The air in Wang's residence was filled with a pungent smell of burning and blood.

In Donkey Face's yard, Hong Cuicui hid in Donkey Face's arms, listening to the faint sounds of smashing and smashing outside, with a look of fear on her face, "Donkey Face, Brother Lin just told us last night not to go out today because something might happen. How come it really..."

Donkey Face held an axe in his hand, looking at the blocked door, feeling a little scared, but showing no fear on his face. "Brother Lin is about to become a martial artist, his vision is beyond the reach of a woman like you. You are still making a fuss, what if your nagging is false... what about now?"

At this moment, Hong Cuicui had no intention of arguing with Donkey Face. Instead, she was filled with gratitude.

On the other side, in Li Qinglin's yard.

Li Qinglin held a wooden sword in one hand and a longbow in the other, with a quiver hanging around his waist. He looked outside carefully through the crack in the door.

The Wang residence is in chaos.

The tenants who were controlled by Lu Zhangke using the magic to control souls had all lost their minds, were fearless and would pounce on and kill any stranger they saw.

In addition to this, there are spies like Wei Liang who set fires, smashed, looted and killed people everywhere to confuse everyone's attention.

It seems that some talented people have also arrived at the Cangtian Shulu Temple.

Just now, many martial artists rushed out from the inner courtyard of Wang's residence. They had superb martial arts, and some of them were at the level of bone-penetrating and even marrow-refining. However, they were entangled by the people from the Shulu Temple.

The sounds of shouting and killing were endless, and thick flames and burnt smoke rose into the sky.

Outside the yard, people were running hurriedly from time to time.

Some people were even chased and beheaded on the spot.

But Li Qinglin did not leave the yard until...

Knock, knock, knock! There was a rapid knock on the door.

"Lin, Lin brother, please open the door, save my brother, let me hide for a while."

Li Qinglin frowned, recognizing the voice as that of another insect-raising tenant, Zhang Gong.

Seeing that Li Qinglin did not answer, Zhang Gong's voice was mixed with some weakness and pleading, "Brother Lin, I know you are at home. Please forgive me. I am a poor man, how dare I offend Manager Wang. Please open the door for the sake of our past relationship."

When Li Qinglin heard this, his eyes flickered and he seemed a little hesitant.

"Alas... Never mind. Life and death are determined by fate. Brother Lin, I don't blame you."

Mr. Zhang outside the door sighed and was about to turn around and leave.

Squeak...

Behind Mr. Zhang, there was the sound of the courtyard door opening.

Zhang Gong's eyes were filled with joy, and there was a sense of satisfaction in his conspiracy. He turned around abruptly: "Brother Lin..."

Whoosh!!

Bang! A series of thunderclaps exploded in his ears, nearly tearing his eardrums and buzzing non-stop.

A few steps behind Mr. Zhang, there were a few mysterious men wearing black face scarves, holding axes, hoes and other farm tools, but deliberately smearing their faces with charcoal ash.

There were faint traces of blood on the hatchet and hoe.

At this moment they all screamed, fell to the ground, covering their arms and the arrows on their bodies, their faces pale as gold paper, and they were so scared that they almost peed their pants.

Li Qinglin stood holding a bow, his eyes showing indifference.

Just now, he heard the noises of these people pretending to hide behind the door.

Just a door could not block the eyes and ears of Li Qinglin, a martial artist.

Li Qinglin's gaze was as sharp as a needle, falling on these mysterious people, and immediately made them tremble uncontrollably.

"Yu Qian, Fu Sheng, Zhao Liu..."

Li Qinglin could not hide the disguises of these people.

As Li Qinglin called out the names, just like a judge marking the names of the dead and alive, Yu Qian and the others almost collapsed to the ground, crying and shouting.

"Brother Li, this is a misunderstanding! We gathered together to protect ourselves. We thought you were a great martial artist, so we wanted to recruit you!"

Li Qinglin ignored Yu Qian and looked at Zhang Gong with regret.

This group of tenants took advantage of the chaos to rob and plunder in order to make a profit, but Li Qinglin actually didn't want to interfere.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The bowstring of the longbow trembled continuously, and several cold rays cut through the air, and in an instant, at a tricky angle, pierced into the eye sockets of Fusheng, Zhao Liu and others.

Just now he drew his bow and shot the arrow for the first time, but it was not out of mercy or unwillingness to take these people's lives.

It was simply a miss. He was aiming for the neck, but it missed by a long way.

But it doesn’t matter, the first time is new, the second time is familiar, and by the third time you will have mastered it.

"The method of shooting from a distance? Impossible!!"

After all, Yu Qian made a noise, and his reaction ability and strength were far beyond those of ordinary people.

At this moment, he was like a trapped beast, growling softly and letting the arrows fall on him.

He took a step to close the distance between him and Li Qinglin. His clothes flew backwards, rustling, and the hatchet in his hand chopped vertically from top to bottom!

However, a figure was beyond his visual capture limit. He felt a pain in his chest and flew several feet away like a straw and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a large cave-in on his chest, and blood was gushing out of his body like water.

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He looked at Li Qinglin who was getting closer and closer in fear, and seemed to understand something. He suddenly realized, "So, you are already a martial artist..."

The wooden sword scratched across the neck, and a trace of blood appeared.

Yu Qian covered his wound tightly, feeling his strength quickly draining away. His pupils gradually became lifeless, leaving only endless remorse and regret.

Li Qinglin turned around and looked at the back of Zhang Gong, who was running out of the alley in a panic, like a dog that had lost its home.

There is only one arrow left in the quiver.

Li Qinglin took the arrow and almost fully pulled the ten-stone longbow in his hand. In a moment, the arrow shot out like a meteor.

Bang! First there was the sound of the arrow string shaking rapidly.

Phew!

Then there was the dull thud of Zhang Gong falling to the ground, covering his pierced throat.

"The arrowheads made from ox bones are still too brittle. You have to aim at exposed parts to achieve a penetrating effect."

"If a martial artist is wearing thicker clothes or has tighter skin, it would be difficult to cause obvious injuries."

Li Qinglin put down his longbow, and his tense muscles finally relaxed.

Suddenly, a light mist evaporated from the skin due to the high temperature of the blood.

Against the backdrop of corpses scattered all over the ground outside the courtyard, Li Qinglin was like a cold-blooded executioner on the battlefield. The cold murderous intent in his eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

"Brother Lin, there seems to be some movement outside, are you okay?"

From the adjacent courtyard, the trembling sound of the donkey face was heard.

Li Qinglin comforted her softly, "It's nothing. I chased away a few ignorant people."

"You two stay at home and don't answer anyone who knocks on the door."

…

Li Qinglin pulled out the arrow from the corpse, wiped off the blood, and put it back into the quiver.

Then they used the axes brought by Qian and others to chop the corpse quickly and hard, cutting across the face, making it impossible to tell the fatal wound.

He even used the hatchet to reinsert the wound caused by the arrow to cover the mark.

Mr. Zhang's body was a little far away, close to the main road. Li Qinglin walked quietly to the end of the alley and was about to drag Mr. Zhang's body back.

When I came forward, I saw a person walking quickly towards me from more than ten feet away.

When Wei Liang saw Li Qinglin, his eyes suddenly widened with anger and his face was full of hatred. "You traitor, you are a traitor. I will kill you!!"

After saying this, he took out a wax pill from somewhere on his body and swallowed it quickly.

Then, this weak body swelled rapidly, and the aura all over the body rose and fluctuated violently.

(End of this chapter)