Volume 1, Chapter 122: Breaking into the Lin Mansion.

After breakfast, Ye Tingmu told everyone not to run around and then hurried out with Feng He.

Headed towards Lin Xu’s residence.

Along the way, Ye Tingmu was still in a low mood.

Well, I have to say it directly. This involves money. If I hesitate, I will only miss the opportunity.

Yes, he clenched his fists. The Dongfang family was wealthy and powerful, so there was no reason for them not to give him money.

Why are you being so reserved? The old man insisted on giving the sword to me, not me. They are two different things.

While he was thinking, the two of them crossed most of the city and arrived at the gate of Lin Mansion.

Looking at the huge house in front of him, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but click his lips.

It's not easy for a palace guard to live in such a luxurious courtyard after retirement.

"Feng He, go knock on the door."

Feng He heard this and strode towards the door.

then.

"Bang...."

"Bang...."

"Bang...."

Three loud noises were heard.

The force was so great that one of the lanterns in front of the door was knocked down.

Ye Tingmu was frowning. Can't you be a little gentler?

I asked you to knock on the door, not to hammer it.

However, along with this noise, there was also a commotion in the house.

Then a burst of cursing sounds rang out.

"Who dares to smash the gate of the Lin Mansion?"

Along with the curses, the door creaked open.

A man with a pointed chin and a monkey-like face, wearing a rough green shirt, also appeared behind the door. In the yard, men dressed similarly to him were running towards the gate from time to time, holding sticks in their hands.

Everyone looked solemn.

This is not surprising. Looking at the way Feng He knocks, those who don't know him will definitely think that he is here to cause trouble.

Soon, six or seven servants blocked the gate. The thin man in the lead looked at Feng He with his eyes. When he found that his cultivation level did not fluctuate, he cursed: "You little bastard, are you tired of living? You dare to smash the door without even knowing whose house it is."

Amidst the spit, a drop landed on Feng He's face, causing him to look stern.

He wiped it with his hand, and then looked at the man with a fierce look in his eyes, and his hand was about to draw the knife.

The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks was looked at like that. Although he was in the third level of Qidong realm, he inexplicably felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

He stepped back timidly, avoiding Feng He's gaze.

Seeing this, Ye Tingmu took two steps at a time and walked towards Feng He.

He knew that if his second brother got angry, that guy and those people would probably be killed on the spot.

Just kidding, a few small fry in the Qidong Realm and Kaiyuan Realm also want to follow Feng Hegang and make trouble.

However, these ordinary guards and servants are all such practitioners, which also shows that Lin Xu is not simple.

He held down Feng He's hand as he was about to draw his sword.

He smiled at the servants and said, "I'm sorry, I knocked on the door a little too hard, I hope you can forgive me."

The man looked at Ye Tingmu. He was in the Qidong realm, so naturally he couldn't tell that Ye Tingmu was a strong man in the Lihe realm.

All I know is that this scholar is so weak that he seems to be unable to even tie a chicken.

He didn't even notice that the scabbard of the long sword at his waist was dragging on the ground. I guess he was just hanging there for show.

"Where did you come from, you poor scholar? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Ye Tingmu's facial muscles twitched, and he thought to himself, when I get the money, I must buy myself a gorgeous Confucian robe to avoid being judged by my appearance every day.

A poor scholar? Do I look poor?

I accidentally glanced at the patch on the waist, and it seemed that he really looked poor.

But I have a divine weapon. Are you blind? Can't you see it?

He said quickly: "I have something to discuss with Lin Xu, please inform me."

"Bah..." The monkey contestant Wen Yan spit at Ye Tingmu and cursed, "You think you can call my master by his name? I've seen a lot of people like you. You still want to see my master? Get out of here now, or I'll break your legs."

The people behind him also quickly agreed.

"Yes, hurry up and leave. You are such a nobody, and you dare not meet my master."

"It's so funny. Are all the scholars nowadays so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth?"

"Hahaha, otherwise why would people say that those who study are idiots? They must have studied so much that they became stupid."

Ye Tingmu's face looked extremely ugly, and the insults and ridicules in his ears undoubtedly made him even more annoyed.

Feng He's eyes were already filled with murderous intent at this moment.

Looking at those ugly faces, Ye Tingmu's expression changed and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he let go of Feng He's hand and whispered to him, "Just don't kill him."

Feng He nodded heavily.

Walk towards the door step by step.

Although Feng He had no cultivation, every time he took a step, the sound of his feet landing was particularly heavy, coupled with his cold eyes at this moment.

Several servants were also stunned by the aura he exuded.

But now that the words have been spoken, there is no reason to take them back.

Besides, they have more people than the other side and are practitioners with martial arts skills. How can they lose to this kid?

The leader's Adam's apple moved, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are seeking death."

After saying that, he swung the stick in his hand towards Feng He.

He swung the stick down, accompanied by a full-strength attack from a warrior in the Qidong realm.

While dancing, you can hear the sound of breaking air.

Feng He did not dodge or evade.

He suddenly drew his sword.

Rub~

The broadsword comes out of the body.

Raise it upwards.

A flash of white light.

The wind blew the hair on his forehead into a flutter.

With a "Smash..." sound.

The stick was cut in two three inches from his forehead.

The servant's pupils shrank sharply.

His facial expression changed constantly, and he was amazed in his heart, what a fast knife.

The fast he mentioned was not the sharpness of the blade, but the speed of the knife, like the wind passing by.

Before he could react, Feng He kicked him out.

With a bang.

“Wow…ah…”

Feeling the huge impact on his abdomen, the servant felt as if his internal organs were torn apart.

There was a "cracking" sound from the ribs, which were obviously broken, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from the neck.

He was kicked away by the huge impact of this kick.

The whole person is like a sharp arrow shot by Li Xuan.

Fly backwards and then land.

"Bang..."

The large stone and steel beneath him shattered as he landed.

The water from the hill flowed all over his body, washing away the scarlet blood in his mouth.

He lay on the ground, crying and screaming.

Everything happened so fast.

The two men fought for less than a breath.

Feng He drew his sword and kicked.

And then it ends.

A person with no fluctuations in cultivation, relying solely on the strength of his physical body, was able to defeat a strong man in the Qidong realm, causing him to completely lose his combat ability.

They looked at each other in amazement, and for a moment they were a little confused as to what to do.

The hand holding the weapon was full of tension and could be seen shaking constantly.

Feng He raised his head and looked at them coldly.

"You all, come together."