Chapter 473: I Know It in My Heart
Wu Xuejiao's face immediately turned cold, and she said, "Tian Xiaomo, why do you have to answer like this? Don't you know that you should directly refuse?"
Tian Yumo sighed, slowly shook his head, and said, "Lord Wu, what you said is easy. Unless you can send me a team to stay there for a long time. β
When Wu Xuejiao heard this, she stopped talking.
In the current situation, everyone is competing with each other, how can it be possible to disperse the forces?
Tian Yumo saw Wu Xuejiao's psychology and said, "So, Master Wu Helm, it's easy for you to say." A palace like mine, if my master is here, still has a little ability. And just by me, maneuvering between big guys like you, my ability is really limited!"
Wu Xuejiao sighed and said: "Tian Yumo, I don't care about the excess, in short, you can't take refuge in Langya Mountain from the aspect of practical actions." Otherwise, we will not spare you!"
Then, he turned around and walked away.
Tian Yumo smiled coldly and didn't say a word. Not even the most basic polite goodbye.
Han Yichen walked out of the darkness and said, "Tian Yumo, you are very tough and online today!"
Tian Yumo smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Yichen, this is just forced by the situation, I can only do this." β
"Yes. Han Yichen said with a smile: "I believe that Lin Zongyao will come soon." So, just keep that attitude. β
"Yes!" Tian Yumo nodded.
What Han Yichen said was right, five minutes after Wu Xuejiao left, Lin Zongyao came. And this Lin Zongyao, with a cold face, said: "Tian Yumo, I heard that you have completely taken refuge in Wuai Castle?"
Tian Yumo said: "No!"
Lin Zongyao's eyes flashed with coldness.
"If you don't believe me, I can't do anything. Tian Yumo smiled bitterly.
"Hmph!" Lin Zongyao snorted coldly again, and said, "Tian Yumo, this palace left to you by your master is very good!"
Han Yichen was listening secretly.
Tian Yumo frowned and said, "Three Protectors, this palace is what my master said. If something goes wrong, I can't explain it. β
"So," Lin Zongyao said, "Tian Yumo, you should do your best to protect the palace here." Otherwise, if something really happens, it's hard to say. β
Han Yichen shook his head bitterly in secret, this Lin Zongyao spoke too harshly, so that Tian Xiaomo couldn't respond at all.
So, he slowly walked out of the darkness and said, "Are the three protectors of Langya Mountain?"
When Lin Zongyao heard the voice, he slowly turned his head, looked at Han Yichen, and asked with a cold smile, "Who are you?"
Han Yichen's cultivation, he saw through it at a glance, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.
Han Yichen squinted his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. Importantly, this palace was the first place I lived in Sixiantian. So, if you dare to do anything about it, then you're welcome. β
When Tian Yumo heard this, he immediately became worried in his heart: Why is Han Yichen talking now, so full of gunpowder? Lin Zongyao's personal strength is very strong. What's more, behind Lin Zongyao, what he represents is Langya Mountain!
Lin Zonghui's eyes immediately widened, and he said, "Stinky boy, you dare to speak so arrogantly now, and dare to threaten me?"
"Nope. Han Yichen said indifferently: "To be precise, I'm not threatening you. I'm just telling the truth. β
"Hmph!" Lin Zonghui suddenly raised his legs, strode in front of Han Yichen, and said, "Stinky boy, just a scumbag like you, I can kill it with a slight movement of my fingers." And you, how dare you speak so boldly in front of me! Then it's just right, I'll let you die right now!"
Then, he slapped it with one palm.
Lin Zongyao, the three protectors of Langya Mountain, and the cultivation of the Wasteland Realm, in these four-line heavens, are all the existence of top-class masters. Therefore, it is conceivable to shoot now, the discipline is exquisite, and the ferocity of combat power can be imagined.
Although he is now, he has only played 30% of his combat strength. But this thirty percent combat power is more than enough to kill a Desolate Wind Realm cultivator. Even, even if it is a Desolate Rain Realm monk, it can be killed in an instant.
Therefore, there was deep contempt in his eyes. He felt that Han Yichen in front of him could be killed by him very simply.
Han Yichen's gaze was cold, his body retreated, and he immediately dodged. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Zongyao.
For a moment, Lin Zongyao felt as if he was being targeted by the devil.
"Lin Zongyao, are you sure you want to fight with me?" Han Yichen asked in a deep voice.
Lin Zongyao calmed down in his heart, thinking that the feeling just now was just an illusion, and said coldly: "Han Yichen, I don't want to fight with you, but to kill you!"
"After all, no one has ever dared to threaten me. β
Han Yichen sneered and said, "Since you want to kill me, then in the same way, I won't let you leave alive." β
Lin Zonghui was stunned, then laughed angrily, and said: "Stinky boy, do you know that in the entire four-line sky, there are not necessarily a few people who dare to talk to me like this." β
Tian Xiaomo was also taken aback, and said, "Brother Yichen, don't mess around." If Lin Zongyao dies here with me, we will all have to finish the game!"
