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Lin Mo was full of doubts, and looked at Song Bozhong involuntarily.

"Captain, Bai Wuya is the leader of the Wuya Adventure Group. He was born in the Bai family in Qingcheng. He is already a famous swordsman at the age of 23. He is stronger than many veteran martial artists." Song Bozhong explained .

"So powerful!" Lin Mo looked at Bai Wuya curiously.

The mysterious man Nan Qing's eyes wandered between the boy and Bai Wuya, as if he was considering whether he should leave.

"Nan Qing, hurry up, we should go." A burly Netherfire Bandit also wearing black tights jumped out from the roof next to Lin Mo and landed beside Nan Qing.

"The city guards from Qingcheng are coming soon."

Nan Qing nodded slightly, and said: "Han Gang, you hold Bai Wuya, I will take him away."

"Want to leave!" Seeing this, Bai Wuya would easily let him go, the sharp sword at his waist was unsheathed, and a sword energy shot out immediately, with a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing this, Nan Qing didn't dare to be careless, and jumped sideways to avoid the attack of sword energy.

And Han Gang rushed directly towards Bai Wuya, his burly body with a majestic momentum, surging.

Bai Wuya looked at Han Gang solemnly.

He didn't expect that Nan Qing didn't come alone, but also brought a difficult Han Gang.

Nan Qing and Han Gang are both the guardians of the Seven Great Martial Artists of the Underworld Fire Pirates, and their strength should not be underestimated. If they are alone, he still has the confidence to stop them. A companion is just a peak warrior.

"Leave Han Gang!" Bai Wuya said coldly to his team members.

Since he couldn't stop the two of them, he decided to take the next best thing and leave only one person. Anyway, no matter who is left behind, the Underworld Fire Bandit will not be at ease.As for the boy, he didn't take it seriously.

As soon as the words fell, the flickering cold sword light shrouded down, and the four members of the Wuya Adventure Group cooperated tacitly to besiege Han Gang.

Although besieged by four people, Han Gang still won't fall behind with his strong body.

Between punches and kicks, they opened and closed, all with majestic momentum.

Han Gang is a martial artist who believes in fists. His body is very strong, and his height is more than two meters. He doesn't look like a person, but more like a ferocious beast.

To be honest, it was the first time Lin Mo saw such a powerful martial artist.

But soon his attention turned to Nan Qing. At this time, Nan Qing was taking advantage of Bai Wuya and the others being dragged by Han Gang, and grabbed the boy.

Lin Mo's mind moved, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Song, you hide first."

Before the voice dissipated, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already landed in front of the young man, facing Nan Qing and stretching out his hand.

Originally, he was still hesitating whether to help the boy, but when he saw the energy in the boy's body, he decided to help.

Although I don't know what that energy is, it should not be a simple thing.

Most of the cultivators in the Tianyun area are martial arts practitioners, and only a small number of forces have the inheritance of talisman masters, and most of them are incomplete inheritances.

Lin Mo guessed that the energy in the young man's body should be related to other cultivation professions, and wanted to study it.

Lin Mo's sudden appearance interrupted Nan Qing's actions and made Nan Qing stop.

"You also want to be an enemy of our Darkfire Bandit?" He looked at Lin Mo with some surprise, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to be an enemy of the Darkfire Bandit.

Lin Mo spread his hands and said, "I don't want to, but I also don't want to see you wantonly doing evil."

Even if he wants to befriend the young man, Lin Mo can't be too eager. Stopping evil is undoubtedly the best reason.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the young man behind him looked at him with affection.

"Just because you want to stop me? Hehe! I really don't know what it means." Nan Qing said with some contempt.

Lin Mo looked at him seriously, and said solemnly: "Indeed, I am not as good as you in terms of strength, but I only need to support you for a few minutes."

It's not sad to admit that you are weak, it's sad to have no self-knowledge and think you are strong.

"Then try it!"

While speaking, the dagger in Nan Qing's hand turned over, exuding a hazy light, and stabbed towards Lin Mo's neck.

