"The three of you, Lin Tao, I'll be waiting for you here in ten days." After saying that, Wang Lin floated backwards, turning into a Changhong and disappearing in a flash.
Lin Tao hurriedly said that he must talk to his cousin carefully after he went back secretly.
Yang Xiong's cold sweat had soaked through his clothes, and the breeze blew, he couldn't help but shiver, a little bit of chill emerged from the bottom of his heart, the moment he was just there, he knew that he was going around the ghost gate.
Zhou Zihong glanced at Yang Xiong plainly, then turned and left.
Wang Lin flew aimlessly in mid-air, pondering in his heart. After a while, his eyes flickered, and he secretly said that this temple of war could not go to anything he said. Let’s not talk about whether Zhou, Yang, and Lin had any conspiracy. It's the secret of seizing the house by oneself, and can't hide it in front of Yuan Yingqi.
It is even very possible that the ancestor of the Yuan Ying Stage of the Temple of War God has long known about his own looting through clues. Thinking of this, he was shocked suddenly, his face suddenly became gloomy, his speed increased sharply, and he galloped away.
Wang Lin had also considered this guess before, but the performance of the three of Yang Xiong made him more certain.
During the flight, a gentle female voice suddenly rang in Wang Lin's ears: "Little friend, return the soul blood of the disciples of the palace, okay?" The voice was round and beautiful, and it was extremely pleasing to the ears.
Wang Lin stopped suddenly, and in front of him, the clouds and mist turned into a charming woman, walking towards him.
The woman walks lightly, with rustling shanshan, wearing a sky blue palace dress, part of the hem is overlapped with triangular jade ornaments, a skirt is tied around her waist, and many long streamers extend from under the skirt. Wearing this palace dress on the young woman, an agile and elegant temperament emerged spontaneously.
The woman looks very beautiful. The color is like the morning glow and the snow.
Following the woman's advance. Wang Lin stepped back, keeping a certain distance from the opponent, while touching the storage bag with his right hand. Looking at each other coldly.
Wang Lin looked as usual. However, she was wary of twelve minutes in her heart, and the woman's cultivation skills were unfathomable. Obviously a master at Yuanying stage.
"Senior's disciple. What's your name?" Wang Lin said intently looking at the woman.
"The disciple of the palace. His name is Zhou Zihong." A gentle smile appeared on the face of the young woman Yu. The voice replied softly.
Wang Lin nodded very simply. Decisively said: "Okay. After the junior has left thousands of miles, the soul blood will be given out. Otherwise, even if the senior takes the shot, the soul blood that the junior must fight to dissipate."
The young woman glanced at Wang Lin and said: "You don’t need to be nervous, my palace has heard about you from Zihong. The reason why the three of them can return to the Temple of War safely. Thanks to your help. That’s all. , You can get past Ma Liangduoshe and leave it alone. You save Zihong alone. This palace can forget all the trivial matters."
Wang Lin was taken aback and looked at the young woman intently. From the other side's expression, he didn't seem to be false. He was silent for a little while and said, "Senior, don't be surprised, let's wait for the younger generation to travel thousands of miles before returning the soul and blood."
The young woman lifted her head, revealing a stunning face that made her heart throbbing, and shook her head and smiled: "Qianli... I'll call you a good horse, Ma Liang, Qianli is just a few breaths for this palace. If this palace wants to To kill you, unless you can escape for thousands of miles, otherwise. It will have no effect. Forget it, if you insist. Then go."
Without saying anything, Wang Lin turned into a Changhong and walked away through the air. Half an hour later, he already flew three thousand miles away and fell into a volcanic crater. He took a deep breath and adjusted the spiritual power in his body. After a few words, he clicked the center of his brow with his left hand, a bright white spot, from His brows came out.
Wang Lin didn't even look at it, his body flew up again, and quickly fleeed into the air. Along the way, he was guessing whether what the young woman said was true or not, but in any case, it was unwise for Wang Lin to offend a master of the Nascent Soul Stage for the sake of a soul blood.
Therefore, Wang Lin did not hesitate to return Zhou Zihong's soul blood.
A few minutes later, on the crater where Zhou Zihong's soul blood was released, the figure of a young woman suddenly appeared. When she peeked at her right hand, the spot of Zhou Zihong's soul blood immediately floated to her hand.
The woman looked at the light spots with a look of love and pity on her face. After carefully putting it away, she raised her head to look at the direction Wang Lin was walking away, and whispered to herself softly: "It's because you saved Hong'er and returned your essence and blood happily. Come on, I'll help you stop the matter of robbing the house."
For two days, Wang Lin had been flying except for some necessary rest. Because the young woman never showed up again, Wang Lin's sigh of relief was finally relieved. Suddenly he condensed his eyes, staring at the ground not far away.
At this moment, several sword lights flew from a distance. When they saw Wang Lin, they immediately changed their directions. As they approached, only seven or eight young people quickly fell around Wang Lin, all of them looking badly. Xiang Wanglin.
