Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 901: Do you know who he is?

Yin Shan was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the look in my eyes just now suggested that he got it wrong?

She glanced at Ding Sanshi, and signaled again with her eyes.

Hurry up, advise your apprentice not to die.

Ding Sanshi caught the gaze, thought for a while, and said, "Your apprentice..."

Yin Shan breathed a sigh of relief.

If the apprentice doesn't understand it, it's fine if the master understands it.

After all, there is still one who knows the power.

Just listen to Ding Sanshi continue to say: "Disciple, don't make trouble."

Yin Shan:? ? ?

Wait, brother, did you make a mistake?

The look in my eyes just now didn't mean that.

Yin Shan was in a hurry.

But at this time, Lin Beichen had already made a move.

The figure flashes.

It's as fast as a ghost.

Almost no one can capture Lin Beichen's movement trajectory.

Including watching Uncle Jinglei.

To deal with this kind of fourth-level celestial being, Lin Beichen didn't even have to pull out his big stick, he just punched him in the face.

Completely rely on the superpower to crush.

Pure bullying.

Bang!

Uncle Jinglei received a punch in the face.

Then the blood from the nostrils flew upside down.

The huge gap in strength didn't even give him the chance to draw his sword.

Young people don't talk about Wude.

Shoot without yelling 'start'.

The other Leihuocheng disciples next to him fell silent for an instant, as if they had seen a ghost, they all looked at Uncle Jinglei who had fallen on the ground, with exaggerated expressions frozen on their faces, revealing even more exaggerated inner shock.

Master uncle lost?

Uncle fell down?

Uncle's nose is crooked?

Uncle so vulnerable?

We...have misread it.

Or, we actually brought over a fake uncle?

Otherwise, why are you so careless?

The air was suddenly quiet.

Yin Shan was also shocked.

She rubbed her eyes subconsciously.

That's right, it's not dazzled.

The uncle of Lei Huocheng was lying down, and the disciple of Senior Brother Ding was standing.

The fourth-level celestial being is lying down, and the bragging beauty boy is standing.

Could it be...

She looked at Qianqian who she had just secretly defined as "big **** and no brains", and a thought that was still somewhat unbelievable flickered in her mind: Could it be that what this little maid said just now is true?

Where did Brother Ding find such a strong disciple?

No, it's not looking for it, it should be a lie, right?

After all, Senior Brother Ding himself is absolutely impossible to be so strong.

She couldn't help but look at Lin Beichen again.

This handsome young man still lacks the demeanor of a master, with one hand on his hip, pointing his fingers at Lei Huocheng's uncle who was lying on the ground with twitching limbs, and said: "Do you admit it? Ah, do you admit that you are not as good as a dog?" ?”

Looks like Yazi really has a bad brain.

No wonder he was tricked by Senior Brother Ding to become an apprentice.

Yin Shan is worthy of being the most naive famous disciple back then, with a delicate mind, countless inner activities, and invincible brain supplementation.

Climb.

Climb slowly.

Uncle Jinglei slowly got up from the ground.

His expression was angry and confused.

He looked up and stared at Lin Beichen.

The disciples of Thunder Fire City were all excited.

Uncle Shi can still do it.

You can still play.

Hurry up, uncle, it's time to rectify your name.

Use your true strength, kill this guy, and use your actual actions to prove that what happened just now was just an accident.

Eldest brother couldn't help shouting and cheering.

At this time, I saw Uncle Jinglei straighten his robe and hairstyle, slowly bent over ninety degrees, bowed to the end, and said very sincerely: "I'm sorry to bother you."

The disciples of Thunder Fire City were instantly petrified.

A gust of wind blows over their blackened faces, and it seems that there are withered and yellow leaves floating in the air...

Lin Beichen: "???"

Huh?

Is this an apology?

Do you want to admit it so quickly?

"This is my savings, a total of 600 profound stones, three catties of fairy tears silver and gold, and six [Guben Pills]. Smile."

Uncle Jinglei held his embroidered storage bag in both hands, and presented it respectfully.

"Huh?"

Lin Beichen was surprised: "You know me?"

Master Uncle Jinglei raised his head, smiled obsequiously, and said: "I didn't recognize him before, but after being punched, I finally recognized the true face of God... Young Master Lin's fight is so good, it's wonderful, it makes me feel enlightened, my ears are clear Muming, thank you Young Master Lin."

Lin Beichen brought the embroidered storage bag over.

Weighed it.

Hey, it's quite heavy.

"Okay, let's go."

He waved his hand.

Since he is so upright, it would be too unreasonable to act again.

What's more, master is not allowed to kill people anyway.

"Thank you, Young Master Lin, for your mercy."

Uncle Jinglei's heart hanging in his throat fell back into his stomach, he bowed respectfully three times, then turned around and immediately led the disciples of Leihuocheng, running wildly like fleeing for refuge, and disappeared in the distance in a blink of an eye.

Kilometers away from the cemetery.