Wang Lin indifferently glanced at the man in the blue shirt. This man was in the middle stage of purifying nirvana. Although his appearance was handsome, his brows were gloomy. The two companions behind him were all monks in the early stage of pursuing nirvana. The position of the station also has some clues.
The two of them had already dispersed when the man in the green shirt was talking, and surrounded Wang Lin in the middle.
It's just that as Wang Lin looked at it, except for the look of the man in the blue shirt that remained unchanged as usual, the pupils of the other two monks in the early stage of Jingni had contracted, revealing tension and fear.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the man in the blue shirt. He walked to the stall of the old man sitting on the floor not far away. The middle-aged man who had just bargained with the old man had already stepped aside, not only him, but some monks around him. They all saw the subtlety of this place, and they scattered their positions one after another.
The old man in this stall looked calm, his eyes rolled, and he swept towards Wang Lin who was walking.
"How many Daoist Yuanjing?" Wang Lin asked casually. His eyes swept calmly over a jade pendant on the waist of the old man sitting cross-legged.
"Not many, only one, but the old man only wants immortal jade, no other items." The old man twitched his face and smiled.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his lips moved slightly, and his words passed into the old man's mind.
The old man was taken aback, looked at Wang Lin for a long time, revealing a look of uncertainty.
Wang Lin grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately there was a storage crack in front of him. He reached out and took out a storage bag. Although Monk Jingni said that he did not need a storage bag, he would often choose this item out of concealment when trading.
After erasing the divine sense from the storage bag, and facing the old man, Wang Lin calmly said, "This is a deposit."
The old man took the storage bag, swept away his consciousness carefully, and gave Wang Lin a deep look. After a moment of silence, he stood up and closed the booth, and said in a deep voice, "I will go to you in three days. "After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but he paused, and looked back at Wang Lin, a trace of divine thought came out.
"Father Daoist act decisively. Old man Ouyang Long, make you a friend! Yang Yu, the man in the blue shirt, is the third disciple of the sixth-order Demon Cong Dao master, and the Daoist should handle it carefully."
The old man hurried away when he heard divine thoughts, without asking how to contact Wang Lin, and Wang Lin did not ask about this.
The voice transmission between Wang Lin and the old man could not be heard by others. Yang Yu, the man in the blue shirt, saw Wang Lin for a short time, and made the old man who set up the stall to leave quickly, and he couldn't help being more cautious in his heart.
As for the two monks who surrounded Wang Lin faintly next to him, they were even more nervous.
"Your Excellency is so big, you haven't answered Yang's words yet!" Yang Yu flashed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Let your sire come out and talk to me." Wang Lin's expression was as usual, but the words were gloomy and cold, especially when they fell in the ears of the three, it was like a rumbling.
The complexion of the two scattered monks in the early stage of Jingni changed drastically. Yang Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to speak.
But at this moment, Wang Lin moved, and he took one step forward, as fast as lightning. In a flash, he came to the monk on the left. The monk was always vigilant. At this moment, he quickly stepped back and pushed forward with his right hand. Suddenly, there was a fragrance of flowers permeating, and there was a huge red color in front of the monk. The flower turned, the flower was more than ten feet high, the flower heart stretched out, but it was full of sharp teeth, and went straight to Wang Lin to swallow it.
Wang Lin's expression remained the same, he did not retreat but moved forward, and his whole person suddenly disappeared without a shadow in one step. The moment the flower swallowed, Wang Lin appeared behind the monk, and his two-finger sword struck him like lightning. Back heart.
With a muffled rumbling, the monk immediately paled, blood spurted out, the flowers in front of him collapsed, and his whole body fell on the ground with a thud like a broken kite, knocking over a monk's booth.
At this moment, the monk on the right slammed backwards, and under a wave of his right hand, seven flying swords turned into substance, and they rushed towards Wang Lin whistling. Wang Lin turned his head abruptly, his eyes showed a strange glow, and he uttered a word!
"road!"
His eyes changed abruptly, but his left eye was like a hazy illusion, and his right eye was like an electric light galloping across the ground. These two completely different gazes were directly printed in the monk's eyes like a sharp sword.
The monk trembled suddenly, and the flying sword in front of him immediately became uncontrollable. His eyes were blank, his heart beating faster, as if he had entered a nightmare, he would never be able to escape, and a lot of hallucinations appeared in front of him, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the monk's eyes were red, as if going crazy, he screamed while holding his head. This scene immediately caused everyone to take a breath.
All of this was extremely fast, and it was almost finished in the light and flint room. The two monks Wang Lin didn't kill them, but they were obviously abandoned.
Li Qianmei looked at all of this, her eyes brightened. This was the first time she had seen Wang Lin shoot directly, as clean and neat as flowing water.
Yang Yu's face was pale, watching Wang Lin's whole body fall silent, the screams of the same door echoed in his ears, as if torn his mind. At this moment, Wang Lin turned his head and looked at Yang Yu with a calm expression, as if the previous scene was nothing more than crushing the ants to him, especially the sarcasm and coldness in his eyes, which made Yang Yu's mind shake. .
