Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Yu Renyan also wanted to bypass Yue Lingshan and go over to help.

Yue Lingshan hated him to the extreme, and with a light step, she turned around and stood in front of him again.

Chi!

With a single sword strike, seven sword shadows appeared, illuminating the major acupoints all over Yu Renyan's body.

Before the sword strike even arrived, he was already so terrified that the hairs on his body stood on end, and he didn't know which of the seven shadows he should defend against.

In a panic, he wildly swung his longsword in front of him, crying out, "Don't kill me, I am Qing Tu..."

Upon hearing his plea for mercy, Yue Lingshan's swordplay suddenly became several times faster.

puff~

The seven sword shadows merged into one, instantly piercing Yu Renyan's throat. The last half of his sentence was stuck in his throat, and he fell to the ground dead.

Yue Lingshan playfully wrinkled her nose and asked Linghu Chong, who was not far away, "Second Senior Brother, what did he just say about Qing?"

Linghu Chong shrugged with a wicked grin: "I didn't hear clearly, it must have been something about bandits in the Green Mountains!"

"Nonsense, it's the Qingcheng Sect!"

The four Qingcheng heroes, who had just rushed to the vicinity of the caravan, roared angrily, no longer caring about concealing their identities.

Yu Renyan is their master's son, and they will definitely settle this score with the Huashan Sect later. How can they let the other party fool them like this!

"We are the Four Beauties of Qingcheng Sect, and the one who was killed was our master's son."

"You people at the foot of Mount Hua are so ruthless; this feud is now set in stone."

Yang Lin, who had been standing on the caravan without making a move, coldly shouted:

"I think you're the ones talking nonsense."

The Qingcheng Sect is a righteous and prestigious sect, and the Four Heroes of Qingcheng are heroes and outstanding figures. How could they do such a despicable thing as robbing caravans on the road?

"A few petty thieves dare to smear the Qingcheng Sect? They're courting death!"

"you……"

Damn it, what a bunch of idiots!

Hou Renying's face turned red, deeply feeling the pain of being unable to express herself.

Do not!

To be precise, the other party was pretending to be ignorant, wanting Qingcheng Branch to suffer this injustice in silence.

"Huashan and Qingcheng are both righteous sects and are of the same ilk. Today, I will rid the Qingcheng Sect of you despicable villains who framed and slandered others."

Yang Lin smirked, tapped his foot on the frame, and leaped into the air.

hum!

He crossed his sword in his left hand, opened his right hand, his clothes billowed, and his face was flushed with a purple aura.

Boom!

With a single palm strike, the air vibrated.

Hou Renying and the other three felt an invisible pressure on their shoulders, and their knees buckled, almost causing them to kneel on the ground.

So strong!

retreat!

This was the first thought that flashed through the minds of the four of them.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to turn around, Linghu Chong and the others had already surrounded him, blocking his retreat completely.

"Damn it, let's go for it!"

Left with no other choice, the four could only roar and simultaneously raise their palms to meet the attack.

Bang!

Click...

The internal strength of the two sides is not even in the same league.

The four men's arms were snapped off, they coughed up blood, and their bodies were thrown back several meters before crashing to the ground.

"Qing...Qingcheng Sect will not let this go..."

Yang Lin landed in front of the four people, squatted down, and chuckled, "Since you're all going to die anyway, don't bring shame to your sect."

"You... poof..."

Chapter 22 Poisonous Fog

With the deaths of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng and Yu Renyan, the remaining Qingcheng disciples lost their leader and immediately fell into chaos.

Without Yang Lin and the others even lifting a finger, Lin Zhennan led the entire escort agency to slaughter them, leaving no one alive.

"It's fortunate that you young heroes were here this time, otherwise our escort agency would have had a really hard time dealing with you." Lin Zhennan clasped his hands in thanks to Yang Lin and the others.

When Yue Zhuoqun suggested that his disciples travel together, he still had some reservations.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the disciples of the Huashan Sect have all been recruited in the last ten years, and most of them are the sons of tenant farmers and shop managers, whose martial arts aptitude is questionable.

