this talent, he will definitely be a strong man in the sky rank in the future, right?"

"I heard that in the entire Yin-Yang Sect, except for the disciple of the new generation, that is, the young master Yi Shangyang, there is no disciple whose talent can match him."

Earth-level powerhouses are rare resources in the entire warrior world, and the number is extremely small. Each of them is a high-end power of the sect, and they are usually in the Qing Dynasty. Even in Wuzhen, it is rare to see the ground-level power Musha.

For low-level warriors like them, the earth rank, or even the sky rank, is a distant dream.

The scholar was shaking his folding fan like a handsome young man, enjoying the compliments from everyone. With one hand, he was embracing the enchanting and sexy junior sister beside him, and looked at the two whom the junior sister was pointing to indifferently.

"Brother!"

A dusty hand suddenly grabbed the skirt of the scholar's silk robe, and the scholar looked sideways upon hearing this.

The man in front of him had messy hair, a lot of dust on his clothes and hands, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. At first glance, he looked very scary.

"I rely on!"

Seeing that there was a black handprint on his clean silk robe, and that face was too terrifying, the scholar didn't realize it for a while, and subconsciously kicked it.

Yang Bai flew out again.

"Ah, senior brother, he, he is Senior Brother Yang Bai!"

The junior sister hurriedly called out.

"Ok?"

The scholar took another careful look at Yang Bai who was lying on the ground. Although he was a pig's head, he could still see a little familiar outline on his face, feeling the familiar aura in his body, it was undoubtedly his junior brother Yang Bai.

"Cough, Junior Sister Yu, go and help Junior Brother Yang up."

The scholar coughed in embarrassment, and ordered the woman standing beside him who was frightened by Chen Bing.

"Yes, Big Brother."

Junior Sister Yu glanced at Chen Bing with lingering fear, then walked over tremblingly and helped Yang Bai up.

At this time Yang Bai was already unconscious.

"Tap tap..."

Orderly and loud footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

The management team of Wuzhen is directly under the jurisdiction of Lijian, but the members of the management team are disciples of various sects. This is also to prevent Wuzhen from the warrior world from becoming a Wuzhen organized by Lijian.

After a short while, a team wearing modern uniforms appeared in front of everyone, and the surrounding martial artists automatically gave way to let the people in charge of the team pass.

The leader is a middle-aged man, and the powerful aura on his body tells the people around him that this is a strong man in the late stage of the earth.

"Who dares to cause trouble in Wuzhen?!"

The middle-aged man shocked everyone present with his deep voice, and the surroundings suddenly became silent.

"It turned out to be Master Feihu."

Even the scholar had no choice but to bow his hands to the man and said respectfully.

Feihu is the code name of the middle-aged man, and it is also the name of his life.

This name means that he is the man of the sharp sword.

Many of the current backbone of Lijian were cultivated from childhood. These people were given their own code names since childhood, and they will serve Lijian for life.

"Oh? It's you."

Feihu and the scholar were obviously old acquaintances. He glanced at Yang Bai who was being lifted up by Junior Sister Yu, "Is this man your junior brother Yang Bai? Brothers from the same sect can be so ruthless, for a woman?"

"Master Feihu, please don't misunderstand me. I will not do anything to harm my fellow apprentices. There are other people who did things to my juniors."

How could the scholar bear such a big hat, he said hastily.

"Isn't it you? I saw it just now." Feihu said.

Just now the scholar's kick fell on Feihu's eyes, and he preconceived that it was the scholar who attacked his junior brother.

"That's right, my lord, they were the ones who did it. Senior brother didn't do anything to Senior Brother Yang." Junior Sister Yu pointed at Lin Ziran and Chen Bing.

Feihu followed the pointer and looked over.

The next moment, his expression changed.

Nowadays, no one in the middle and high level of Lijian has seen this familiar face. Although Feihu has only seen it in the photo, he is sure that he will never admit it wrong, especially when he is accompanied by Chen Bing, who is also Lijian.

Chen Bing is only a mysterious class, and her talent is not perfect, but Li Jian will give her three points of favor no matter who she is. After all, Chen Bing is the closest person among Li Jian's disciples to that disciple.

Lin Hao is the only disciple of the legendary master of Nanshan. It is said that his master also came to the Wuzhen auction. He is a real fairy-like figure.

"You are... Lord Lin Hao, right?"

Feihu stepped forward respectfully, but bowed to a man who seemed to be only 20 years old, and everyone present was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)