As he spoke, Lin Yun stepped out in one step, without any scruples, a cloud of black qi emanated from the palm of his palm, and he slapped it out with one palm, directly killing Jing Ye on the spot.

After doing all this, Lin Yun did not hesitate at all, and disappeared into the drizzle with Yao Qisheng.

At this time, in the Qisheng Inn, because of the death of this group of warriors, there were not many people.

"Brother Lin, I'm afraid you are indeed in some trouble this time."

Yao Qisheng said, frowning slightly, as if this Jing family was really extremely unusual.

"It's okay, it's not too much debt. You know my situation now. If my identity is revealed, the people who want me to die will be able to line up from this Sunset City to the Sunset Mountains. With more Jing family, it's nothing. Lin Yun laughed to himself, I said.

"It's a burden on Brother Yao, I'm afraid that if you are like this today, you will inevitably be blamed by Rulin and the family in the future." Lin Yun added.

Although Rulin is the gate of sages, after all, he has to face a behemoth like the Martial God Temple, and after all, he still has his own concerns.

"It's okay on my side, after all, what I'm doing is also for the sake of the common people. If such wicked people do not kill, is it not blaspheming the way of the sages? ”

Yao Qisheng responded lightly, but he was a little relieved to Lin Yun, pretending to be relaxed.

"Brother Yao doesn't have to comfort me, with my experience, what else can scare me?"

Lin Yun said a word, then furrowed his forehead, and asked again:

"However, in your words, you are quite jealous of the Jing family, could it be that this Jing family is still very remarkable?"

"Naturally. If the Jing family was just a martial arts family, I naturally didn't need to scruple about it, and I wouldn't say so much to Brother Lin. Yao Qisheng paused: "Behind this Jing family, there is a killing god. You must have been in contact with a lot of killers in Beibi Mountain. Of these, almost all of them are cultivators. But there is only one person, who was born as a martial artist, and has been named a martial god, because he debuted with killing, all the people in the cultivation world nowadays call him a killing god. ”

Yao Qisheng said, a dimness flashed in his eyes, as if he was facing the evil of such a world, and he was powerless, and he felt guilty in his heart.

"Titled?"

Lin Yun was puzzled, this was the first time he had heard of this martial artist's realm, and he couldn't help but think of the old man during the day, could it be that this so-called killing god was even stronger than the old man?

"Martial artists and cultivators, in general, also have cultivation limitations. Just like you and other monks, sitting and forgetting, spiritual platform, supernatural powers, immortality, nirvana. As well as the copper tendons and iron bones that train the body, the chalcedony scriptures, the glazed royal body, the body is immortal, and even immortal. Or in the Daomen, the cultivation of the Yuan Shen is one layer after another, refining the Qi refinement, refining the Qi and transforming the God, refining the God and returning to the void, and refining the Void Combination, all of which are higher than the other. Yao Qisheng explained.

"And the same is true of this world of martial artists, they practice martial arts and fine martial arts, which can be roughly divided into the rank of scholar, division, monarch, king, emperor, emperor, title, legend, and myth."

"Most of these cultivators correspond to cultivators, and the rank of scholar is just the initial entry, which is equivalent to the cultivator's new contact with the cultivation method, the first glimpse of the doorway, and the ability to induce qi into the body. The teacher level is equivalent to a cultivator in the realm of forgetfulness, and so on, but the level in the future is a little different. The title level should be equivalent to the Nirvana realm, but I don't know exactly how to distinguish it. ”

Yao Qisheng shook his head and said, after all, what he knew was only recorded in the classics in Confucianism, and it was impossible to know so much detail.

And Lin Yun listened to it even more in the clouds, this kind of knowledge, let alone himself, I am afraid that the senior brother who has been guarding the Thousand Buddha City all the year round may not know.

After all, in the Thousand Buddha City, most of them are cultivators, and martial artists rarely appear. Especially since he had fought in the Thousand Buddha City for a long time, he had never seen a martial artist, which showed that in this cultivation world, he didn't know much about the cognition of martial artists.

Above Lin Yun's heart, a dark cloud was cast at this moment. The people in Beibi Mountain had already made Lin Yun scruple in his heart, but now that he had such a killing god, his heart was even more like pressing a big mountain.

The battle of Sunset City is dark.

The long street is lone and bloody, and the heart of a man is dark.

The name of Lin Zilong, through the mouth of Yuan Shoucheng, spread throughout the entire Sunset City within three days.

Lin Yun naturally didn't know at this time.

However, Yao Qisheng did his best and spent a lot of money to bring valuable herbs for Lin Yun, bath and heal his wounds, and get rid of the dark diseases left by the battle in the past few days.

"Brother Lin, how do you feel?"

At this moment, Lin Yun just bathed and changed clothes, and for three consecutive days, the herbs continued, and finally Lin Yun's physical strength was restored to its peak state again.

"There's Brother Lao Yao."

Lin Yun said. But when I thought about it, I was a little embarrassed. Time unconsciously, another three days have passed, I don't know if Ziling is okay now, but thinking that Zhong Wuji is here, there should be no mistakes.

As for Linglong......

That decision resurfaced in Lin Yun's mind, and he felt a pain in his heart.

"You're welcome. But it was Brother Lin's integrity that really infected Yao. Although I, Yao Qisheng, am not a hero, I always have the bottom line I stick to in my heart. But sometimes, you can't help but be powerless. After all, I'm behind too much. And Brother Lin, you have done a lot of things that I want to do but can't, and you are really a big piece of people's hearts. Sometimes, I have the urge to abandon my pen and follow Rong, enter this river and lake, walk on a journey, learn from Brother Lin, and become a real chivalrous man. Yao Qisheng talked eloquently. However, Lin Yun knew that this was just a joke.

"If you give up your pen, you're really wrong. Martial arts can eliminate evil, but it cannot awaken people's hearts. Brother Yao, you are the real one who has a long way to go. ”

Lin Yun responded, just in time to see that more and more people were in a hurry on the street at this time, as if something strange had happened.

"What's going on?" Lin Yun asked.

"Oh, it's just that the city is more lively today, the eleven cities of the Wu Zhou Kingdom, and the young talents in each city have all led the guests from their families to come here and set up a cultivator alliance. is known as the Thief Alliance, but now it is just a matter of deciding who is the leader of the alliance. Yao Qisheng said without surprise, as if he didn't care much about this matter.

"Hehe, too, in today's cultivation world, there is always a lot of love to talk about high and low."

Lin Yun said lightly.

Just like the Wanfa Conference that day, a fight was made to determine the winner and loser, and then the name was given. Originally, this kind of conference should have been determined by big forces such as Tianjimen or Yin-Yang Tianfu, but they were born out of thin air and seized it.

As soon as he thought of this, another name appeared in Lin Yun's mind. It is the Holy Heavenly Machine, as well as the Snow Wind Singing and the Ink Dance. I don't know if they're here now.