Lin Xuan's gaze followed the prestige and nodded: "Yes." ”

The three elders are dedicated to the public, and they would rather offend the four elders than protect him to the death, so as not to let the Lin family lose talents, which gives him a pretty good impression.

Since the other party has spoken, this bit of face will naturally be given.

"I owe you a great favor!"

Lin Liangquan glanced at him deeply, and his eyes became more and more satisfied.

Lin Xuan's move made him think that Lin Xuan would remember his kindness, and he also understood the righteousness of the people, and knew the importance of Lin Yuanlong to the Lin family, so even if he had a grudge, he chose to let it go.

This kind of person has strength, is decisive when he should be tough, and can take into account the overall situation, which can be described as the best choice for the head of the family.

Next time, be sure to propose at the Council of Elders that he be a candidate for the head of the house!

"The third elder is polite. ”

Lin Xuan just smiled indifferently: "It's just a small role, there is no difference between killing and not killing." ”

Perhaps in the eyes of others, offending a royal-level genius and letting the tiger return to the mountain is a sign of stupidity.

But for him who has a system, what is a royal-level genius?

Killing Lin Yuanlong is no different from killing those four subordinates.

In other words, in his eyes, Lin Yuanlong is just a powerful subordinate, that's all!

"Goo!"

Hearing this, Lin Liangquan's face was stunned, and he almost choked to death by his own saliva!

Imperial genius, small role?

The entire Xingyan Ancient State, you dare to say this!

But thinking of the picture just now, Lin Liangquan could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Indeed, it is not inappropriate to be able to slash the Grandmaster with one sword, and to say such things!

Boom!

Lin Yuanlong's teeth were clenched, and his handsome face was distorted and deformed with anger.

Lin Xuan said this so lightly, as if he was absolutely confident from the bottom of his heart, and he really didn't take him seriously.

A dignified genius, he is looked down upon, but he is powerless to refute it.

This kind of humiliation is worse than killing him!

"Wow!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he spit out a large pool of blood on the spot, coughed violently, and his face was as pale as paper!

.........

"It's just a small role, this is a good way to pretend..."

Hearing this, Lin Beijiang's eyes flashed in the audience, and he wanted to take a few steps forward, laughing loudly that Lin Xuan was just a small role in his eyes, so he pretended to be forced.

But at this moment, his body suddenly stiffened!

"Shen Yun! How could a mortal have Shen Yun!"

In Lin Beijiang's mind, a scream of anger suddenly echoed, shaking his head and almost standing unsteadily.

"Uh... Divine Spirit, what is Shen Yun?"

He asked cautiously.

"Shen Yun! Why does he have Shen Yun? No matter how much ordinary divine weapons are contaminated with the breath of the Divine Mansion, it is impossible to have them, it must be the natal weapon of the Divine Mansion, and only by using all your efforts to cultivate it can stimulate the charm of the weapon!"

The voice didn't bother to answer the question at all, and the whole person lost his soul, and kept muttering to himself: "Could it be that his tattered sword is actually a natal weapon? But how is this possible? The gods strive for perfection, and the natal weapons are all refined from the strange materials of the divine realm, and they will not be corroded by time... What kind of god would use such poor materials to create a natal weapon?"

"Then do I want to make a move?"

Lin Beijiang asked tentatively: "Lord Spirit, before Lin Yuanlong was mighty, but he was slashed and knelt down by Lin Xuan's sword, you still said that it was just a small skill of carving insects, and it could be suppressed by turning your hands, and now... Will I be able to beat him, will I be able to take the initiative?"

"Pick your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

As soon as he heard this, the owner of the voice seemed to be a cat caught in the tail, and immediately woke up from his trance, jumped to his feet in anger, and roared again and again: "You bastard, you want to kill this seat! Shen Yun is the deadly gram of my clan..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to realize something, and quickly changed the subject.

"Hide! Stay away! Don't go near him!"

"Good..."

His greatest confidence was like this, how could Lin Beijiang dare to pretend to be forced, and hurriedly shrank his body into the crowd, for fear of being discovered by Lin Xuan.

It's just that in the midst of dodging, his mind can't help but turn.

"The one who is possessed in me is not the real god, otherwise how could he be afraid of Shen Yun? He just said that Shen Yun is the deadly nemesis of his race... What kind of race is he?"

Lin Beijiang's eyes were puzzled, but he couldn't guess it, but he had gone from unconditional trust at the beginning to quietly keeping an eye in his heart now.

.........

"The battle between Lin Xuan and Lin Yuanlong is very exciting. Our Lin family has produced two real dragons!"

Seeing that Lin Yuanlong was extremely embarrassed, the middle-aged Dharma Protector suddenly spoke, which could be regarded as giving this emperor-level genius a step down and retaining the last trace of dignity.

This sentence is a little bit of a pass.

He looked at the audience area of the small clan meeting again, and said with a smile: "In addition to these two true dragons, I didn't expect that there was also one person in this small clan meeting who gave me a big surprise!

Whew!

Many people followed his gaze.

I saw that in my sight, one after another figures scattered to both sides, obviously knowing that the middle-aged protector was not referring to himself.

When they left the air, in the empty position, only a figure was seen half-crouched, slowly moving in the direction of the outside of the martial arts arena, and the posture was slightly obscene.

This person is Lin Beijiang.

"You're... What are you doing?"

The middle-aged Dharma protector was quite puzzled.

Lin Beijiang fought all the way, every game was absolutely crushed, and his performance was extremely eye-catching, and even he couldn't see through the opponent's strength!

Strength also brought Lin Beijiang's high-spirited confidence, his eyes couldn't wait to grow on his head, and there was a sense of arrogance that Lao Tzu was the best in the world.

Why now, it's a bit like I'm running away quietly, for fear of being discovered by someone?

"Lin Beijiang?"

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, and an interested expression suddenly appeared on his face.

The other party gave him a very peculiar feeling, and he had thought about it before, and finally competed with him.

"Come up and try your hand?"

After trying it, you may be able to perceive the reason why the other party has rapidly improved so much strength in just fifteen days!

"Uh..."

Lin Beijiang turned around and smiled awkwardly.

"Give me control of your body!"

At this time, the voice in his body roared sharply.

"Huh?"

"It's too late to explain! now!"

Lin Beijiang could only obey, and he would relax with all his heart and let the other party control him.

Burst!

The next moment.

I saw that on his body, bursts of black smoke erupted violently, and those black fogs, like the booster fuel of rockets, rushed his whole person out, and disappeared from everyone's sight at an incredible speed, in just two seconds.

Run... Ran away?

Middle-aged Dharma Protector: ......

All of them:......

The family has made a decision, prepared resources to tilt towards you, and tried their best to cultivate you.

You were actually scared like this when Lin Xuan said "try your hand"?

As for it?