"These are the conditions for me to protect you!"
Wang Lin's words did not give others the right to choose, and his gaze was withdrawn from the three of them.
If the three of them agreed, it would be fine. If they did not agree, then Wang Lin would naturally not go to the muddy water.
The ancestors of the Ran family pondered for a moment. The threat of the Huan family was too great. If no one came up on this matter, then once they were found out, their Ran family would face the danger of extermination.
He gritted his teeth and said decisively: "Okay!"
After saying this, the ancestor of the Ran family flashed his eyes, and stared sideways at the middle-aged man who had previously practiced in Xuanbing.
It is not only the ancestor of the Ran family, but Sun Xi also showed a strange light, looking at the middle-aged man at ease.
"Brother Zhao, what happened that day was done by the three of me at the same time. Do you want to do it alone!"
Ran's ancestor said coldly.
Xiaoyao fell silent and smiled bitterly for a while, "I agree."
As he said, he took out a storage bag for storing immortal jade from his arms, took out some, threw it directly to Wang Lin, and said bitterly: "The Zhao family is not big. There are not so many immortal jade in this storage bag. Zhao’s celestial jade was saved by Zhao’s hard work.”
The ancestors of the Ran family and Sun Xi also handed over the fairy jade. Monks often carry such precious consumables as Xianyu.
As for the relics of the fantasy family members who died that year, the three did not hesitate. They took them out and gave them all to Wang Lin. These things were in their hands for four years. They were not treasures, but murder and robbery. Restless.
After receiving these items, Wang Lin turned around and disappeared between the steps, leaving only a word, floating in the surrounding world.
"Nothing, don't bother, if the Huan Family comes, I will do it myself."
After Wang Lin left, all three of them were silent. Sun Xi had other thoughts in his mind. At this moment, he was the easiest one. He smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Two fellow daoists, there are still important things to do, so leave first."
Xiaoyao scattered people also sighed and said: "Zhao will also go back to the family to prepare for the request of Xianyu from Daoyou Xu in the future."
The two of them, one north and one south, turned into a long rainbow. The ancestor of the Ran family stood alone and was silent for a long time. Then, he exhaled deeply, looked up into the distance, and muttered to himself: "No matter, save money and avoid disaster. …Four years ago, this Xu Mu resisted. If he does not die, we will be fine, and this person does not look like a person who violated his promise, but he also wants to prevent him from leaving Ran Yunxing secretly."
At this moment, in the southern part of the Thousand Fantasy Stars, in the ancestor house of the Huan Family, the head of the Huan Family, Huan Fengshen, stood respectfully in front of an old man whose face was thin, and he was the one who had returned from the Alliance Star Territory with willow eyebrows.
"I disappeared four years ago, why did you deal with it now?"
The old man's voice was cold.
"Old ancestor, that person is a branch of my fantasy family. It's just that he has better talents, and his cultivation reached the middle stage of the aspiration. Then he got a foreign post. You know, there are too many people in my fantasy family, except for the direct line. Besides, the rest, even if they are missing, cannot be investigated carefully one by one."
Patriarch Huan Fengshen said calmly.
"Is there no one higher than this person's cultivation base?"
The old man frowned and asked.
"Ancestor, the time you asked for is too tight. If you give me another three months, I can find someone more qualified. At present, I can't."
Huan Feng Shen said softly.
"Okay, I'll give you three more months!"
The old man pondered for a moment and said decisively.
"Then those people who disappeared four years ago?"
Huan Fengshen raised his head and said.
"Now that you know about this, send the clan guard assigned to Huamei to deal with it. All those involved in this matter will be uprooted! The power of the fantasy family is going to be established!"
The Magic Conferred God said yes and retired.
After leaving the room, a gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said silently in his heart: "The ancestor is really old, and he did not hesitate to use the blood exchange method for an outsider, and he also wanted to make this phantom eyebrow rise to power. Could it be that he is planning to use the phantom family in the future? , It won't work if you leave it to this person!"
Three days later, Liu Mei was in his attic, looking at the sky outside. He whispered flatly: "Ran Yunxing... Since the foster father has handed this matter to me, let me send the clan guard to deal with it, then, Huan Dong, you go..."
"Yes!"
In the emptiness behind Liu Mei, a person immediately turned into a person. This person looked thirty years old and handsome. He appeared on one knee behind him, and the gaze looking at Liu Mei's back was full of enthusiasm.
"Your cultivation level has reached the peak of the mid-term aspiration. There should be no accidents when you go here. Although this is a small matter, it is the first time I have done something in the Huan Family. You have to make a quick decision. ?"
Liu Mei turned around, looked at the man behind him, and said softly.
"Miss, don't worry, Huan Dongding will live up to the promise!"
Huan Dong took a deep breath, his eyes more enthusiastic. When he first saw this willow eyebrow, he was shocked and shocked.
