In the northern region of Luotian Star Territory, a long rainbow galloped, and the sound of vicissitudes of life came from it.
"Mei'er, here is the hometown of your teacher, and it is also where you will practice in the future. If you calculate carefully, you haven't come back as a teacher for thousands of years. If it weren't for the Luo Tianshi left by my ancestor of the Huan Family, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a teacher. It's so easy to bring you here."
There is also a woman in Changhong, who lightly clicked her head, and looked at this strange star field, without any belonging in her heart.
"The glass-like place in front is the Thousand Phantom Star. This star is one of the five main stars of the Northern Territory, and it is also the home of the teacher family. Meier, my Luotian Star Territory family pays attention to blood. If there is no family blood, you cannot practice high-level skills Fa, even more unable to obtain the asylum of the family, from now on, in addition to the status of master and apprentice, you are my righteous daughter. After returning to Thousand Fantasy Stars, I will perform the blood exchange Dafa for you and let you be in your blood. Contains the blood of my fantasy family. From then on, your name is not Liumei, but Huamei! You can agree!"
The old man's eyes were piercing, and he looked at the woman with expectation in his eyes. He was extremely satisfied with this disciple, and didn't want to be fettered by the inherent thoughts of Luo Tian Star Territory, but if there was no blood, Liu Mei would have no identity. That's why he didn't hesitate to perform the blood exchange Dafa that was rarely used, and personally exchanged blood for this disciple.
The woman was silent. The teacher mentioned this question while on the road. She pondered for a moment, nodded and said softly, "Everything will be arranged by the master."
The old man laughed and was quite happy, and said, "Brow, the old man will train you to become a great monk who has entered the second step, even surpassing the old man's nirvana period!"
Changhong was swift, leaving only the reverberation of laughter, and went straight to the dazzling thousand phantom star ahead.
The woman looked at the thousand fantasy stars and said silently in her heart: "Luo Tian's trip is my new life... Everything about Wang Lin and Vermilion Star has disappeared. With that Wang Lin's qualifications, I am afraid that she has not yet aspired to the title at this moment. Whether he can survive the life and death level is still a matter of two. The gap between me and him has been opened invisibly, and this gap will get bigger and bigger. He is no longer worthy of being called my opponent. Unfortunately, the special magic weapon prepared for him is useless."
The woman took a deep breath, remembering that special magic weapon, a piercing pain flashed in her eyes, but immediately, the pain was replaced by indifference.
"At this moment, he is afraid that he is still on the Vermilion Star. He and I... are no longer of the same level."
Changhong entered Thousand Fantasy Stars and disappeared.
In Ran Yunxing, Wang Lin was surrounded by many celestial jade, slowly being absorbed by him. After seven days passed, he opened his eyes, and the electric light wandered in his eyes, which was extremely strange.
Taking a deep breath, swallowing all the remaining fairy qi, Wang Lin seemed to have checked as the surrounding celestial jade turned into pieces. He raised his head and glanced outside, stood up, stepped out, and walked out.
The young man who had been meditating on the rocks in the north of the city, breathed out a deep breath, the white air dragon spread out from the person's nose, surrounded the body, and gradually dissipated.
He opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself: "I have poor aptitude, and I can make up for it with diligence. One day, I can reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."
At this moment, he suddenly frowned, and a person walked in front of him. This person had black hair scattered, wearing a purple robe, without any ornaments.
This person seems to be about 30 years old, and there is a fierce spirit in his appearance, which is extraordinary. He stood there, as if the whole person was immersed in the surrounding environment, unable to distinguish each other.
At this moment, this person had his hands on his back and his eyes fell on the entrance, as if waiting for something.
Perceiving the gaze of the young man under the rock, this person turned his head, glanced briefly, and ignored it.
The young man under the rock frowned more tightly. He couldn't see through the cultivation of the person in front of him, but he had a feeling that he must not provoke this person. In this person, there is a crisis from the soul.
The light flickered at the entrance, and one person walked out, it was Wang Lin.
The moment his figure appeared, the person in purple clothes in front of him immediately cast his gaze, and in his gaze, a dazzling power descended on Wang Lin.
An intent to fight was vaguely revealed from the purple-clothed man, but he was forcibly suppressed, and no one except Wang Lin could detect it.
The young people under the rocks just felt that the surrounding climate had suddenly cooled down, as if they were in a cold winter. His heart jumped and he vaguely felt bad. After seeing Wang Lin walk out, he immediately said, "Go back!"
Wang Lin was startled and looked at the young man under the rock.
The young man stood up with his large clothes on him. It was very uncoordinated, but the young man looked serious at the moment. After a few steps, he came to the entrance formation and said anxiously: "What are you doing in a daze. Go back," That person must be bothering you. I am in charge of the house here, so I want to keep you safe."
While talking, he patted his storage bag, and there was a jade slip in his hand.
Wang Lin took a close look at the young man and said, "You are not his opponent."
