The souls of these two Han Kingdom monks have been controlled by Zhen Yuanzi and have become Lin Mo's slaves, loyal to Lin Mo from the depths of their souls.

"What's your name?"

The middle-aged male monk said respectfully: "My name is Zheng Rongji, and I am a disciple of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect. ”

The young monk respectfully said, "My name is Kim Junxiu. ”

Lin Mo inquired before he understood the reason.

The Yin-Yang Divine Sect is the only cultivation sect in the Han Kingdom, and it is divided into three major schools: the Kendo Sect, the Heqi Stream, and the Divine Skill School, which continuously supplies elite disciples with potential for the Yin-Yang Lost Divine Sect, similar to the model of the Fist Nan Martial Arts Gym selecting disciples for the four major martial arts halls.

"The only cultivation sect in the Han Country, the strength must not be bad, what is the strongest strength in the Yin-Yang Divine Sect?" Lin Mo asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know, my identity is only the lowest-level inner disciple of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, and I don't have the authority to know more things. Cheng Rongji replied respectfully.

"The secrecy of this Yin-Yang Lost God Sect is very good, and even the inner disciples don't know the cultivation of the strongest person in the Yin-Yang God Sect. Lin Mo shook his head, slightly disappointed.

Immediately, he asked about some things again, and finally figured out the reason why the two returned to Hanguo.

Jin Junxiu is a disciple of Zheng Rongji, and the two of them returned to the Cold Country this time to get a cultivation quota in the spiritual vein realm and enter the place where the spiritual vein is located to cultivate.

Zheng Rongji has a senior brother who has a small status in the Yin Yang Lost God Sect, and he happens to be in charge of the task of this quota allocation, because Zheng Rongji has two places to go to the spiritual vein realm to cultivate.

"I didn't expect to be able to find the location of the spirit vein of the Cold Country so quickly. ”

A dark flame condensed from Lin Mo's palm and threw it on Jin Junxiu's body, instantly burning the other party and his soul into powder.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you are responsible for controlling Zheng Rongji, I will pretend to be Kim Junxiu, and I will go to the Yin Yang Lost God Sect first. ”

Lin Mo commanded.

"Yes, Lin Shao. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yuanzi immediately turned into a cloud of black mist and drilled into Zheng Rongji's eyebrows, and as for Zheng Rongji's soul, it naturally immediately dissipated into annihilation.

Lin Mo pinched a spell in his hand and turned into Jin Junxiu's appearance.

"Yin Yang Divine Sect, no matter what the spiritual veins are, they must succeed. Lin Mo's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

According to the information in Zheng Rongji's mind, the person who led them will arrive in Seoul tomorrow, and Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi immediately turned into afterimages, first found a hotel to rest, and then went to the Yin-Yang Divine Sect tomorrow.

A skyscraper not far from Seoul, standing among the rows of steel buildings.

The steel-framed and glass-clad structure of the building reflects a pale golden glow on its surface in the sunlight.

To the east of the edifice is a huge golden sword.

The headquarters of the national kendo school in Hanguo, the Kendo Building, is a sacred place in the hearts of all kendo martial artists, and there are two other giant buildings in Seoul, one called Aikido and the other called Jingudo.

These three most powerful organizations in the mortal world train martial artists of different schools, and then after strict screening, they are qualified to enter the Yin-Yang Divine Palace as an outer disciple.

In a quiet room on the top floor of the Kendo Building, sunlight shines through the huge glass floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a layer of golden light.

An old man wearing a martial arts costume with long straight silver hair kneeling on a futon, a sandalwood table was placed in front of him, and a wisp of white fragrance rose from the incense burner.

"President Zhang Fan, you also know that every year, our kendo martial arts hall can report up to ten places, and each place is extremely precious," the silver-haired old man said lightly, and he stopped talking. "Jing Hao's words, I understand, there are very few places to go to the Yin-Yang Divine Palace every year, but my son is talented and intelligent, and his strength is not bad, I think he should be qualified As long as Jing Hao is willing to recommend my son, I will not disappoint Jing Hao, I just happened to shoot from Huaxia recently

A thousand-year-old Reiki ginseng was obtained at the sale, and for martial artists, these precious medicinal materials should have a lot of effect. ”

At the other end of the desk, a middle-aged man in a black suit said in a low voice.

Jing Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile on his face: "President Zhang Fan, please rest assured, the master's qualifications are not bad, and with my recommendation, you will definitely be able to get a place." ”

"Then I thank Jing Hao for cultivating in advance, and in the future, I, Zhang Fan, will not forget Jing Hao's great kindness. Zhang Fan got up, bent over ninety degrees, and said in a low voice: "In the evening, I will send someone to send ginseng to Jinghao's mansion." ”

After speaking, Zhang Fan took a few steps back, then turned around and left the quiet room.

Jing Hao, a kendo master of the Emperor Extreme Realm, is also one of the directors of the Kendo Martial Arts Gym Headquarters, and has the right to recommend the quota of the martial arts hall disciples to enter the Yin-Yang Divine Palace, which can be said to be a difference in oil and water.

Shortly after the valley left, hurried footsteps sounded outside the corridor.

"Master. ”

A gruff voice appeared in the quiet room.

"Well, panic, what's wrong?"

Jing Hao raised his head, frowned slightly, and said displeasedly.

Coming in was a middle-aged man dressed as a samurai, stepping into the quiet room, standing respectfully beside the old man, bending down and bowing his head, "Master, something big has happened." ”

"What's the big deal?" Jing Hao put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly.

The piercing warrior in front of him was the one who had just witnessed Lin Mo and the two Han Kingdom monks fighting.

Park Zhengning recounted what had just happened, and said, "I heard them say with my own ears that they are from the Yin-Yang Divine Palace, but that young man's strength is stronger, and the two of them can't resist and run away. ”

Jing Hao's two eyebrows were tightly pressed together, and the eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, "Tell me what you see and hear one by one, and there must be no place to leave it." ”

"Yes, master. ”

Park Zhengning said slowly, and carefully recounted what he saw and heard at that time.

"Strange, if that young man really has a grudge against those two Han Kingdom monks, he shouldn't let them go, besides, listening to what you said, that young man's strength is much higher than those two monks, and he won't let them leave so easily. Jing Hao muttered to himself, shaking his head and analyzing.

"There's something strange about this matter, and I have to report it to the Yin-Yang Divine Palace Messenger. A gleam flashed in Park Zhengning's eyes.

"You stay in the martial arts hall, and I will go to the hall master to meet the attendant of the Divine Palace together, and report this matter to him. Kyungho stood up, his figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage, and the person had disappeared into the quiet room.

After a night of repairs, Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi came to one of the most famous scenic spots in downtown Seoul the next day, near Seoul.

According to the agreed location, Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi sat in a cold drink shop, waiting.

(End of chapter)