"Captain, be careful!" Song Bozhong, who was standing there, exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't recovered from Lin Mo joining the battle when he saw this shocking scene.

Nan Qing's speed is very fast, and the speed of the sword is even faster, passing Lin Mo's eyes like a stream of light.

"Sure enough, a martial artist is much stronger than a warrior!"

Lin Mo was startled, and at the same time, the navy's six-style shaving was activated, and there was a burst of explosive breath under his feet, and his body suddenly retreated backwards.

While backing away, he also kicked the boy into the distance.

Nan Qing ignored the young man, and continued to stab forward with the short sword in his hand, piercing straight into Lin Mo's throat.

Faced with such a sharp attack, Lin Mo did not retreat but advanced, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed with a swipe, and he slashed from top to bottom.

He knows that blindly retreating is not beneficial, only offense is the best defense, even if it is a good result to exchange injuries.

In the ten days since he came to this world, the comfortable atmosphere he brought has almost dissipated, and he has completely adapted to this dangerous world.

He was an ordinary young man on earth, but now he doesn't want to be ordinary anymore, the blood in his heart is rolling, even if it only blooms for a second, he will not regret it.

He would not leave Jingshan City if he was afraid of death.

Looking at the long sword, Nan Qing didn't dare to be careless, as a martial artist with many battles, he would not underestimate any opponent.

The short sword that stabbed forward was drawn back and lay across his chest, blocking the long sword's slashing.

Ding

The sound of metal colliding sounded, and sparks burst out immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Qing slapped Lin Mo's head with his left palm.

But Lin Mo's mind moved slightly, his white eyes were kept open, and he saw very clearly the energy mobilization in Nan Qing's body, and also noticed Nan Qing's movements.

Bending down and bowing the head, the long sword swept across, and then the body turned, the sword was like a gust of wind.

Lin Mo's abilities far exceeded Nan Qing's expectations. Although he did not underestimate Lin Mo, he did not expect Lin Mo to be so strong.

Facing him, this martial artist dared to attack so recklessly.

Without thinking too much, Nan Qing jumped away from the long sword and stabbed Lin Mo's head from above.

Bai Yan has a nearly 360-degree viewing angle, and all of Nan Qing's movements are in Lin Mo's eyes, and there is a sneer on his face facing the ground.

Indeed, in terms of strength, he is indeed not as good as Nan Qing, but don't forget that he has the ability of white eyes, which is like cheating.

The arm twisted, the long sword in his hand changed from a sweep to a straight stab, and the target was Nan Qing in the sky.

One inch long and one inch strong, both of them stabbed straight, and Lin Mo's long sword undoubtedly had the advantage.

In desperation, Nan Qing had no choice but to swing the long sword, turning her body and falling.

But just as he was falling, Lin Mo suddenly yelled.

"Finger gun!"

The body suddenly moved sideways towards Nanqing, and the index finger of his left hand ruthlessly tapped on Nanqing's shoulder.

Nan Qing was shocked, and immediately pulled away from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's stabbing with the sword was just a false move, and pointing the gun was his goal.

It's a pity that Nan Qing didn't understand it, and of course he didn't know that Lin Mo would have the trick of pointing a gun.

It's a long story, but the battle between the two is just a blink of an eye.

The two stood facing each other, Lin Mo looked at Nan Qing intently, and Nan Qing's exposed eyes were full of haze.

He felt that the left shoulder that was stabbed by Lin Mo's finger gun became stiff, and his entire left arm was numb.

If it wasn't for the mask, Lin Mo would have found Nan Qing's face very ugly.

Nan Qing still underestimated Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's pointing gun just now was not aimed at injuring Nan Qing, his purpose was the acupuncture point on Nan Qing's shoulder.

Rolling eyes and pointing guns to acupuncture points, this is a move that Lin Mo just thought of.

Nan Qing took a deep breath, he knew that his task could not be completed today.

"Han Gang, let's go!" He shouted very decisively.

If they don't leave, they won't be able to leave until the city guards from Qingcheng arrive.

