Lin Zimo looked around and flew up, landing on a tree.
The moonlight was quite good tonight. The moonlight shone into the water, and beside the shadow of the moon in the water, there were two figures moving around and fighting.
One of them was thin and weak, while the other was fat and strong, like a big meatball flying in the sky.
The methods they used were extremely fierce. Although they were close combat and mainly focused on palm and palm techniques, each step was filled with killing intent. Every move did not leave the opponent's fatal point. It could be said to be extremely dangerous.
Lin Zimo watched quietly. That fatty was the gentleman who had sneakily stolen the one-legged bronze man from him.
The other figure was not the one who followed closely behind.
Lin Zimo did not know where that person was hiding at the moment.
There were two reasons why he noticed that someone was hiding in the dark.
Firstly, he had a hundred years of internal strength, so he had sharp ears and eyes. His perception was extremely strong, and he could hear the heartbeat and breathing of others from a long distance.
However, this was only effective for ordinary people or people with shallow martial arts.
If his qi was deep and he was on guard, it would be difficult for Lin Zimo to detect him.
The other situation was that the hidden person was paying attention to him.
What the eyes touched, the feeling came naturally!
Regardless of whether the gaze was malicious or kind, as long as he stared at Lin Zimo for a few breaths, it was very likely that Lin Zimo would be able to detect the other party. With that, it would be easy for him to discover the other party's hiding place.
However, it was unknown whether this would be effective against true experts.
Now that everyone's attention was on the two people fighting by the riverbank, Lin Zimo could not easily detect the other person's whereabouts.
However, at this moment, it was not important. What should appear would eventually appear.
Lin Zimo's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment before he noticed the one-legged bronze man on the other side.
" When I took it, I was very careful, but now it's casually thrown to the side…"
Lin Zimo shook his head slightly, feeling curious.
What was so special about this one-legged bronze man?
This morning, Ning Wushuang had asked Lin Zimo if there was anything fishy about this matter.
His answer at that time was also what he thought in his heart, and he did not hide anything…He only felt that it was impossible for there to be a problem every time he escorted the goods.
Ning Wushuang was more or less suspicious.
But now, it seemed that he had to be more cautious.
No one could tell what was going on in the martial world. Even if he sat at home peacefully, things would inexplicably happen.
However, Lin Zimo did not dislike this kind of thing. After all, while it was comfortable to be a stable escort, it would make the martial arts world…not exciting.
As his thoughts spun, the two people by the river bank had already decided who was better.
It was the thin man who was more skilled. With a wave of his hand, he stabbed three holes in the fatty's chest.
Although Fatty had avoided his vital acupoints at the critical moment and avoided the fate of dying on the spot, he was immediately seriously injured when his inner breath entered his body.
As he retreated, he wanted to escape, but it was too late.
The skinny man's figure swayed. As he opened and closed his hands, his internal strength naturally surged. For a moment, under the guidance of his internal strength, the river water began to ripple. He pushed his hands and a powerful palm force swept across.
Fatty hurriedly turned around and extended his palms. His body instantly shook, and then the thin man's figure split into two and arrived in front of him.
Their palms met, and the fat man spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying and struggled to get up, but he fell heavily to the ground.
The thin man did not say anything and arrived in front of the fatty in a step.
"Wait!" Fatty hurriedly stretched out his hand.
"You still have something to say when you're about to die?"
The thin man's tone was cold.
"You and I have been friends for twenty years. Do you really…want to be so ruthless?”
Fatty glanced at the one-legged bronze man who had fallen to the side."Just because of a one-legged bronze man?"
The thin man pondered for a while. He seemed to have thought of the 20 years of friendship. It was not easy. He slowly put down his hand.
Fatty heaved a sigh of relief and continued,"Just because of our twenty years of friendship, I…I didn't even ask a single question before I helped you steal the one-legged bronze man…I never thought…I never thought…I wanted to privately…cough cough…privately swallow it. Instead, I came here as promised and handed the one-legged bronze man over to you…You, you…What kind of pig oil has blinded your heart to be so cruel to me?”
"When the Terpsichore Court descends, the flying frost and snow are not startled.
"After knowing each other for twenty years, we can't help but go our separate ways.”
His tone was less cold, but there was more melancholy. He sighed softly," I will take care of your wife and children for you. I owe you this battle…"
As he spoke, he saw a cold light fly out from the fatty's left hand.
He was as fast as lightning. When he noticed the cold light, the thin man suddenly turned around and retreated. However, he was still a step too late.
When he landed, several cold lights were embedded in his chest.
He lowered his head and muttered,"Impermanence Soul-chasing Needle?"”
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