Chapter 125 I Really Don’t Want to Do Black Boxing, Bailingguo

Seven or eight people surrounded Lin Yong, and each of them looked like he wanted to give Lin Yong some color.

They thought Lin Yong would be afraid.

Who would have thought that Lin Yong still looked calm.

Brother Feng smiled, "That's right, Boss Lin is still a bit courageous."

Lin Yong said word by word, "I told you, I just want to drink, I don't want to do black boxing..."

Mustache spoke, "Brother Feng, teach this boy a lesson and he will be honest. The strength of a thousand pounds is powerful, but it is one person versus one person. There are so many of us, he will definitely get beaten."

Brother Feng nodded, "Please be gentle and look back, he has to play for our people."

After hearing what Brother Feng said, the others swarmed up and wanted to beat Lin Yong.

The ignorant are fearless, these are the people I’m talking about.

Facing an innate master, what use are these ordinary people?

Lin Yong punched one and kicked each, and within a minute, he knocked these people down.

This is Lin Yong's mercy. Lin Yong doesn't want to cause trouble, especially this channel for drinking, which Lin Yong doesn't want to cut off.

Each of these people received a blow, fell to the ground and started shouting "Ouch, ouch".

Lin Yong looked at Brother Feng, "I told you, I don't want to do black boxing."

Brother Feng saw that Lin Yong had such outstanding martial arts. Now he was the only one standing among his people. However, he was not afraid at all, and his face was full of excitement.

"If you fight this fight, I will give you all the drinks for free. If you win 500,000 yuan, you will lose 50,000 yuan." Brother Feng said.

Lin Yong was a little helpless. Don't these people understand human speech?

Lin Yong thought for a while and walked out the door. He had completely lost his temper today. It seemed that there was no way to drink.

Just when Lin Yong walked past Brother Feng, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling of danger.

I saw Brother Feng taking out a pistol and pointing it at Lin Yong's head, "I said, you have to fight today. If you don't fight, I will kill you now."

Lin Yong was a little angry inside.

This Brother Feng is indeed overbearing and unreasonable.

He actually used this method to force him.

Lin Yong hates others forcing him to do things. He has been like this since he was a child.

It seems that if you don't show some real skills today, there is no way to do well.

Brother Feng felt his eyes blur, and Lin Yong suddenly disappeared. When Lin Yong appeared again, he had already held his hand holding the pistol.

Brother Feng felt a strong force coming from the pistol, and then he couldn't hold the pistol and had to drop it.

Lin Yong took the pistol, rubbed it in his hand, and rolled it into a ball of iron, then threw it on the ground, "I said, I don't do black boxing."

Brother Feng took two steps back, with a look of horror on his face and said nothing.

Lin Yong stepped forward and grabbed Brother Feng's neck, "Remember, don't mess with me, don't make trouble for me, or I will make it very difficult for you. I just don't want to kill anyone."

Brother Feng's face turned red and he nodded with difficulty.

At this moment, the warehouse door opened.

An old man in his fifties wearing a robe appeared at the door, followed by two people.

What surprised Lin Yong was that this old man was also a master in the innate realm. Although he only had three cyclones, he was still very good compared to ordinary people.

The old man looked at Lin Yong, "As expected of an innate warrior, these small fish and shrimps under my hands are no match for you."

Lin Yong glanced at the old man, a man with three cyclones, but he still didn't put him in his eyes.

The old man continued, "I am Mr. Third, Boss Lin. Let's get to know each other."

Lin Yong nodded and prepared to leave.

The third master spoke, "Do you want Boss Lin's wine?"

Lin Yong stopped and was a little surprised, "I beat your people, and you are still going to sell me wine?"

The third master spoke, "If Boss Lin is willing to replace our people, we can talk about the wine."

Lin Yong's face darkened. After all, he still wanted to do black boxing, "I don't do black boxing."

The third master smiled and said, "Boss Lin, are you afraid? Today's contestant is an innate master from the southwest. I heard that he has four cyclones in his body."

Lin Yong also smiled, "I don't care about the masters of the four cyclones. I just don't want to be looked at by others for acting like a monkey. I don't want to use black boxing."

The third master was surprised.

His strength is not very high, so he cannot tell the depth of Lin Yong.

Originally, he thought that there were only four cyclones in Lin Yong's body that could hold him to death. Unexpectedly, Lin Yong said this, so it seemed that there were at least five cyclones in Lin Yong's body.

The Third Master was excited, "That person said that there is no one in my northwest martial arts world, and they are provoking me from the northwest. Doesn't Boss Lin have any idea of ​​standing up for the people from the northwest?"

"They have already penetrated seven of our people. If they penetrate ten people, we in the northwest will be completely embarrassed."

Lin Yong smiled, "They are too loud, but the northwest martial arts world is not mine. Someone will naturally deal with them."

Brother Feng stood up and said, "Third Master, how is this possible? That person doesn't seem to be an innate master."

The third master spoke, "They agreed that three people can be sent out for ten games. The person who looks like a follower is an innate master. We didn't notice that person at first, and I also made a mistake. I guess that person There is a treasure that hides the aura on the body.”

"Our people were no match for the big man, so I sent innate masters. As a result, the follower came on the scene and fought three games in a row, winning them all. In the seventh game, he defeated three Cyclone masters. Now, they are resting, waiting. Let’s play Game 8.”

Brother Feng walked up to Lin Yong with a playful smile, "They played seven games, each with 500,000 yuan, which means that the bonuses in their hands now have accumulated to 3.5 million. As long as you beat them, you can get four A million.”

Lin Yong smiled, "Third Master, do you think I, a master of four or five cyclones, will take four million in my eyes?"

The Third Master gritted his teeth and said, "Take a look at something like this. If you are willing to show up, this thing, as well as a bonus of four million, are all yours. This time, the wine is free of charge. In the future, if you come to drink, it will be six fold."

As the third master said, he took out something from his arms.

Lin Yong's pupils suddenly shrank, it turned out to be Bailingguo.

Bailing fruit is indeed very rare.

It can make a person's body more flexible, especially for martial artists. Once the body is flexible, practicing martial arts in the future will be more effective with half the effort.

It is a good thing to improve your physical fitness.

The selling price outside is at least 30 million, but no one who has obtained the Bailing fruit will sell it. They all prepare the medicine and eat it themselves.

Lin Yong himself does not need Bailing Guo. But the most important effect of lark fruit is that it can make the zombie's body as soft as a human.

It is a good thing to improve the physical properties of zombies.

The little zombie Mingli complained several times, saying that his legs and feet were not as soft as little Luoluo.

Lin Yong really wanted to get this lark fruit for the little zombie.

Lin Yong reached out and grabbed the Bailing Fruit and put it into the storage space, "Take me there..."

Third Master is happy, Brother Feng is happy.