On the other side, Han Gang, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly heard Nan Qing's shout. Although he was puzzled, he still retreated as he said.

Then the two of them didn't make any other moves, and rushed away in one direction without hesitation.

Bai Wuya waved his hand to stop the group members who wanted to pursue him, his face turning green and pale.

Han Gang is more difficult than he imagined. His swordsmanship is not bad, he takes a nimble and quick way, and has extraordinary achievements in martial arts, but facing the rough Han Gang, he feels what is called powerlessness , Han Gang's body is extremely strong, and his explosive power has reached an astonishing level. Any move will blow him away with a punch.

Then he shook his head again. Although Nan Qing and Han Gang were not left behind, it was a good thing to destroy Nan Qing's mission.

In short, as long as he can make Minghuo Pirate unhappy, he will be in a good mood.

Thinking of this, he looked at Lin Mo in surprise.

It's really not easy for a young man with samurai cultivation to take advantage of Nan Qing's subordinates.

For cultivators, it is not impossible to fight at a higher level. Some practitioners have special abilities, and in some respects they are far superior to the same level. If they are lucky, they can still fight at a higher level.

But there are not many such examples.

Chapter No.17 Unexpected Disaster

After clearing up his mood, Bai Wuya laughed and said, "This little brother's skills are so powerful, he can actually make Nan Qing deflated!"

His team members also looked at Lin Mo in surprise.

"Senior White is being polite. My younger brother is just taking advantage of the opponent's underestimation. Compared with Senior White, my younger brother is still far behind." Lin Mo said modestly.

Bai Wuya walked up to Lin Mo, with a full face of admiration, he said, "I haven't asked the little brother's name yet."

"Lin Mo in Jingshan City has met Senior White." Lin Mo bowed and said.

Bai Wuya's attitude is obviously that he wants to befriend him, and of course Lin Mo will not refuse, after all, one more friend is one more way.

And Bai Wuya is still a famous young swordsman, so there is no harm in getting to know him.

"Jingshan City!" Bai Wuya was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect such an outstanding young man to come from a small city.

Then he said indifferently: "Today we can be regarded as fighting side by side, brother Lin, don't call me senior, just call me by my name."

The words are full of informal pleasure.

Lin Mo said with a smile: "This little brother is so high, I have seen Big Brother Bai!"

"Hahaha" Bai Wuya was delighted by Lin Mo's attitude, and said with a smile, "I recognize you as a friend."

He is really optimistic about Lin Mo in his heart. Strength is one aspect, and mentality is another aspect.

He has seen many geniuses, but there are not many young geniuses who can maintain a humble attitude like Lin Mo, and of course there are not many who can be recognized by him. He is a very proud person.

While the two were talking, the young man ran up to the old man, saw the old man's pale expression, and couldn't help crying.

"Grandpa, grandpa, wake up!"

Everyone saw that the old man had fallen into a coma at this time, and it seemed that he was not far from death.

"Brother Bai, I'll go and have a look first." Lin Mo still missed the boy in his heart.

Walking to the old man and squatting down, Lin Mo looked at the situation in the old man's body with his white eyes.

All the viscera and six internal organs were injured by the concussion, the abdomen was stabbed, and the blood loss was too much. The injury is not serious.

"He's not dead yet, so there should be salvation." Lin Mo patted the young man on the shoulder and said softly.

After speaking, he reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle of red potion from the system space.

The healing potion, commonly known as the red bottle, is the sign-in reward he got a few days ago, and it has the effect of replenishing qi and blood and healing injuries.

He doesn't know the specific effect, but at this time he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

When the young man heard Lin Mo's words, he stopped crying immediately, and watched nervously as Lin Mo pinched the old man's mouth open and poured the red potion into it.

He didn't know Lin Mo, but he knew that only Lin Mo was willing to help him at this moment.

After letting the old man swallow the healing potion, Lin Mo took out the golden sore medicine and rubbed it on the wound on the old man's abdomen.

Not knowing if the healing potion had worked, the old man woke up soon, with a pair of cloudy eyes opened.

"Zhao'er!" The old man said in a thin voice.