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In the Medicine God Pavilion.

Right now, it's just Lin Chen, Cang Lang, and a few alchemists who are here.

Four or five gangsters came to the door deliberately.

Helpless, Lin Chen could only take action himself.

Bang bang bang!

There was a flurry of punches, and they were thrown out without even looking.

Several men came in vertically and went out horizontally.

No one can get up again.

"Heh, there's something about it."

An old man in gray clothes walked in with a gloomy face.

The aura on his body was very violent, and he was clearly a martial saint.

"But today, let alone you, even the King of Heaven will not be able to open this store."

Lin Chen walked towards him and said calmly: "Are you finished?"

The old man in gray frowned and sneered: "How about I tell you my background."

"Look at this, if you look at the people who are here to cause trouble today, you can't afford to offend them, or can you afford to offend them?"

Lin Chen waved his hand: "That's not necessary."

"Who are you? To be honest, I don't want to know at all."

Say it!

Take action suddenly!

With one palm, he blasted straight through.

The old man in gray clothes was furious. He staggered his legs and planted his lower body firmly. He opened his posture and faced Lin Chen firmly.

The result was that his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was directly blown away.

"Shuzi..."

The onion rolled upside down, and the old man in gray clothes on the street outside was furious.

The next second, Lin Chen's figure flashed and rushed in front of him.

Then he slapped him in the face.

"Asshole, I am..."

Don't wait for the other party, introduce yourself to your home.

Lin Chen took action again, his eyes cold.

With one kick, it hit the opponent's neck.

The old man in gray groaned, feeling like his head was about to fall off his body.

He hit an off-road vehicle parked on the street, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Lin Chen clapped his hands and returned to the store to sit down calmly.

Pedestrians passing by on the street stared blankly, dumbfounded.

"Is that the elder of the Shangguan family?"

"A martial saint was beaten violently just like that. This Medicine God Pavilion is so cruel."

"Interesting, haha, interesting. Maybe this Medicine God Pavilion can really defy the heavens."

Back in the store, Lin Chen just sat down to rest.

As soon as his ears twitched, he saw another group of people entering the Yaoshen Pavilion in a swaggering manner.

"Either you close this shabby shop yourself, or I'll do it for you."

These words made Lin Chen couldn't help but laugh.

It's endless. Just after cleaning up a wave of people, this second wave of troublemakers came again.

However, a little martial emperor dared to come in and fart.

Lin Chen felt that the other party looked down on him.

Clap clap clap!

He flashed out at once, as fast as an afterimage.

Then the group of people who had just entered were kicked out of the door, spitting blood.

Without exception, they were all lying on the ground, wailing and unable to get up.

The faces of the busybodies watching outside became even more exciting.

But more than anything, it was extremely gloomy, as if he had eaten shit.

"Inform the family that this bastard is unscrupulous and shows no respect at all."

"Our people are useless. If we want to deal with him, we have to send other people."

"Go back quickly. Today, we must destroy this kid and then bulldoze this Medicine God Pavilion, which belongs to Malaba."

A dozen or so powerful people had already surrounded the door of Yaoshen Pavilion.

These are all people who don’t want to see the Yaoshen Pavilion open.

Looking at Lin Chen, he was drinking tea with his legs crossed in the lobby of Yaoshen Pavilion.

They became even more angry and uncomfortable.

You can see it and touch it, but you can't get rid of it.

No one can bear this feeling.

More than a dozen Toyotas parked in a row at the entrance of Yaoshen Pavilion.

In Imperial Capital, this car is not that great.

But there were more than a dozen vehicles in a row, and each one had a special license plate hanging on it.

Combined together, they are consecutive numbers from 0 to 9.

Everyone who knows something about the forces in Imperial Capital knows that.

The big boss in Imperial Capital has an unwritten habit.

Most of the fleets traveling from wealthy and wealthy families are dominated by luxury cars.

What stands out is nobility, elegance, and luxury.

The martial arts sects in the Imperial Capital, as well as the powerful forces in the world, like large-scale off-roading.

The exhaust pipe is thick, the number plates are continuous, and it drives aggressively.

Once you encounter this kind of thing, you're right, it's probably a gangster trip.

And in front of him, someone recognized the owner of this fleet.

"The owner of Mojiazhuang seems to have taken action personally."

"See that car at the end? It's the personal car of Mo Wentian, the owner of Mojiazhuang, a martial lord."

"Don't look at that car, it just looks domineering, but the body can withstand Gatling fire."

"The regulations of this car are customized according to the presidential car."

"I don't know if Master Mo is an enemy or a friend. If he is an enemy, then this Medicine God Pavilion is dead."

The car door opens.

A man wearing a black martial arts uniform with a calm and authoritative expression strode down.

Immediately, a younger brother opened an umbrella and covered the top of his head.

At this moment, there is no sun in the sky and it is not raining.

Holding this umbrella makes me feel lonely.

But people in the world of martial arts will deliberately create a scene.

Even people like Mo Wentian are inevitably vulgar.

He looked up and looked at the plaque above his head.

"Yao Shen Pavilion, I dare to name it."

I don't know whether it was a mockery or a compliment, but he commented with a smile on his face.

Mo Wentian went straight inside, holding his hands behind his back.

Lin Chen put down his tea cup and stood up slowly.

Now comes the hard idea. He can no longer be as careless as those minor characters before.

"You are the Longzi of the Lin family, the abandoned son of the Lin family, right?"

Mo Wentian's hazel eyes stared at Lin Chen with a strong sense of oppression.

Lin Chen said calmly: "Is something wrong?"

Mo Wentian sneered: "Of course there is something."

"It's been a few days since you killed my son Mo Yixin."

"No, as soon as his funeral is over, I will come over to avenge my useless son."

"When you get down, I will be able to handle him as a father."

"Why, it's for him to find someone to accompany him."

Lin Chen said indifferently: "I'm not that interested, you'd better hire someone else."

Mo Wentian's eyes were fierce: "You're not that interested?"

"Do you think I want you to die at the third watch, but you can handle it until the fifth watch?"

"Whether you die or not, is it up to you?"

Lin Chen's eyes slowly narrowed: "So, you want to fight me to the death?"

Mo Wentian sneered: "You're worthy of working your butt off?"

"Today, I will kill you, a little beast, to avenge my son."

Lin Chen said coldly: "Your son is seeking death on his own, so he has no one to blame."

"As an old man, if you want to stand up for him, I don't have any objections."

"It's Mr. Mo, please come back tomorrow. I don't have time today. The shop is open and I can't spare time to play with you."

Mo Wentian was so angry that he laughed back: "You dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die."

"I already told you that you are going to die today."

"You still want to postpone it until tomorrow. There is no such good thing in the world."

Lin Chen said impatiently: "Since we can't reach an agreement, let's just do it."

"My small shop costs a lot of money."

"Please, let's move to another place to decide life and death."

At the current level, Lin Chen no longer needs any twists and turns or small belly chicken intestines.

When it encounters a mountain, it collapses.

When you encounter a sea, cross it.

The rest is not necessary at all.

With power, at a certain level, you can break all laws.

This is a truth that remains unchanged throughout the ages.

Although Lin Chen could not say that he despised the martial master Mo Wentian.

But I'm afraid, that's impossible.