Among these people, the most conspicuous is the current man. The man's face is as white as jade, with a handsome appearance. He has reached the stage of foundation construction and has entered the realm of false pill. The flying sword with fluctuating power, the whole person looks quite famous.
Beside him, following a woman in red, the woman's long frowns are reduced to green, the thin green is reduced to red, her elegant and refined face is slightly pale, and her pitiful color makes her heart beating. It can be described as red lips and plain teeth, and green hair and crests.
At this time, the young man stared at Wang Lin, and said softly to the woman beside him: "Wan'er, is that him?"
The woman looked at Wang Lin, smiled apologetically, and whispered to the man softly: "Brother, it's not him. Although the man is good at disguising, it is impossible for him to transform the temperament of this young man."
The cold in the young man’s eyes melted, and he held his fist at Wang Lin, and said in a sincere voice: "No wonder Daoist friend Li Qiqing at the Lower Luohe Gate, and he looked at Daoist friend Haihan abruptly."
Wang Lin's expression was calm and unhurried from beginning to end. After hearing the young man's words, he said flatly: "It's okay, since it's a misunderstanding, how can Wang worry about it."
Li Qiqing laughed and said, "Presumably fellow Taoists are also attending the Xigufang City Conference. You may still meet at that time. There are still important things to do today, so don't pass it."
Finished. He clasped his fists again, pulling the woman behind him, together with the seven people from four to six, stepping away on their swords.
After they left, Wang Lin glanced at the ground and flew away without saying anything. After a while, his brows were slightly frowned. With one shot of the storage bag, the iron piece immediately flew out and hit the ground.
The iron piece was extremely fast, and it slammed into the ground in an instant, and with a bang, a bewildered figure emerged from the twenty meters of mud.
This person looks very ordinary, but with a clever air in his eyes, he waved his hand again and again at this time. He shouted loudly: "Daoist, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." After speaking, he quickly looked around, got up and leaped, and a flying sword appeared under his feet, supporting him to fly in front of Wang Lin.
"Friends of Dao. Youcai in the next grandson. This is a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to follow you. I was really helpless. The nasty girl at Luohe Gate was making trouble for me, and I couldn't beat it. I can only hide, and they are still looking for it now. As for me, follow you, then Li Qiqing won't search here again."
Wang Lin glanced at him, ignored it, and flew forward.
Sun Youcai hurriedly followed, playing tricks and asked again: "Friend of Daoist, which school do you belong to, I am a disciple of the Evil Demon Sect."
Wang Lin frowned slightly and said nothing. Just speed up the spiritual urge. The speed increased abruptly, and Sun Youcai soon fell. Sun Youcai glanced at Wang Lin. I sneered in my heart, but looked as usual on the surface. He slapped his legs, rushed to chase him, and in a blink of an eye he was next to Wang Lin again, and he continued: "Daoist, what happened just now is really sorry, I blame that girl, alas, friend. , Are you planning to go to Xigufang City? How about you and me? I have many acquaintances in Xigu, and I can get everything. Even some of Zhou’s female furnace dings during the condensation period, I have access. I bought it."
"Fast speed!" Wang Lin moved in his heart, turned around and looked at him, and suddenly smiled. Sun Youcai saw this smile in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little frightened. This feeling was fleeting, and Sun Youcai shook his head. In his head, my heart secretly said that the other party was just a monk in the middle of the foundation building. With his own cultivation base in the later stage of the foundation building, it is impossible to miss. Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Friends, what do you think?"
The sarcasm flashed from the bottom of Wang Lin's heart, and he said decisively: "Okay, then there is Brother Lao Sun."
Sun Youcai was slightly startled. I didn’t expect Wang Lin to agree so happy. There were still a lot of words left in his stomach, but he reacted very quickly and immediately nodded with a smile: “It’s okay. Enemy first, this matter is on my body, fellow Daoist, what do you call it?"
"My name is Ma Liang, and I am a disciple of the Temple of War God." Wang Lin smiled, but this smile seemed to be simple in Sun Youcai's eyes. As for the specific charm, only Wang Lin himself knew.
Sun Youcai smiled, and after looking around, he whispered: "Brother Ma, I heard that there is a peerless beauty in your God of War Temple called Zhou Ziwei. Our Young Sovereign was overwhelmed after seeing it half a year ago. , Since you are a disciple of the Temple of War God, you must have seen her? How does it look, how beautiful is it?"
Wang Lin was startled and said, "Zhou Ziwei? You are talking about Zhou Zihong, Senior Sister Zhou, right?"
Sun Youcai suddenly patted his forehead and smiled: "Look at my memory, yes, it's Zhou Zihong, how is she, how is she?"
Wang Lin nodded and said, "Senior Sister Zhou is indeed beautiful, but she has a cold temperament. I haven't seen it a few times."