Chapter 553

When we talk about Pingyang City, we all know that the Jiang family in Pingyang city is a famous Lingshi family. There are many experts in the family. Young Linghai strongmen emerge in endlessly. Even Nanyang sect, the first sect in Tongzhou, attaches great importance to the Jiang family.

But although Lin Xuan was in the Jiang family, he was a master.

The young people in the Jiang family, who are 17 or 18 years old, are already masters of lingchi and even Lingtao realm when they are 20 years old. Among them, there are several gifted people, who are in their early twenties and have already reached the realm of Linghai!

But Lin Xuan, the only one, has tried all the skills in the clan, but he still begins to practice. In a flash, he has been a man for 25 years. He has no idea what a spiritual state is.

Many people secretly say that Lin Xuan is indeed a picked up waste, which is a disgrace to the reputation of the Jiang family.

Lin Xuan didn't care. Over the years, he was almost used to it.

After saying goodbye to the medicine farmers, Lin Xuan simply continued to paint his paintings, and he had a good life. He was teaching the children to read and write in a private school with a foreign teacher.

Lin Xuan was young, but he was very open-minded, but not everyone was as open-minded as he was... A moment later, the sun had risen completely, and Lin Xuan's painting was finished. When the ink was dry, he could put it away and take it back for mounting.

After finishing the painting, Lin Xuan looked at the picture with satisfaction. Just as it happened, there was a noise on the mountain road. Seven or eight young people in the service of the Jiang family walked towards him.

"Oh, great painter, you are here. It's easy for me to find you."

The people of the Jiang family had just come near. The first one, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, came up with his hands around his chest and looked at Lin Xuan with a strange smile.

Lin Xuan frowned, as if looking at a group of flies looking at this group of people, silent.

The first speaker is Jiang Yuan, the sixth member of the Jiang family. He is not his own son, but he is also in a high position. He is usually a cheap guy. Lin Xuan always keeps away from him, and he doesn't want to worry about this young man. He didn't expect that this guy came to visit him.

Jiang Yuan walked to Lin Xuan in three or two steps. He kicked the ink that Lin Xuan had put on the ground at the tip of his foot. Then he just made a face of surprise and said: "Yo Yo, I didn't see it. Come on, come on, take up our great painter's paintings and don't get dirty."

As he said this, Jiang Yuan summoned some of his followers to rush up and grabbed Fang Xugang's painting. One of them, obviously on purpose, fell down on the ground with his left foot mixed with his right. The paper in his hand was torn. It's a pity that this excellent picture of sunrise in the East.

Now the East is gone, there are only days left.

"Tut, it's useless! Get out of the way

Jiang Yuan frowned and stepped forward to put the little brother aside. His finger pinched the pieces of paper on the ground like a finger picked out from a garbage heap and smacked his lips.

"Too bad, too bad."

Lin Xuanwei squinted at Jiang Yuan and clenched his teeth, which made his face look very stiff.

He took a deep breath and asked in a calm voice as much as possible, "Jiang Yuan, just say what you want and ask me to copy for you, right? Yes, give me the book. "

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand to Jiang Yuan, but what he didn't expect was that what Jiang Yuan handed over was not the poems and books that he was punished to copy on weekdays, but a fist, a heavy fist with a yellowish light!

This fist hit Lin Xuan's stomach directly, just like a hammer on his body. Lin Xuan felt the acid water in his stomach rush up his throat instantly, and his whole body rolled out and fell heavily on the ground!

The pain made Lin Xuan almost breathless, and his hands and feet twitched unconsciously. This river is already in the realm of Lingtao. If he punches down, it's not that he's an ordinary man who has no accomplishments, but that the thick bluestone board has been pierced! It's simply that Jiang Yuan has kept a lot of things, and he knows that he can't make people die casually. This is what makes Lin Xuan not too miserable.

Otherwise, Lingtao masters are inferior to ordinary people. The result is that... "What's the matter, great painter? How can a man praised by his master fall down when he touches you lightly? "

Jiang Yuan's face showed a kind of fierce smile. He broke his fist and walked slowly towards Lin Xuan. He grabbed Lin Xuan's collar and lifted him up.

"Boy, you can do it. You don't have the talent to practice fart, but the master takes you as a genius and sends you to Pingyang mound to see what, jinqiuzi. Tell me, what wonderful methods have you learned? Show us your hand? "

As soon as his voice fell, Jiang Yuan slapped Lin Xuan in the face again, which made him feel dizzy. His mouth seemed to be broken, and his mouth smelled of rust.

"It's none of your business..."

Lin Xuan suddenly sneered, tilted his head, pulled the bloody corners of his mouth, and looked at Jiang Yuan with a kind of ironic eyes.

This kind of vision obviously made Jiang Yuan's anger in his chest even worse. He pressed Lin Xuan on the ground with his arm and waved his hand. Several younger brothers pressed Lin Xuan with four hands and four feet.

Jiang Yuan put his hand into Lin Xuan's skirt, took out the picture book he had with him, opened a page and handed it to Lin Xuan. He put on a posture of tearing it up and looked at Lin Xuan with a sneer.

Do you want your book or your hand

As he said this, Jiang Yuan waved to his little brother and took over a wooden stick with thick arms.

"If you want a book, I'll break your hand. If you want a hand, I'll tear your book. Choose it and tell me."

Jiang Yuan takes the stick in his hand and knocks on Lin Xuan's face. It doesn't help that Lin Xuan struggles and is held down by four people.

"Give me the book back!"

Lin Xuan almost squeezed these words out of his teeth. His face was pressed on the ground and grinned, which made his face rub on the ground continuously. The whole side of his face was in pain!

"Books? That means no hands? that 's ok! There is seed

Jiang Yuan gives Lin Xuan a thumbs up. Even if he stands up, he goes to his right hand with the stick in his hand. The guy who holds Lin Xuan firmly presses him flat and tramples on his feet. He breaks off his palm and spreads it on the ground. His face is fierce. Lin Xuan's struggle makes them more and more excited!