Han Yichen shook his head and said, "Tian Xiaomo, you don't have to worry about this, I will plan it all." There will be no mistakes. β
Lin Zongyao was cold and said, "You two, you are really angry! In front of me, you actually talk like this! I am really a dead person?"
Han Yichen sneered, directly ignored Lin Zongyao's words, and still said to Tian Yumo: "Tian Yumo, in a word, I have my own arrangements for everything I do." β
Lin Zongyao realized that he was being ignored, and immediately annoyed, and said, "You two, you are really looking for death!"
His strong attack immediately roared out, and directly locked on to Han Yichen.
Han Yichen's face was a cold smile. Behind him, a spiritual world appeared. In the spiritual world, there is a waterfall of rapids.
After Lin Zongyao saw Han Yichen's spiritual world, he was taken aback and said, "You actually ......"
This is the first time he has seen such a powerful spiritual world. It is so real, so powerful, and it is unique among the four lines.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that such a powerful spiritual world would emerge from a realm that had cultivated to only a monk in the late stage of the Desolate Wind Realm.
Han Yichen said: "Lin Zongyao, you can go with peace of mind now." β
Carrying the spiritual world, it crushed past Lin Zongyao's body.
The next moment, Lin Zongyao's body was devoured by Han Yichen's spiritual world. Even from Tian Xiaomo's point of view, it can be seen that Lin Zongyao was swallowed by the waterfall in Han Yichen's spiritual world. It felt like drowning to death.
After successfully killing Lin Zongyao, Han Yichen said: "Tian Yumo, do I count now, there is no trace, what about killing Lin Zongyao?"
Tian Yumo was stunned, and said for a long time: "Brother Yichen, you are amazing!"
If it was before, he just valued Han Yichen. Now, then, he is looking up deeply. He felt that Han Yichen's current height was simply beyond his reachβeven Lin Zongyao could be easily killed. With such combat power, I'm afraid that in the entire fourth-line sky, few people can compare, right?
Han Yichen said: "Tian Yumo, you are polite. β
Lin Zongyao of Langya Mountain is dead, and the forces of Langya Mountain will certainly not give up.
Cui Mingwa, the mountain owner of Langya Mountain, said extremely angrily: "No matter what means are used, we must find out how Lin Zongyao died and who killed him! Lin Zongyao is our three protectors, and he must not die in vain!"
"Yes!"
Lin Zongyao died, and the reason why they could feel it was because Lin Zongyao was on Langya Mountain and had a candle. This candle is called the Candle of Life. When the candle burns, the man is built. When the candlelight goes out, it means that the person is also dead.
Countless disciples of Langya Mountain began to descend the mountain and look around.
Tian Yumo also felt it, and his expression immediately became nervous, and said, "Brother Yichen, what can I do about this?" The news of Lin Zongyao's death, Langya Mountain knew it so quickly, then Cui Mingwa will definitely find out to the end." β
Han Yichen sneered and said, "Tian Xiaomo, what are you nervous about?" Then Lin Zongyao died without a trace, how could the other party find out about us?"
Tian Yumo's eyes were still a little nervous.
Han Yichen smiled and continued: "Tian Xiaomo, don't worry, as long as we don't say or admit this matter, then Langya Mountain will definitely not be suspicious of us." At this point, he paused and continued, "But then again, you don't want to show your problems because you're nervous. β
Although Tian Xiaomo was still nervous in his heart, he still nodded at this time and said, "Okay! Brother Yichen, I will do what you say!"
It's just that what he didn't expect was that the people from Langya Mountain hadn't been found yet, but Wu Xuejiao came.
"Lord Wu, is there something wrong with you coming here today?" he asked.
"Come here. Wu Xuejiao smiled lightly and said, "By the way, I want to ask, Lin Zongyao is dead, does it have anything to do with you?"
Tian Xiaomo was stunned, and only after half a sound did he react, and said, "Master Wu, I can't afford to make this joke." I'm just a small monk, how can I be Lin Zongyao's opponent?"
Wu Xuejiao's eyes were extremely intelligent, and she already knew it in her heart, and said, "Of course it's the best!" Then, she lowered her voice and said in Tian Xiaomo's ear: "But Tian Xiaomo, when I left that day, I clearly saw that in the dark, Lin Zongyao walked in." After that, I heard about Lin Zongyao's death. β
Tian Yumo tried to control his face, let his performance, and try to calm down.
Han Yichen heard the conversation, turned his head to the second uncle and said, "Second uncle, you go out and go around." β
"Okay. β
The second uncle, although he is a pivotal figure in the Oriental family. But now, in the face of forces like Langya Mountain Wuai Fort, he has felt his insignificance.