Wang Lin slowly walked towards Yang Yu. Step by step.
On that day, Lu Yun used the power of heaven and earth for his own use, using artistic conception to suppress others. Although he collapsed in front of Wang Lin, this method was an application of artistic conception. Based on Wang Lin's understanding of Tao, he quickly explored it. Came out and became one of his own supernatural powers.
At this moment, I walked step by step, and every step down was stepping on Yang Yu's heartbeat. In this way, I felt it in Yang Yu. Every step of Wang Lin made a thumping sound, and the short distance of more than ten steps made Yang Yu's complexion paler.
In Yang Yu’s eyes, Wang Lin rose infinitely tall and rumbling down like a mountain. But Yang Yu didn’t retreat, with blue veins bulging on his face, staring at Wang Lin firmly, struggling with a low growl. The clothes swelled like the wind, and the hair was windless, but it was no longer the elegant and handsome before.
Wang Lin hummed coldly, his footsteps were already fused with Yang Yu's heartbeat, regardless of each other, and were completely controlled by Wang Lin's artistic conception. As he walked forward, Wang Lin lifted his right foot and was about to fall, but he did not. Without stepping on the ground, but falling into the void, dragged by Wang Lin's artistic conception, Yang Yu's heart should have been beating at this moment, but it suddenly stopped.
At this moment, Wang Lin stepped forward, his speed suddenly increased, but he took three steps in a row at an extremely fast speed!
Bang, bang, bang!
At the moment of three steps down, Yang Yu only felt as if a heavy hammer was slammed into his chest, and three times in a row, his body was shaken, his complexion instantly became sickly ruddy, a mouthful of blood spurted, and he could no longer resist the king. Lin's mood was overwhelming, and he couldn't help receding back.
But he just quit one step, he immediately vomited blood again, and then took a few steps back to stabilize his body, his face was ruddy and pale. The color of confusion and struggle was even more revealing in his eyes, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
In his mind, a scene of illusion appeared at this moment. The illusory scenes are precisely because of his own countless stern ways of death and the tragic deaths of his fellow masters and dear family members around him. He knew it was false, but he couldn’t distinguish clearly. These illusory scenes were like memories, deeply Engraved in his mind, the more real it becomes.
Yang Yu trembled violently, holding his head but not screaming, he was struggling all the time, and gradually became less clear in his eyes, and more and more chaotic.
Seeing to be completely lost in the illusory truth and falsehood, Yang Yu kept stepping back, crying for help.
"Uncle Master, save me!!"
At the moment his voice sounded, a blue shadow flashed suddenly and appeared directly beside Yang Yu. The index finger of his right hand was a little bit cruelly between his eyebrows, and Yang Yu's body trembled immediately, and there was a popping sound in his body. But the blood mist dispersed, and the whole person fell to the ground and passed out into a coma.
This Qing Ying didn't stop, and even appeared beside another disciple in a flash, following the same method, making the monk who had been screaming unconscious.
Qing Ying returned to Yang Yu in a flash, revealing his figure. It was an old man with gray hair and piercing eagle eyes.
"You are looking for me, what's the matter!" Wang Lin looked calm and looked at the old man.
The old man didn’t show the slightest joy or anger. He looked at Wang Lin for a while, laughed, clasped his fist and said: "Friend Lu Daoist is very intelligent, the old man has a reason, and he was reckless before. apologize."
Wang Lin calmly glanced at the old man, then he nodded for a moment. Wang Lin's mind has become a demon. As soon as Yang Yugang appeared before, he saw that Yang Yu clearly saw himself in the crowd, and then recounted the old with Li Qianmei.
He could even see that even though Yang Yu's expressions were as usual as there were no flaws in the old days, the tension between the two fellows beside him was not hidden too well, and Wang Lin was clearly aware of it.
It's nothing more than that, but Yang Yu pointed the finger at himself in a few words, using his cultivation base, and doing so was a bit too artificial.
After seeing the clues, coupled with the reminder of the old man Ouyang Long, Wang Lin had a bright mirror in his heart. This Yang Yu was for himself. He had only dealt with Mo Cong Dao once, and that was Zhao Yu. When going to Morro Continent. But Wang Lin was guessing, he didn't know if the other party tried to test his own cultivation base because of Zhao Yu's affairs, or... a flaw in the wild continent.
But in any case, the monastic world respects the strong and shows some cultivation skills appropriately. Not only can it be a shock, but it can also be respected, and it will have the qualifications to talk. In this lightning and flint, Wang Lin had already made a decision, so the shot was a thunderous blow.
When the old man said "Friend Lu" after he appeared, Wang Lin's heart became clearer.
After all, the time for Li Qianmei to practice the Taoism is short, and there is no experience of Wang Lin's life reading and the experience of fighting wits with many old monsters. He has not seen these difficult to detect flaws before, until Wang Lin said it, let Yang Yu The adult from before came to speak, flashing through his brain, and saw the clues.
"This person's mind... is even more terrifying than the cultivation base!!" Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin, shocked.