"Then Ran Yunxing, the person with the highest cultivation level is only the ancestor of the Ran family. This person is the same as me, in the middle stage of the aspiration. He gave this person a hundred courage, and he didn't dare to resist. Miss prestige."
Liu Mei smiled, his smile was extremely beautiful. It was even more shocking in Huan Dong's eyes. He was stunned for a while, the color of fanaticism in his eyes became thicker, and even with a strong obsession.
Wang Linnao moved and returned to the small town of Sun’s family. He did not go back to the house directly. Instead, he walked on the street, thinking about the sentiment of the artistic conception. The perception of reincarnation of life and death.
"Above life and death, but cause and effect... can't be determined... The way of cause and effect is too big. Before I enlightened my mind, it turned into a yellow spring, but... This yellow spring is a manifestation of death in life and death, and death is due to a yellow spring."
Looking at the bustling people around him, Wang Lin frowned slightly.
"But where is the way of life..."
While thinking about it, Wang Lin sighed lightly, stepped into Beicheng, and saw the young man cross-legged under the rocks, with a smile on his face.
"This woman is very kind in her heart. There are not many such monks in the realm of comprehension."
The young man seemed to have checked. He opened his eyes, and when he saw Wang Lin, he was taken aback, and then he was pleasantly surprised: "You...didn't you get taken away?"
Wang Lin smiled and said, "Ask me a few things and let me leave."
The young man gave Wang Lin a suspicious look, and did not continue to question. Everyone has their own secrets, if the other party doesn't want to tell them. It is useless to ask.
"You should hurry up and cultivate. I think your cultivation level has not changed from when you first came here. Remember what I said to you last time."
The young man looked at Wang Lin earnestly, and said, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness!"
Wang Lin nodded, grinned, and said: "The same is true for you, practice hard, and strive to reach the gods as soon as possible."
"God..."
The young man shook his head bitterly and said: "I heard from the elders in the family that transforming gods has nothing to do with hard work. No matter how hard you work, if you don’t have an understanding of the way of heaven, you can’t become the existence of that demigod, and you can’t really explore the edge of the way. In this life, I can reach the Dzogchen in the late Yuan Ying period, and I am already very content."
Wang Lin smiled slightly. At this moment, the sun was behind him, and the sun fell on him. This smile seemed to be stained with some sunlight.
"Keep your current state of mind and transform your mind, you can achieve it."
The young man obviously thought that the other party was comforting him, and smiled: "Well, if I had a day of transforming my gods, I would definitely think of your unexplored prophet today. Now, you should go back and practice."
Wang Lin nodded with a smile, walked into the entrance, and disappeared.
The young man under the rock whispered to himself: "Can it really be a god..."
When he returned to the house, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, with sufficient immortal power in his body. If his artistic conception did not improve, even if he swallowed more immortal energy, it would be useless.
After pondering for a moment, he took out the relics of the fantasy family members handed over by the three of Ran's ancestors. All the relics were placed in a storage bag with some clothes and trivial things.
What made Wang Lin's gaze constricted, besides the eight-pin pill, there were two magic weapons, a jade slip, and a token.
Neither of these two magic weapons had any divine consciousness imprints on them, and even some traces of resentment that were left on by the Huan Family members when they died.
Obviously, the ancestors of the Ran family who had obtained these two magic weapons and that Xiaoyao scattered people did not dare to leave their own spiritual knowledge on them.
One of the magic weapons was a black comb with a total of 19 comb teeth on it, emitting a bloody smell. When it appeared in Wang Lin's hands, he immediately felt the fierce flames on it.
"A fake fairy treasure of an offensive class! There is a magic circle on it, and the power of this magic weapon is extraordinary."
Wang Lin's fingers touched the comb teeth lightly, and his eyes were placed on another magic weapon.
This is a pair of metallic flints, full of purple gold, floating in the palm of his hand, and Wang Lin can clearly feel the bursts of thorny light from it.
"this… "
Staring at the flint, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and then he burst into a brilliant glow. He pinched a piece with his hand and rubbed it against each other, and immediately there was a spark that looked like a starry star, and a heat wave suddenly hit his face.
"A natural magic weapon!"
Wang Lin took a deep breath, his mind all falling on the pair of flints.
The vast majority of all magic weapons are made by monks, but some are formed naturally. This type of magic weapons is too small, even less than the inherited magic weapons.
Wang Lin was also aware of this kind of magic weapon in the memory of the ancient god Tusi. In fact, in the eyes of the ancient god, this is actually not a kind of magic weapon, but the material for refining tools.
Flint is one of the natural refining materials. It is a metallic object, but because of its extremely strong hardness and some strange magical powers in it, it can cause sparks when it rubs against each other.
This spark is not used by mortals to make fire, but a kind of golden fire, which is similar to the sun fire that was used by the head of the demon county that year in the land of demon spirits. Not using this material for refining, but as a crafting treasure, it can be used as well, and its power is extraordinary.