Nishang meditates in the room.

She had suffered a little injury in the ancient city, and she was recuperating at the moment.

Streams of golden true qi spread out from her body, setting her off more like a fairy.

Just then, there was a knock on her door.

Hearing the voice, Nishang frowned slightly, and after finishing the work, she used her divine sense to probe and found that it was her maid Xiaolan.

"Master, someone sent you a note!"

"Note?"

Nishang was stunned for a moment, she felt inexplicable, and out of curiosity, she still asked Xiaolan to bring it in.

I took the note and opened it, and there were three words written on it: "I'll wait for you!"

What do you mean? Who's waiting for me, is it someone who is pursuing himself?

Looking at the note carefully, suddenly the corners of her mouth curled up an arc, she already knew who sent the note.

She found a small wooden character in the opposite corner of the note, and the two wooden characters plus one piece was the word 'forest'.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Han Lin!

Although Sun Daochang also noticed these two wooden characters, he didn't take them seriously.

"Is the messenger still there?" asked Nishang.

"It's still there, master!"

"Okay, bring pen and paper!"

Nishang instructed the maid Xiaolan to bring a pen and paper, and also wrote three words and handed it to Xiaolan: "Give him this note and let him bring it to that person!"

"Yes, master!"

The maid departed.

Han Lin waited in the teahouse for an hour.

Finally, I saw Daoist Sun walking in from outside.

Seeing Han Lin, Daoist Sun walked over quickly, took out a note and handed it to Han Lin: "This is given to you by the fairy in neon clothes!"

"Oh!" took the note, Han Lin opened it and saw that there were three words written on it: "Wait for the call!"

Han Lin smiled and pushed the remaining phantom tickets in front of Daoist Sun: "I'll count, these phantom votes are yours!"

Hearing this, Daoist Sun was startled, and hurriedly took out all the magic tickets that Han Lin gave him in his arms and put them in front of Han Lin.

"This master, I'm joking with you, do something for you, then you can collect money!"

What are you kidding, he finally saw that the relationship between this masked man and the neon dress fairy seems to be a little ambiguous, and daring to take his money is simply looking for death.

Hearing this, Han Lin smiled, didn't say anything, put away the magic ticket and walked out of the teahouse, since the other party didn't collect money, he didn't bother to be polite!

Not long after he walked out of the teahouse, he found that there were more than a dozen figures following him.

Slightly stunned, could it be Yu Xuwan'er's person?

He swept it with his divine sense, and he didn't feel like it, the level of these people was too low, and they didn't look like people in the Three Immortal Palace.

Soon Han Lin understood, just now he casually took out a million phantom tickets, which made these people think crookedly!

I really don't know whether to live or die, Han Lin sneered.

Han Lin planned to leave the illusion world and go to the secular world, otherwise there would be no signal on his mobile phone, and if the neon dress fairy contacted him, he would not be able to receive it.

Out of the illusion, Han Lin prepared to fly with the sword.

Behind him, a burst of light flashed, and more than a dozen big men poured out of the illusion and surrounded her.

You can't fight casually in the fantasy world, but out of the illusion world, you can do whatever you want to kill people and goods, no one can take care of it, especially in the world of monks, and it is the law of the jungle.

"Boy, take out all the magic tickets on your body, otherwise you will be killed!"

A big man at the head shouted.

Although they couldn't see Han Lin's face clearly, they guessed that Han Lin should be a young man when they heard the voice.

In their eyes, this kind of young man's cultivation is not too high, he should be a rich son of a family in the secular world, and this kind of boy brother is their favorite target for robbery.

"Give you a chance, roll as far as you want, or ......"

Han Lin's expression was cold, it wouldn't take long for the sky to fall, and he didn't mind killing a few more people, especially this kind of garbage.

"How's that to be, boy?"

The leader asked playfully, and said in his heart, this kid is quite arrogant, and he dares to threaten them when he is surrounded by so many people.

"Otherwise, 'die'!"

Han Lin's voice returned to flat.

"Haha...... I'm laughing to death, boy, I'll ask you if your hair is long, and you dare to threaten Lao Tzu!"

The leading man smiled, not taking Han Lin in his eyes at all: "Boy, I'll count to three, if you don't take out the magic ticket and 'die'!"

Hearing this, Han Lin sighed, it seems that he is going to kill someone again today.

"One, two, three......"

Before the leading man's 'three' word could be fully spoken, he saw Han Lin raise his hand and point.

With a bang, the body of the leading man exploded into a pile of minced meat.

Seeing this scene, all the robbers were stunned.

This is simply incredible, the other party just pointed a finger, and the person with the highest cultivation among them was inexplicably blown into minced meat.

What kind of cultivation is this young man?

But no matter what kind of cultivation they do, it's not something they can provoke.

"Oh, run!"

I don't know who screamed, and the bandits scattered and fled.

Seeing this, Han Lin didn't bother to pay attention to them, and Edgeworth flew towards Qinzhou City.

On the way, Han Lin received a phone call, it was Wu Xiaoyan calling.

"Brother Xiaolin, they have released me, I am ready to go home from the Tower Realm!"

"Well, they didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Don't worry, Brother Xiaolin, they didn't hurt me!"

"That's good, you go home first, it is estimated that Wu Po is also in a hurry. ”

hung up the phone, and before he could put away his phone, Shen Luoxia's phone called: "Fan Niu, I have already released your little sister!"

"Fan Niu?" Han Lin's eyes flashed with a strange color, and finally became indifferent:

"You must make it clear, it's just a dream in the world of heart refining, and after waking up from the dream, some things shouldn't be remembered!"

"I know, but I like to call you Fan Niu!"

Before Han Lin could speak, Shen Luoxia had already hung up the phone.

"Wipe ......" Han Lin felt that his head was a little big.

When I arrived in Qinzhou City, I returned to the villa.

Han Lin received a call from Wang Zhenyu: "Mr. Lin, there is something, I want to ask you for a favor?"

"What's the matter?"

"My benefactor has a strange disease, and his whole body is covered with black moss, I want you to show it!"

Listening to Wang Zhenyu's words, Han Lin frowned slightly.

The whole body is covered with black moss, it should be some kind of strange poison!

Originally, he didn't want to care about this kind of thing, but after thinking about it, Wang Zhenyu was Wang Zhenguo's brother, and when he found his head, he had to take action, after all, Wang Zhenguo was his own person.

"Okay, I can cure this disease, where is your benefactor?"

"It's really curable, others are in Kyoto, so when do you have time, I'll send someone to pick you up!"

Wang Zhenyu's excited voice came.

"Don't bother, I'll have time now, so let's see you at the airport later!"

"Shall you leave now?"

"Well, let's go now, I just have something to say to you, let's talk on the plane!"

"Okay, we'll see you at the airport!"

After hanging up the phone, Han Lin drove towards the airport.

He can not tell others about the Mixed Yuan Measurement Tribulation, but he must tell the Huaxia official, after all, the owner of this body is a Huaxia person.