The young man frowned again, pinched the jade slip, and said, "You don't need to worry about this. If you insist on coming out, I won't care about it!"
Wang Lin dumbly, stepped back two steps, and stood at the formation. The young man immediately came to Wang Lin, looked at the purple-clothed man in front, and said loudly, "Senior, this place is my grandson's house. I wonder what's the matter with Senior?"
The purple-clothed man was also startled. The fighting spirit on his body immediately disappeared, his eyes showed interest, he looked at the young man carefully, and said with a smile: "What's your name?"
The young man's expression was stagnant, and he said, "Junior Sun Ling."
The purple-clothed man nodded and said, "You have done your job very well, that's good! You can retreat. I am looking for the person behind you."
The youth changed his expression and said, "Senior, if he leaves this house, the junior will never take care of this matter, but since he is still here, it is a matter for the junior."
The purple-clothed man frowned, glanced at the young man coldly, and then leaped his eyes to look at Wang Lin.
At a glance, Sun Ling immediately trembled, he was at this moment. Suddenly, there was a feeling that the one standing in front of me was not a monk, but an ancient beast. That glance was a warning. It seemed that if I said more and didn't let go, I would immediately be born by the ancient beast. Torn.
Wang Lin's expression remained calm as usual, and he ignored the man's gaze, just looking at the back of Yuan Ying who was still standing in front of him, even though Yuan Ying was trembling, and fell silent.
Sun Ling took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, as long as he doesn't step out, I will be responsible for his safety... Besides, he is just a pill-forming monk, senior..."
The purple-clothed man frowned, and as he was rebutted many times, he immediately became displeased.
"You, retire..."
However, before the purple-clothed man could finish speaking, Wang Lin spoke at the moment his words began.
"enough."
Wang Lin looked as usual, and stepped out of the entrance formation.
The moment he came out, Sun Ling immediately said: "Why did you come out, go back!"
With that said, he was about to smash the jade slip in his hand. This jade slip was a letter.
Wang Lin turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "It doesn't matter."
After speaking, Wang Lin stepped towards the purple-clothed man, a cloud of blue mist appeared out of thin air, filled the surroundings, blocking Sun Ling's gaze.
The distance between Wang Lin and the purple-clothed man was about thirty steps, his expression was extremely calm, and he walked towards each other. The purple-clothed man looked at ease at first, but as Wang Lin kept getting closer, he immediately felt a pressure from Wang Lin.
This pressure was very strong, and it almost reached the peak when Wang Lin was only ten steps away from him.
The purple-clothed man's complexion changed slightly, his eyes burst into sharp light, staring at Wang Lin, he did not back off, but forcibly stopped.
Wang Lin didn't stop and took another step. This step fell in the eyes of the purple-clothed man, as if Ben Lei exploded in his mind, as if this step was not on the ground, but on his mind.
The man couldn't help but stepped back.
Step back, step back!
Wang Lin took eight steps in a row. At each step, countless rumbling thunders echoed in the purple-clothed man's heart, and as they stepped out, they seemed to be superimposed, forming a storm roaring in the purple-clothed man's body.
As he kept backing away, the purple-clothed man's complexion immediately paled, and he stared directly at Wang Lin with shock in his eyes.
In the last step, Wang Lin raised his foot and looked at the man who stepped back in front of him. A coldness flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he stepped down!
If the previous few steps are gradually superimposing the might, then this last step is to step on all the lines of fire that condensed before, and trigger all the momentum that was condensed before.
The purple-clothed man's complexion changed drastically. Without hesitation, he took a big step back again, clasped his fists and said, "Friends of Daoist, there is no malice here."
Wang Lin gave him a cold look and walked past him. The man in purple smiled bitterly, and walked out after him.
The green mist dissipated, and there was no trace in Sun Ling's eyes at the entrance. He hadn't seen everything in the green mist just now, and with a light sigh, he went back to the mountain and crossed his knees again.
"Being captured by that senior, this person is afraid it will be difficult to survive..."
The young man was startled for a while, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate. He, did his duty.
Out of the north of the city, Wang Lin calmly stepped away and headed straight to the Chengdong Baohe Building. Beside him, the man in purple had a wry smile and said, "Friend Xu Daoist, in the next Sun Xi, what happened just now is really not malicious. "
If he were to change someone else, he would definitely not speak among the same generations as he was, but the temptation just now made him feel even more unpredictable in his heart, and he couldn't see through his cultivation level at all.
This is not the point. The point is that he felt a sense of confidence and suffocation in Wang Lin. This kind of breath can only explain one thing. The person in front of him has killed the cultivator of the same rank, and there is more than one! Only in this way, will this self-confidence breath be condensed.
This Sun Analysis is one of the three aspiring monks on Ran Yunxing. The ancestor of the Sun family's early aspirations, after completing his cultivation from the bottom of the sea, he went straight to Ran Yuncheng.