"Let's go home."

Su Yin glanced at the miserable scene on the ground, but had no intention of killing them all. He waved his sleeves and walked outside.

Qingkong lowered his eyes, naturally he had no objection. Anyway, his current mission is to follow Su Yin.

The handsome young man Zhang Yu took a deep breath and left the scene quickly. He must now report this matter to senior Lu Zhengyong. Such a big thing happened, and that Su Yin was from the Northern Anti-Youth Alliance, and that Sihemen

The sect leader will most likely vent his anger on the Northern Anti-Youth Alliance.

Therefore, we have to be careful about this matter in advance so that we can be prepared when something happens.

Su Yin and Qing Kong strolled on the street for a while, seeing depression everywhere, and returned to the small courtyard where the Northern Anti-Youth Alliance was.

At this time, Lin Zhiyi, the owner of the Sihemen, was sitting in the hall, drinking tea with an old friend, chatting and laughing about other things.

Lin Zhiyi is over eighty years old, but he is very energetic. Due to his years of practicing martial arts, his body is stronger than many young people. He has a big horse and a golden sword, and he has a self-contained bearing and is quite majestic.

Sitting next to him is an old man wearing a Confucian robe. His hair and beard are gray. He is also quite young. On the surface, he should be older than Lin Zhiyi.

This person's name is Qingyang Jushi, he is Lin Zhiyi's friend for many years, and he is also a master of extraordinary martial arts. In this Western Anti-Qing Alliance, besides Lin Zhiyi, this person has the highest level of cultivation.

Moreover, this person is also the master of Mingyang Temple, a martial arts power. Although his status in the world is not as high as Sihemen, he is still a big power.

These two people joined forces and firmly grasped the Western Anti-Youth Alliance. It can be said that the entire Western Anti-Youth Alliance is the voice of these two people.

"Report."

A servant stumbled in, rolled and crawled, and knelt down in front of Lin Zhiyi.

"What's going on? What a shame to be in such a panic."

Lin Zhiyi frowned and scolded sternly. He usually emphasized the Qi-nurturing Kung Fu and required his disciples to be able to face big events without changing their expressions.

"The door...the master of the door...has...something happened..."

The person who came to report the news stammered, his eyes full of panic, and he even dared not look at Lin Zhiyi for fear that he would eat him in one bite.

"whats the matter?"

Lin Zhiyi snorted coldly, this disciple was really incompetent, he would panic when something happened, and he would lose all his face, and this was in front of his old friends for many years.

"Sect Master...Young Master...Young Sect Master...something happened..."

The person who reported the news swallowed his saliva, spoke hesitantly, and looked aside with evasive eyes. If he had known what happened to the young sect leader, I am afraid that the sect leader would not have told him about Qi-nurturing skills or how to calm down.

"What happened to Lin'er? What happened?"

Lin Zhiyi's pupils shrank and his expression became more solemn. Something happened to his precious grandson again.

"Young sect leader, seriously injured..."

The person who reported the news really didn't dare to tell the young sect leader that he had his roots cut off, otherwise the sect leader might tear him to pieces in a rage.

"Bold, who dares to hurt my grandson?"
Chapter completed!