Lin Bufan finally went to China.
Or rather, just passing through China.
They swaggered through the central area.
After walking for more than ten days, I passed through a bamboo forest.
Outside the bamboo forest, on a main road, a funeral procession was taking place.
The event was grand and impressive, with the sounds of suona horns and gongs filling the air.
The deceased must have held a prominent position in the martial arts world.
But it had nothing to do with Lin Bufan; he was just passing by.
Lin Bufan was in the bamboo forest, while the funeral procession was outside the bamboo forest, and neither of them had yet covered their faces.
Suddenly, a white shadow swept past Lin Bufan and flew erratically forward.
From Lin Bufan's perspective, the white figure had disheveled hair, a half-covered face, and toes that didn't touch the ground; it didn't look like a living person at all.
But then the white figure flew to a distance ahead, stood still, and began to act strangely, speaking in a low voice.
"Second brother, I've come to talk to you."
"who?"
"It sounds like the voice of the head of the manor."
A commotion broke out outside, and the martial arts friends accompanying them were also puzzled and whispered among themselves.
"The voice sounds like Master Yin, but isn't Master Yin in his coffin?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Dad, is that you?"
"Master, I am Tie Feng. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Please entrust them to me."
Lin Bufan, far away outside the bamboo forest, finally remembered this scene: Yin Hao was killed by Yin Zhong, and Yin Zhong, Yin Tianqi, Tong Bo, the Iron Guards, a group from Yujian Villa, and many martial arts masters held a funeral for Yin Hao.
Suddenly, a pretentious fellow appeared, brazenly provoking Yin Zhong in an extremely arrogant manner.
This person is Yin Tianchou.
In other words, the person impersonating the head of the Imperial Sword Manor is none other than Yin Tianchou, this thick-browed, big-eyed young man.
So, the opposing team was undoubtedly Yin Zhong, Tong Bo, Yin Tianqi, and a large group of Iron Guards.
"Interesting." Lin Bufan's lips curled up as he found the best spot to enjoy the love-hate drama within the Yin family.
Outside the bamboo grove, Yin Zhong turned around and slapped Yin Tianqi, angrily rebuking the Iron Guards.
"Listen carefully, everyone. Is that your father's voice? Is that your master's voice? At most, it sounds about seven or eight parts like him, my friend..."
Yin Zhong faced the bamboo forest and cupped his hands in greeting to the air. "Such profound internal strength. It's a pity that he's as timid as a mouse and doesn't dare to come out and face people."
Yin Tianchou's figure was as fast as a ghost, appearing one moment on the east side of the bamboo forest and the next moment darting to the north side, occasionally stirring up a bit of cold wind.
Everyone at Yujian Manor felt a chill run down their spines, and they all thought it was truly the spirit of the Great Manor Lord returning, with something to say.
"Second brother, you're afraid too? Tell them loudly how you killed me."
"If you won't tell, do you expect me, a dead man, to tell you? Hehehe, or should I enter their dreams tonight and recount all the things you've done?"
"Shut up~"
Enraged, Yin Zhong roared, his long hair flying, "Still playing tricks? You won't come out, will you? I'll beat you until you do!"
He raised his fist and swung it through the bamboo forest, his inner energy transforming into a fireball like gunpowder, which exploded across the bamboo grove.
Yin Tianchou was unharmed and was still wandering around, relentlessly mocking Yin Zhong.
"Second brother, I'm a dead man. If you want to kill me, you'll have to put in more effort."
"Go to hell, you dead man! If you don't come out, I'll turn you into a real dead man."
Yin Zhong flew up and activated the Dragon God Technique, his left and right hands transforming into semi-transparent dragon claws.
He was worried that the power was not enough, so he used the power of a demon god for five hundred years to summon wind, fire and lightning.
"The wind is blowing~"
"Fire, please!"
"Ray is coming!"
"Power on!"
The final line, a thunderous roar that seemed to shake mountains and rivers: "Sword, come!"
Instantly, all the swords of the Iron Guard, including those in Yin Tianqi's hand, flew out and gathered around Yin Zhong.
At the same time, strong winds suddenly arose from all directions, and lightning and fireballs rained down from the sky.
Flames rolled and crackled on dozens of sword blades, accompanied by blue lightning and tongues of fire.
Tong Bo watched in shock: he thought to himself that he had underestimated Yin Zhong. Even if he and Yin Tianxue joined forces, they would not be able to kill Yin Zhong.
Lin Bufan frowned slightly from a distance, thinking to himself that Yin Zhong was indeed powerful, his strength far surpassing that of the Heavenly Realm Nine Heavens.
Summoning the wind, fire, thunder, and lightning of nature is something ordinary martial artists cannot do.
Lin Bufan asked himself honestly, and he realized that he couldn't do it right now.
"Go~"
Yin Zhong finally prepared his ultimate move and unleashed it, with all the attacks spreading out in a large circle.
The shockwave advanced at breakneck speed, killing people in its path, chopping down trees, and snapping bamboo groves in half with a series of cracking sounds.
Crack! Crack! Crack! ... Bang!
A series of sounds of cutting things in half echoed as the bamboo forest, spanning hundreds of feet, was emptied, leaving not a single blade of grass.
The view ahead was wide open, without any obstacles, turning into a barren wasteland.
Countless people died behind him.
Some of the guards and martial arts masters were unable to dodge in time and were cut off by Yin Zhong's magical attack wave.
He came with good intentions to attend Master Yin's funeral, but now he's gotten himself arrested.
Those who had narrowly escaped death lay on the ground, too afraid to move or look up at Yin Zhong.
The second master of Yujian Manor has a really fiery temper; he even kills his own people.
"Ah~ my hand is on fire."
Even the young master Yin Tianqi suffered burns to his arm from the heavenly fire released by Yin Zhong.
Tong Bo and Tie Feng quickly helped him put out the fire.
"Useless trash, good-for-nothing, you can't even dodge this little fire."
Yin Zhong turned around and cursed his good-for-nothing "nephew," his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.
I saw a large piece of blood-stained white cloth fluttering in the wind.
Needless to say, the kid who was pretending to be a ghost had already been injured by him, and his clothes were blown to shreds.
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