Yang Lin just chased after fifty meters, and then he could only see the other party's back.

The mist was faint, and the back, wearing white clothes and broken arm, penetrated into the forest and disappeared.

“It’s the same again.”

He coughed up some blood foam heavily and shook off the blood from his hands with some reluctance.

Last time I attacked to save people at night and defeated Zhu Shijie, the other party used the method of flying on the grass, but in the end, he fled to the roof.

If an unknown force had not suddenly fired a gun, the other party would have escaped.

This time, this is the case again.

He is really powerless.

When fighting head-on, his strength and softness are integrated, and he must gain the upper hand whether it is fighting against blows or fighting hard.

However, once the other party rushes to fight or simply runs away, his pair of bridge hands that locks Hengjiang can't train his legs, so he can only watch.

Unfortunately, his marksmanship is not very good. He has tried it occasionally and has no sense of guns.

You can shoot when shooting, but you can't be transformed into the martial arts panel. Relying on years of practice, it's just a little better than ordinary people.

Faced with such fast and very agile opponents, the shooting technique that can't even be shot by birds is actually useless.

Looking at the direction where Zhang He escaped, Yang Lin suddenly laughed with his eyes.

The monk can't run away from the temple.

Where can I escape?

However, let’s see how Yang Ying is now?

I hope I will come quickly and nothing happened.

He returned to Yuewang Temple with a slightly heavy mood...

It's within sight.
Chapter completed!