The old man didn't dare to speak, his pill qi dissipated in his body. If he opened his mouth, he was afraid that the pill qi would immediately evaporate. At that time, even if he did not die, his cultivation base would be greatly reduced.
At this moment, relying on the pills he swallowed before, he constantly slowed down the flow of pill energy, but the effect was minimal.
A wave of spiritual energy radiated from its body surface, like a light mist.
The purple-clothed youth stared at Wang Lin and nodded: "Unexpectedly, you are also a monk, very good. Here at Ran Yunxing, if you offend the Sun family, it is equivalent to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the young man suddenly shook his body, his face was instantly pale, and he fell to the ground.
Wang Lin didn't kill him. There was not much aura in his body, and he still belonged to the category of mortals.
Based on Wang Lin's experience, it is natural to see that if this purple-clothed young man is not a direct family member of a certain great monk, he must have the status of a nobleman among mortals. As for the old man and the woman named Qing Yi, they were obviously mentors and apprentices.
It's just that no matter what their identities are, Wang Lin will not take it seriously. This Ran Yunxing, he, is the supreme ancestor.
The scene in front of him caused Wang Ping to take a deep breath and look at his father. At this moment, he suddenly realized that it seemed that his father was not an ordinary monk, and that the old man could be like this with just one look. Obviously it was extremely difficult.
Qing Yi on the side looked at Wang Lin and his son in a daze. After hesitating, she took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Senior, this matter is our recklessness..."
Wang Lin picked up the hip flask and took a sip without looking at the other party.
Qing Yi bit his lower lip. When he was in a dilemma, Wang Ping smiled. He was already handsome, but now he smiled. He was even more handsome. Looking at Qing Yi, Wang Ping said, "The girl's name is Qing Yi? Under Wang Ping, is it possible that the girl is also a monk?"
Wang Ping’s smile made Qing Yiqiao blush, and said softly: “Yes, but the master said, if you don’t get to build a foundation, you can’t call yourself a monk. Is your name Wang Ping? Today’s business is ours. It’s just... you should leave soon. Just now... Master has crushed the message jade slip just now, I'm afraid someone will come soon..."
Wang Ping smiled slightly, not paying attention to the matter at all, and started talking and laughing with Qing Yi.
At this moment, there was a whistling sound from outside the restaurant, and at the same time a violent wind blew in, and the three old men, suddenly, stepped into the restaurant.
"Master Sun!"
Qing Yi quickly respected.
One of the three old men has gray hair. His eyes were like electricity, and he was not angry with himself. After he entered the restaurant, he swept his gaze and fell on the monk Jie Dan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Then he retracted his gaze and looked at Wang Lin and his son.
In his opinion, Wang Lin is nothing more than a common man, with no spiritual power in his body, but the young man opposite him made the old man's eyes condensed, after a few careful glances, a strange color appeared in his eyes.
"This child has an excellent talent. Although he is a common fetal bone, his soul is indeed like heaven and earth, full of mighty power. Even among the monks, few people can achieve this level of cultivation. ! These two people are by no means as simple as they seem!"
At this moment, the cross-legged pill monk on the ground seemed to have noticed the coming of the old man, opened his eyes, and couldn't help but vent out with a pill of pill. He snorted, and a lot of mist appeared all over his body. His face was pale, and he said anxiously: "Uncle Clan, he hurt me, save me!"
He pointed at Wang Lin abruptly.
The old man's right hand pinched the tactic, and a spirit decisively flew out below one point, and the lightning generally fell on the middle of the old man's eyebrows. As soon as the printed tactic fell on the middle of his eyebrows, it immediately stretched out to form a net. The pill energy leaked by the monk Dan was temporarily locked.
After doing this, he looked at Wang Lin gloomily, and said, "Your Excellency is so cruel, is it possible that no one can deceive my Sun family!"
Wang Lin didn't even look at the other party, put down the hip flask, and said flatly, "Ping'er, let's go."
With that, he stood up and walked to the restaurant exit.
Wang Ping smiled slightly at Qing Yi. This smile fell in Qing Yi's eyes, causing her face to rise with red clouds, and she quickly lowered her head. Wang Ping had a good impression of this girl named Qing Yi, and this good impression came from his previous actions. At that moment, the girl tried to stop.
After getting up, Wang Ping followed his father and walked out.
The old man snorted coldly, and stepped forward to stop the two old men behind him. The same is true.
"Speak clearly, it's not too late to leave!"
Wang Lin's eyes were flat, and he took a random step forward. This step seemed simple, but the thunder of thunder fell on the minds of the old man in an instant. It seemed that this step was not on the ground, but on the ground. Human mind!
The two people behind the old man's cultivation reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Take a few steps back subconsciously.
This is not Dao Fa, not magical powers, and even in Wang Lin's body, even the slightest celestial power did not appear, but in the eyes of the three old men, this is far more than all magical powers they have ever seen!
This is a kind of aura, a kind of aura that can be revealed only when it reaches the level of a grand master. A person with Taoism is like a world of his own, using the power of heaven and earth as his own aura, let alone The three old men, even the ordinary aspiring monks, could not resist.
The old man has the highest cultivation level and reached the late Yuan Ying Dzogchen. He is in the process of comprehending the way of heaven. Half of his foot has stepped into the god transformation. Wang Lin's aura looks deeper in his eyes, as if his soul was hit by the opponent's step. In general, he looked pale and took two steps back.
Wang Lin walked past him and out of the restaurant. Wang Ping followed, and when he walked out, he looked back at Qing Yi and smiled gently again.
Qing Yi's face was even redder.
"Only this time, not as an example!"
Wang Lin's voice came slowly from outside the restaurant, and fell in the ears of the monks of the Sun family. It was a long time before they recovered, and there was a deep horror in their eyes.
After leaving the restaurant, Wang Ping hesitated for a while, followed in his father's footsteps, and smiled: "Father, do you know the Sun family?"
"There have been some origins. My father promised to protect his family for a hundred years."
Wang Lin did not conceal Wang Ping, except for the real reason for not allowing him to cultivate.
"That girl named Qing Yi is not bad."
Wang Lin glanced at Wang Ping with a smile.
Wang Ping was startled, and his handsome face turned red.
In the north of Qishui City, Wang Lin and his son bought a single-family large yard, cleaned it up, and lived here. The yard is very large and there are many rooms. When the previous owner sold the house, he also bought Some servants stayed behind.
At this moment, at the branch of the Sun family in Qishui City, it was because of Wang Lin's last words that caused an uproar.