With this one move, he realized he had been looking at the world from the bottom of a well.

Any one of the young men and women present was stronger than him.

It's no wonder that Huashan was able to recover its strength within ten years and control most of the escort business in the north.

"Senior Brother, your internal strength has surpassed ours without us even realizing it. You've already mastered the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, haven't you?"

Mu Renqing, in astonishment, sought confirmation from Yang Lin.

They were not surprised that he defeated the Four Heroes of Qingcheng with a single palm strike.

These four have impressive-sounding names, but their martial arts skills are actually quite average. Any one of them could defeat all four of them.

Surprisingly, Yang Lin's palm strike just now was executed with such ease and comfort.

The one who felt it most deeply was Mu Renqing, who was the most proficient in fist and palm techniques among his group of disciples.

The powerful and fierce is represented by the Hunyuan Palm, while the ethereal and agile is represented by the Kongming Fist.

His main internal energy cultivation method is Hunyuan Gong, which, combined with the Hunyuan Palm technique he uses, is extremely powerful.

However, Yang Lin used the internal energy of the Zixia Divine Skill to activate the Hunyuan Palm, and it was in no way weaker than his. The fierce power might be slightly inferior, but the continuous and profound weight far surpassed his.

"I just mastered it recently." Yang Lin rarely showed a hint of pride.

Yue Zhuoqun also majored in the Zixia Divine Skill. As the senior brother, he had achieved some success in cultivating it and felt that he had not let down his master's high regard for him.

After a quick cleanup of the battlefield, we continued our journey.

Having averted an ambush, everyone relaxed slightly, and felt completely relieved after leaving the woods.

The next stretch of road was flat and not suitable for ambushes, so the caravan members started talking more.

Lin Pingzhi then approached Yang Lin and the others to ask about their martial arts skills.

He used to be full of vigor and ambition. As the young master of the Fuwei Escort Agency, he was fawned over wherever he went, and he believed his martial arts skills were decent.

Seeing Yang Lin and the others' skills, they realized how poor their own abilities were.

He showed great enthusiasm, even revealing his desire to become a disciple of Mount Hua. Yang Lin and the others only politely offered a few words of advice, but secretly declined.

To become a disciple of Mount Hua, one must first study at the Martial Arts Hall. Lin Pingzhi was eighteen years old, well past the age limit.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's disappointed expression, Yang Lin sighed inwardly.

He not only recalled his past self, who was also passionate about martial arts and was eventually valued by Yue Zhuoqun.

Fortunately, I was the right age, which led to my current success.

Just as she was about to say a few words of comfort to Lin Pingzhi, she heard Xia Xueyi's serious voice from the side: "Something's wrong, there's poisonous fog in the air!"

Sure enough, after his reminder, everyone realized that a thin layer of white mist had risen around them at some point, almost indistinguishable from normal fog.

bang bang bang...

The next second, the head镖师 (bodyguard) and the镖师 (bodyguards) fell to the ground one after another. Of all the people in the Fuwei镖局 (escort agency), only Lin Zhennan remained conscious because of his slightly stronger internal strength.

Even so, he slumped weakly to the ground, pale-faced, with a bitter smile: "We were still careless."

Because they were relaxed, they didn't take the quietly rising poisonous fog seriously, thinking it was just a normal weather change.

Moreover, the timing of the poisoning by the person in the shadows was far too insidious.

They didn't let go while fighting the Qingcheng Sect in the forest, nor when they left the forest, but waited until everyone had traveled a distance and their minds were completely relaxed before letting go.

Xia Xueyi had been poisoned when she went to the Wen family to seek revenge some time ago, so she was more vigilant in this regard and was the first to react.

"This is a kind of miasma. Take the Detoxifying Pill." Yang Lin took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out the pills, and distributed them to his junior brothers and sisters.

These detoxifying pills were specially exchanged by Yue Zhuoqun from the shop before their departure, for their self-defense. They can neutralize most common poisons found in the martial arts world.

The toxic fog grew increasingly dense, affecting visibility even ten meters away.

"Hehehe, as expected of a top disciple of the Huashan Sect, your vigilance is indeed strong."