Liu San suddenly turned his head, gritted his teeth and said, "You really are a spy!"
Yang Sen looked angry, staring at Wang Lin, clenching his fists. As for the black-faced man, his eyes shrank, he saw that Wang Lin's method of holding the brocade box just now was not like a mortal.
The middle-aged scholar was also taken aback, glanced at Wang Lin complicatedly, and sighed.
"Bold!" Song Xing's expression changed, and he yelled. Immediately afterwards, he jumped up, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Wang Lin's head with his right hand in a grasping shape.
Song Xing's move immediately made Liu San and the others confused. Liu San hesitated and did not stop them. As for Yang Sen and others, they all stepped back and gave up Wang Lin's figure.
Without lifting his eyes, Wang Lin opened the brocade box and saw a thin ginseng with very small branches inside. The ginseng branches were extremely small, but the beards were extremely thin. A piece of yellow paper was attached to it. Cover the aura of ginseng.
At this moment Song Xing was approaching, he was about to break Wang Lin's neck with a smirk, and suddenly his body trembled, as if being grasped by an invisible big hand, his body was thrown back heavily, and he fell to the ground for a long time. Get up.
Everyone was stunned by the weird scene before him. Wang Lin didn't tear off the yellow paper on the ginseng. After looking at it for a few times, he sighed and said leisurely: "I see an old friend, don't you come out to meet? "
A rustle sounded, and from the jungle not far away, the cold young man slowly walked out. There seemed to be an invisible air current outside his body, and the people in black who were standing on the periphery were pushed away by this force. In addition, the three fireballs floating in the air also quickly returned to the youth, spinning around his body.
When the people in black saw this young man, they respectfully said, "See the master."
The grim young man didn't even look at Song Xing, who was vomiting blood beside him. Instead, he stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice, "The person I know hasn't changed in ten years. Who are you?"
Wang Lin looked at the young man without speaking, and took out a yellow paper from his storage bag.
When the cold youth looked at the yellow paper, his expression immediately changed. He looked at Wang Lin carefully, frowned and said, "What is this, I don't know, friend, give me that ginseng. This thing is very useful to me. ."
Wang Lin was taken aback, took a deep look at the other party, a bit of doubt arose in his heart, he swept away his consciousness, and suddenly found something strange in the air, he sneered in his heart, threw the ginseng in his hand, and said, "Nothing. , Wang admitted the wrong person."
The complex color flashed in the young man’s eyes, caught the ginseng, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, goodbye!" After he said, he turned and was about to leave, suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky, and the strange wind immediately turned up when the dark cloud appeared. , The blowing of the mighty Escort, everyone backed back again and again.
The dark cloud moved at this time and dropped rapidly, and the strange wind became more and more violent. A middle-aged man in a white coat appeared from the dark cloud, stepping on the strange wind and descending from the sky.
As soon as he appeared, a escort guard snorted, and his body exploded into a blood mist. At the same time, all the bodies of several guards exploded and turned into blood mist.
These blood mists squirmed strangely in mid-air, and quickly condensed together, forming a gleaming golden blood drop.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth and swallowed the blood beads immediately. His face was slightly ruddy, he touched the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with strange light, and said, "Zhang Hu, since I have met an acquaintance, why don't you dare to recognize each other?"
Zhang Hu's face twitched, and he respectfully said, "Master, the disciple doesn't know this person."
Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his consciousness swept away, and his heart was shocked. This middle-aged man had already reached the fifteenth level of Dzogchen in the condensing period.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin: "This fellow Taoist, do you know me as a disciple?"
Wang Lin calmly said: "Whatever you know, so what if you don't know."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, looked at Wang Lin carefully, and suddenly smiled: "It doesn't make a difference, the eighth level of the qi condensation phase, drinking your blood, I should be able to increase a lot of cultivation."
Zhang Hu's expression changed, and he stopped in front of the middle-aged man, and said quickly: "Master, this person is my childhood friend, please... please let him go."
A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he said gloomily: "Go away, get me the blood essence of the mortals below, there is nothing you do here."
Zhang Hu was about to speak. The middle-aged man sneered and uttered a complex and difficult word. Zhang Hu's face was bloodless, his whole body convulsed, his orifices were bleeding, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and his gravitational heart moved at will. It turned into a big hand and grabbed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, and he let out a green light from his mouth. The green light flashed and turned into one. Cut the small sword to the big hand fiercely.
Wang Lin's gravitation technique had been refined to the point of perfection, and he immediately split from one to two. One of them turned the direction and grabbed Zhang Hu, and the other grabbed the flying sword.
The little green sword quivered immediately, and the flickering light flickered. The middle-aged man's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly took out a black scabbard from his storage bag, and immediately threw it out without saying a word, changing his hands to make a few red lights.
As soon as the scabbard came out, the small green sword that was grasped by the gravitational technique immediately shook, and it disappeared instantly.
Wang Lin's face was as usual, but his heart was shaken. This was the first time that gravitation had failed. A cold light flashed in his eyes, he slapped his storage bag, and suddenly several black wooden sticks flew out. As soon as these wooden sticks appeared, immediately Connected to each other to form a whip snake, which flies out like lightning.
"Wang Lin, this flying sword is weird!" Situ Nan's voice sounded in Wang Lin's ears.
As soon as the flying sword entered the scabbard, it made a buzzing sound, as if it had received great resistance. After it sank to one-fifth of the position, it could no longer be entered. Suddenly the color of the flying sword changed from green. It turned blue and flew out of the scabbard fiercely, cutting a sword on the whip snake that was rushing forward.
This whip snake was obtained by Wang Lin from Sun Dazhu. During the retreat, he researched it and refined it into his own under the guidance of Situ Nan. Although Sun Dazhu said that his cultivation level is not high, he is Hengyue's elder photographed after all, and there are many things in his storage bag.
Wang Lin controlled the whip snake to turn, jumped over the flying sword to attack, and went straight to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sneered and didn't care about the whip snake. He kept flying the sword with one hand and murmured a word in his mouth. The flying sword trembled and disappeared again strangely.
The middle-aged man grinned and opened his mouth to spit out a golden blood bead. As soon as the bead appeared, it immediately turned into golden threads and plunged into the flying sword.