Lin Qiu rested in Bangzi Country for a night, and early the next morning, a Rolls-Royce was parked at the hotel.

The Director of the Bangzi Country's Intelligence Specially called him and asked him for everything.

Lin Qiu put on a khaki windbreaker and took the mute slave out.

The driver was driving excitedly opened the car door for him. Lin Qiu nodded slightly at him, and the driver's face was already red.

Close the car door and the driver asked carefully: "Lin, Master Lin. The place you are going to is the headquarters of the Wuqing Association. Is there anything else you need to bring? It is very dangerous there!"

"Drive, just send me there." Lin Qiu said calmly.

The driver had never seen such a confident person. He only brought one subordinate to the headquarters of the Wuqing Association, and even the intelligence director dared not do this.

But the person sitting behind was the president of the Dragon Blood Association, who was afraid of both the Hidden Sect and the Temple of the Gods.

Especially the twinkling ring on his hand made him more charming.

"It will be there in an hour, sit down!" The driver stepped on the accelerator, and Rolls-Royce quietly glided forward.

Lin Qiu has done his homework, and the headquarters of the Wuqing Association is a martial arts hall.

Not only the Wuqing Association, but also the entire Martial Arts Alliance is famous for its advocacy of force.

Lin Qiu narrowed his eyes and began to close his eyes to rest.

After a while, Rolls-Royce stopped.

The driver said helplessly: "President Lin, I've arrived at the gate, but I can't get in."

Lin Qiu opened his eyes and saw a tall iron gate appearing in front of him. Four men in Taekwondo uniforms stood at the door, staring at Rolls-Royce with a fierce look.

"You are waiting for me here!" Lin Qiu opened the door and walked out of the car. The mute slave had already gotten out of the car before him to wait for him.

The two of them walked forward strode forward, with nine iron swords inserted behind the mute slave. Today he brought all the guys.

"Stop, this is a private place, and you won't accept any visitors. Go back!" A Wu Qinghui subordinate yelled.

Lin Qiu said coldly: "I am not a visitor, I am here to smash your Wuqing venue."

The four Wu Qinghui subordinates changed color instantly and rushed towards Lin Qiu together.

The mute slave rushed to Lin Qiu to block him. Nine iron swords flew out at the same time, roaring and cutting the bodies of four enemies, and smashing the door with blood.

The driver hid in the Rolls-Royce and saw that the huge iron door was cut back and forth by nine swords, and it became riddled with holes in an instant.

The mute slave walked up and kicked him, kicking the door away directly.

The driver swallowed hard: "Even his subordinates are so powerful. How strong should Master Lin be? He is worthy of being a strong man who is afraid of even the Hidden Sect and the Temple of Gods. I just don't know, can he beat the president of Wuqing Association? That's also a top master!"

The noise from the gate immediately alarmed countless people.

The headquarters of the Wuqing Association is built on a mountain, and there is only a building like a gym in the huge courtyard.

At this moment, hundreds of people ran out of the gym, all blocking the road.

"Who are you?" an elderly man shouted: "Do you know where this is? Do you dare to come here to make trouble. Don't you want to live?"

Lin Qiu walked up to the front and sneered: "If I didn't know where I wouldn't come yet. Didn't you realize that I was going to make trouble? What's the use of saying so much nonsense? Call your president out."

The old man snorted coldly: "What are you? Can you see the president just by wanting to see him? Since you know that this is the headquarters of the Wuqing Association, you still dare to come here, it only means that you are looking for death!"

Lin Qiu shook his head: "Wrong, I'm here to send you to death."

He patted the mute slave, who immediately took a step forward, made a terrifying sound from the iron sword, whistling in the air, and directly broke into the hundreds of people.

At the same time, hundreds of invisible sword energy accompanied the iron sword and launched a intensive attack on the crowd.

"Swish swish swish swish"

The sword energy and the flying sword came extremely fast, and it was real, false, and more than 20 Wuqinghui disciples were instantly penetrated by the sword energy, and blood was gushing out of their wounds.

The old man who was talking yelled anxiously: "Distract, this is the sword energy, don't concentrate together."

At the same time, he and the twelve masters swept away the sword energy attacking them and killed the mute slave together.

"Bastard, I've killed you!"

An invisible blade of energy condensed in the old man's hand, falling from the sky towards the mute slave's head.

The mute slave was not panicked, and nine iron swords suddenly flew back and attacked the old man's back.

At the same time, dozens of sword energy formed in front of him, and roared and roared towards the old man.

"Boom boom boom"

The old man's Qi Blade directly cut off all the sword energy blocking him, and the iron sword behind him was jumped and lifted away by more than a dozen companions.

These dozen people were like the same person fighting and cooperating.

A cold light flashed in the mute slave's eyes, and his body quickly retreated, but he could no longer escape the range of the old man's blade.

"Have you escaped? Go and die!" The old man's aura suddenly grew three meters and slashed at the top of the mute slave's head with a bang.

Suddenly, a harsh sound suddenly sounded in the air. The masters of the Wuqing Association did not even have the chance to turn their heads to see. Hundreds of stones hit them hard, and they were smashed and vomited blood and flew out.

The mute slave gasped and turned around and bent down towards Lin Qiu.

"People can integrate multiple people, why can't your sword energy be united?" Lin Qiu scolded: "Next time, your people move, don't stand in place like a wood. Not only the iron sword and sword energy are alive, but you are also alive."

The mute slave is like a humble child, bent even lower.

"Kill!" Lin Qiu said lightly.

The mute slave turned his head, his eyes filled with murderous aura.

The disciples of the Wuqing Association had a strong hatred in their eyes. Someone shouted, and everyone rushed towards the mute slave madman regardless of everything.

"Ah" the mute slave rushed up, and the sword energy was crisscrossing around him. All the Wuqinghui disciples who were approaching him were instantly strangled like they fell into a meat grinder.

When Lin Qiu saw the figure of the mute slave, he finally nodded with satisfaction: "I'm still smart."

More than a dozen Wuqing masters who were knocked down not far away saw this scene and their hearts were bleeding.

"President, President, help me, the disciples are all going to die!" The old man yelled desperately before, and blood kept flowing out along the corners of his mouth.

"Who dares to be wild in my Wuqing!"

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot out from the gym and flew directly towards the mute slave's forehead.

Lin Qiu frowned slightly, and his whole body quickly teleported to the mute slave.

The arrow pierced all the sword energy of the Yanu, and the sharp edge made his forehead hurt.

"Bang"

Lin Qiu suddenly grabbed the feather arrow, and the tail trembled violently in the air.

The mute slave was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. The arrow came too quickly, and he only realized when he was close.

If it weren't for Lin Qiu, he would have died at this moment.

Lin Qiu looked up and saw a man wearing half armor and a quiver hanging on his waist standing in front of the gym gate.
Chapter completed!