In his ear, the voice of Master Fan's complaint came.

Take a deep breath.

Then he calmly asked:

“What did you say, “Is this guy?”

He pointed to Lin Yan and asked.

"Yes!This is the guy in the coat!“You must avenge me!”

Master Fan gritted his teeth and stared at Lin Yan with hatred.

The latter had just hit him and made him lose face.

He hates it now.

Listen to what my nephew says.

God’s face was slightly darkened.

He didn’t want his nephew to offend him.

With one word from the latter.

The last hope was also dashed.

But the young master did not realize this.

Instead, he continued to scream there:

“Small pieces!You wait, my uncle, your end will be miserable!”

“What do you want to do with him?”

The voice was a little low.

“How to deal with it?”

The young master nodded slightly.

Then it was a great joy!

Looking into Lin Yan's eyes, it revealed a kind of yin and bitterness!

“Hahaha!Abandon his hands and feet!Then let him climb from the street to the end of the street!That way I can name my name!”

Breaking hands!

Climb from the street to the end of the street!

I heard this young master.

Many people have white lips.

This guy is too tough.

Hear it here.

In God’s eyes, there is a look of determination and pain.

"All right!Break the hand!Breaking feet!The Street!”

The wind blows like the cold wind.

Let the people in the room have a cold trembling.

Even the saints spoke like that.

It seems that the man in the cloak was in danger.

I offended the fasting son-in-law.

I can only say that this guy is unlucky.

The Saints do.

Naturally, this cloaked man could not have the slightest resistance.

And when the people were sighing for the sad end of the forest.

A scream was loud.

"Ah!Ah!Ah!"

This sound is familiar.

And the people are small.

Then look at the source of the voice.

This look.

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone has eyes wide open.

Unbelievable looking at the scene in front of you.

See only.

That was just a thorny, proud son-in-law.

It is now in a pool of blood.

The face with a thorny color.

Hands and feet are irregularly distorted.

Blood flowed.

It was obviously broken!

What is even more shocking is...

The man who shot.

He is the uncle of this son-in-law's - the saint of Fantian!

The streets were in a strange silence.

The voice of this son still resounded in his ears!

The smell of blood.

Let the people finally come back to God from this strange scene.

“Hush!This saint actually broke his nephew’s limbs with his own hands!”

“Oh my God!I'm not wrong!This is the nephew who loves this day, how can he now break his limbs with his own hands?”

Everyone is talking about it.

Even the Fan family in the caravan had a thick pile of puzzles.

The Second Master...

What's the matter!

The boy was also embarrassed because of the pain.

Swearing nothing more.

The crazy question:

"Ah!“Why do you want to break my hands and feet?”

But that day did not heed the nephew's screams.

Instead, it’s toward the forest.

The respectful way:

“Mr. Lin Yan, do you not know this punishment, are you satisfied?”

Oh!

This word out.

The whole street is boiling!

They heard right, didn’t they?

The lint!

Is this man in the cloak a tumbling forest in the past?

The forest that killed the two great saints of the temple?

Everyone is focused on the cloak.

They want to see.

Is this man really the demon genius who can kill the saint with the peak of the sun?

At this time.

Even the man in the pool of blood stopped and howled.

The dead stared at the cloakman not far away.

“Oh, I’m still satisfied.”

Lin Yan laughed.

I looked deeply at that day.

You can be a saint.

It's not simple.

This guy called his name out in front of so many people.

Whether he took off his cloak or not, the people of the temple would come to the door.

The man first broke the limbs that offended his nephew.

As a compensation for the existence of a saint who possessed the power of the saint.

Let him have no chance of having a break.

This is the sun.

This Fantian knew that with the strength of their Fan family, he could not deal with Lin Yan.

He could kill with a knife.

Even if the temple is borrowed to kill, there will be no unpleasantness.

After all, if not this day.

They are like blind-headed flies, looking for people everywhere.

Lin Yan is also decisive and takes off the cloak.

The boy in the pool of blood suddenly turned pale.

The body thumps.

He was afraid.

He is offended by this evil leuk!

Think of the latter’s actions.

This guy fought a cold war.

Not his own uncle here.

His little life is probably not guaranteed!

There was also a moment of amazement in the crowd.

“Hush!It really is the linden!I have seen his picture!”

“Wasn’t he chased by the temple?”

"This temple can't think of this temple, this forest inflammation is so swaggered in the holy city of heaven!"

There was a loud noise in the street.

They all looked at the young man with a look of fear.

This is a terrible existence that can kill a saint!

The owner was also astonished.

No wonder.

This man is so confident.

He is a linguist, and he really does not have to endure this son-in-law!

He alone can crush the whole Fan family!

"Oh, the son of Lin came to the holy city, and did not say in advance, so that I could be prepared and well received."

There was a slight smile on his face.

Lin Yan smiled a little.

There was no response.

When the identity is revealed, it is revealed.

In any case, even if it is not exposed today, the temple will realize that his search direction has been wrong.

So.

This tempo is not important at all.

But he didn’t want to eat that shit.

“All right, please.”

Lin Yan opened the road and said lightly.

The smile of the corner of the day was slightly stiff.

The face was a little darker.

"Oh?"What's the matter?Didn't you just say that you broke your hands and feet and climbed from the street to the end of the street?"

"Now it's just breaking your hands and feet, climbing, or climbing."

The sound of the lint slowly sounded.

The son-in-law in the blood.

I heard what this linden said.

His face suddenly became incomparably white.

Looking at God’s face for help.

Now that his hands and feet have been broken, he has lost most of his life.

Just climb through it.

How can you hold your own body, which is hollowed out by the color of wine?

For a moment, he had some regrets.

Good question, why bother with the forest?