"The cold wind blows dry bones, casting the soul of my Lin family!"

The old man's white hair turned black, and his whole person was radiant, as if he had returned to the golden age of martial artists. With a lift of his hand, he snapped the chains that bound him to his mount, laughed, and leapt out of the cold wind.

However, this wind was so fierce that even the scaly beast couldn't compete with it, let alone an old man in the realm of a martial artist.

The figure of the old man retreated with all his strength almost the moment he approached the tuyere. Although he didn't cross the wind, he tried his best to knock one of the rings in his hand out of the mountain pass.

After doing this, the old man's expression also withered, and together with the scaly beasts under his seat, he was swept into the depths of the wind tunnel by the violent cold wind.

Although the beast covered in hard scale armor let out a few angry howls, it could only be drowned in the cold wind, and there was no trace. The old man's heroic laughter from before still seemed to echo in his ears.

"Fourth Uncle!!"

Lin Xinru saw the old man disappear into the cold wind, and her eyes showed grief. On this trip, except for a few foreign surnamed warriors from the trading house, most of the rest of their caravan were relatives of their Lin family.

But by now, more than half of the original team of more than a dozen people has been lost, and most of the rest have been left with dark wounds.

What the old man threw out with all his might was an earthy yellow ring. It was the storage ring he kept, and it carried the goods that were transported this time.

The earthy yellow ring flew out of the tuyere, and the true element that enveloped it was already consumed after it flew out of the tuyere. When he was about to fall, he was taken into the hands of a middle-aged man.

This man's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Martial Master Realm, and although the loss of True Yuan is huge, it has a slight surplus compared to the others.

The middle-aged martial artist slowly opened his other hand, and in his palm, there were four other rings identical to one of them, lying quietly inside.

The middle-aged man looked at these storage rings, but his eyes did not have the joy of preserving the goods at all, and his eyes were full of grief.

These storage rings were given to him by their owners when they knew they could not survive, just like the old man before. On every ring, there was the blood of their Lin clan flowing.

It can be said that except for a few people who didn't have time to react and their bones were gone, most of the rest of the goods were left here.

The middle-aged man endured the grief in his eyes, handed over the five rings to several other people, and then walked in front of Lin Yuexin, raised his hand and patted her shoulder.

He said: "Since we hit the road this time, we old guys have long put life and death on the line. As long as you can reach Qingyun County City, obtain the Qingling Immortal Grass, and heal the patriarch's injuries, you can leave a respite for the family for thirty years, and it's all worth it!"

Lin Yuexin gritted her teeth lightly and slammed her fist into the ice under her feet, leaving a deep fist mark.

"Damn the Hundred Ghost Sect! a bunch of despicable and shameless villains!"

The middle-aged warrior was silent when he heard this.

The Hundred Ghost Sect is a second-rate sect in Xuanzhou, with roots in several counties, and it is said that there are martial artists in the realm of the Martial King in the sect, which is not at all something that a declining merchant family like their Lin family can compete with.

Their Lin family has been a businessman for generations, walking between the major counties, and it can be said that they have no grievances and no enmity with this Hundred Ghost Sect.

If you want to blame, you can only blame this sect for taking a fancy to their Lin family's business house in Qingyun County, and wants to use it as their sect's dojo in Qingyun County.

Their Lin family's business house was still obtained three hundred years ago, when the old patriarch of the Martial Sect realm mediated with all parties and paid countless costs, and it has been in the hands of the Lin family since then.

For their Lin family, the commercial house in Qingyun County is the foundation of their Lin family, how can they let it go to others?

There can be a place in the county, but it is not easy to come by. In addition to joining the dynasty, small families like them want to establish a foundation in the county town, but they don't know how much it has to cost.

If the inheritance of the ancestors is handed over, I am afraid that the ancestors of the Lin family will jump out of the coffin.

In that beast tide hundreds of years ago, many powerful families that could compete with the Lin family turned into clouds of smoke and dispersed in that catastrophe. Only their Lin family, when they moved into the county seat, was preserved, and it has been passed down for three hundred years.

Over the years, the Lin family has gradually declined, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. For so many years, no one had the idea of beating their Lin family, until Lin Chenxiao, the head of the previous family, never returned when he was escorting a caravan eight years ago.

After losing the last martial artist of the Martial Sect realm, the Lin family fell into turmoil.

After Lin Chenxiao disappeared, Lin Yuexin's father, Lin Zhentian, took over the position of patriarch.

Although he did not have the realm of a martial artist, his cultivation had also reached the later stage of a great martial artist. This kind of cultivation, although it is not enough to compete for a dojo in the county town, but if you want to protect the Lin family in this business house through the Eight Directions Martial Arts, you can still do it.

The 30-year Bafang Martial Arts in the county town, as long as the forces in the city pass the challenge from the outside world in the ring of the Great Martial Master realm, they can keep their own foundation intact. Within thirty years, they will be protected by the dynasty, and no one will be able to shake their status.

Lin Zhentian's cultivation has reached the late stage of the Great Martial Master, and he is already a rare opponent in this realm. In the battle between the same ranks, although I dare not say that I can win all the battles, at least I can remain undefeated.

Although the Hundred Ghost Sect coveted the Lin family's business, it did not dare to be too presumptuous in the dynasty.

Even if they sent the elders of the Great Martial Master Consummation Realm, as long as Lin Zhentian survived the ring in the Eight Directions Martial Arts, it would be enough to ensure that the family status would not be lost.

But the Lin family didn't realize that the Hundred Ghost Sect actually bought off the allies of their trading house, and when the caravan personally escorted by the Lin family master, they set up an ambush from the boundless ice field, and united with many warriors to seriously injure it.

If it weren't for Lin Zhentian's profound cultivation and the fact that he carried a few forbidden weapons with him, I'm afraid whether he could come back or not, I can't say anything.

The martial arts were imminent, and the ordinary pills had no time to treat Lin Zhentian. And among the people of their Lin family who have cultivated to the realm of great martial artists, except for Lin Zhentian, the strongest one is only in the early stage of Taoism.

This kind of cultivation wants to survive the Eight Directions Martial Arts, especially to face the difficulties from the Hundred Ghost Sect, which is too reluctant.

The middle-aged man sighed, patted Lin Yuexin's shoulder, and then stood up, wanting to beckon everyone to start again, but heard a martial artist beside him ask suspiciously.

"Why does the wind on the Hanging Snow Road appear at this time? Isn't this kind of cold wind only happening in Shenshi?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

The wind on the Hanging Snow Path is the power of time, not something that can be changed by the migration of demon beasts, it has never changed for hundreds of years, why is it so abnormal this time?