A steep mountain sits not too far from Syracuse, and it is covered with all kinds of plants, a patch of silver and a hint of green. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Occasionally, a few beast roars came, passing through the mountains and forests, waving layers of snowflakes, which seemed particularly clear in the empty mountain forests, and a group of people lived in this remote and barren place, they were the Shimeng tribe.

The boy who was rescued by Wang Lin was called Amon, and the reason why he was beaten by those Snow Clan disciples was because he accidentally bumped into one of them when he was out of the city after buying medicine for his grandfather.

Wang Lin could see the unwillingness and powerlessness in Ameng's eyes when he spoke, he should be very angry at his incompetence and angry that he couldn't cultivate.

Along the way, except for Amon recounting his own affairs and some things about Syracuse, Wang Lin did not interject a word, and kept listening and thinking carefully.

"Big Brother Demon, we have arrived, this is the tribe I live in. Suddenly, a cheerful voice interrupted Wang Lin's train of thought, and the latter looked up to see a series of simple houses appear in front of him.

The outside of these houses had a high fence, presumably to block the attack of some wild beasts, and a few figures could be faintly seen inside, and their clothes were as tattered as Amon's.

Wang Lin's soul power probed out, covering this small tribe, and everything inside was presented in front of his eyes, and the strongest strength here was only at the level of the late stage of the monarch rank.

"Grandpa, uncles and aunts, I'm back. Amon trotted into the humble tribe and shouted loudly, a happy smile on his face.

"Amon is back, come, let Grandpa see it. An old man came out of a house, and when he saw Amun, he immediately walked over and said dotingly.

And in the other houses, there were also people one after another, men and women, and when they saw Amun, they immediately surrounded him, and they could see that the latter was very fond of him.

"You kid, you said you wouldn't let you go into the city, you want to go, but just come back. A spirited old man pushed through the crowd and walked over from behind, this old man was the late monarch monk that Wang Lin had just explored.

"Patriarch, I'm fine, and you see I brought back medicine for my grandfather. Amon looked at the old man with a smile on his face, and then took out the things that Huazhong only protected.

However, Amon stretched out his hand to expose something, and some bruises on his arms were revealed, which were left by the beating of those Snow Clan disciples at that time, when he protected the medicinal herbs in his arms and his own face, and his arms were naturally outside.

The patriarch of the Shimeng clan was quick-eyed, grabbed Ameng's arm, and said urgently, "What's going on? Are you injured?"

"Hurt?" As soon as Amon's grandfather heard this, he quickly looked at the bruised arm, and immediately said distressedly: "It's really hurt, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Amon glanced at the concerned eyes around him, with a smile on his face, without the slightest fortitude and stubbornness at that time, and said indifferently: "I'm fine, I just fell on the way back." ”

Wang Lin, who was standing in the distance, looked at Amon's appearance and shook his head, this kid is so kind, Ameng told him on the way back not to talk about today's events, saying that he didn't want the people in the clan to worry.

And after Amon finished speaking, those people of the Shimeng clan sighed silently, how could they not see it, but seeing Amun's happy smile with his clothes, these people just nodded and said a few words.

The smile on Amon's face never stopped, and he always smiled at everyone in the Shimeng tribe, whether it was the elderly or those younger than him.

The phrase "leave the joy to others and the pain to yourself" is perfectly illustrated by a teenager.

Amon looked up at Wang Lin, nodded at the latter, and then said, "Patriarch Grandpa, Grandpa, for an uncle and aunt, in fact, I brought a guest over today, you see that." After speaking, he pointed to the place where Wang Lin was.

Everyone then looked at it, and a figure was standing on a rock, and those blood-red eyes made most of these people who had not cultivated feel dull, as if they were about to suffocate.

"Who is he?" The patriarch of the Shimeng clan looked at Wang Lin vigilantly, he had to consider all the people in this position, he had no way to believe that the other party had no malicious intent.

"Patriarch Grandpa, you don't have to worry, this is the big brother of the demon, I met him on the way back, he is a good person. When Amon saw the appearance of the patriarch, how could he not know his thoughts, so he hurriedly said.

Wang Lin's move, Amon has seen it, those disciples of the Snow Clan dare not fight back, if it really angers him, his own tribe will really be finished.

Amon said as he looked apologetically at Wang Lin, and the patriarch of the Shimeng clan slowly relaxed after hearing Amon's words, but he was slack on the surface, and he was still very nervous in his heart.

Wang Lin smiled, jumped off the rock, walked in front of these people, and said softly: "You don't have to be so nervous, I have no malicious intentions, it's just that I just came here and have nowhere to go, I want to stay here for a few days, can I?"

The patriarch of the Shimeng clan looked at Wang Lin for a long time before he smiled and said, "No problem, just stay, as long as you don't think we are shabby here, it's okay to live for as long as you want." ”

In the end, he was a monk in the late stage of the monarch rank, and after observing words and expressions for so many years, he knew at a glance that Wang Lin's cultivation was much higher than him, if such a master really had bad intentions towards them, there was no need to say these polite words.

"Thank you very much. Wang Lin said with his fists clenched, and then was directly pulled by Amon into the place where he and his grandfather lived, and the other people also scattered under the wave of the patriarch of the Shimeng clan.

Amon and his grandfather lived in a very simple place, a small courtyard, only a few houses, after entering, Amon went to decoction, leaving Wang Lin and his grandfather in the house.

"This boy, thank you for saving Amun. As soon as Wang Lin sat down in his chair, he saw Amon's grandfather bending down and saying, and he was about to explain something when he was interrupted by the old man.

"You don't need to say anything, I can see that those injuries didn't come from falling, Amon must have met the people of the Snow Clan, and many people in our tribe have been killed by them over the years, so I can guess when I think about it. ”

The old man sighed embarrassedly, then looked at Wang Lin and said again: "Don't look at him very sensible, he smiles every day, in fact, Amun's child is very pitiful, his parents died after giving birth to him, and I am not his own grandfather." ”

The old man seemed to be recounting the old past, and told Wang Lin about Amun, during which Wang Lin did not speak, listening carefully, and after hearing this, he began to sympathize more and more with this fourteen-year-old boy.

Amon's grandfather raised his head and looked at Wang Lin seriously, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, this action made Wang Lin jump up directly, and quickly helped the old man up, and said softly: "Old man, what are you doing here?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Demon Prince, although it is very cold outside, I can feel it, you are actually very kind inside, and I want to ask you for help with one thing." ”

Wang Lin helped the old man up and sat aside, and then said in a low voice, "You want me to help Amon see the problem of his inability to cultivate, right?"

"Yes, although our Shimeng clan is a very small race, it is not impossible to cultivate, Amun once reached the ninth level of quenching, but then the aura of heaven and earth absorbed disappeared overnight, as if it was swallowed by something. ”

The old man's eyes were solemn, and he slowly told the strange thing that happened to Amon back then, their strength here is limited, and they can't see what Amun's situation is at all, and they don't dare to go outside to find someone to see.

After listening to the old man's words, Wang Lin sat on the chair, constantly thinking about each situation, to be honest, this was the first time he had seen this situation, and it was really incredible that all the cultivation of cultivation disappeared overnight.

"During that time, he didn't eat anything, did he?" Wang Lin said his guess, but the old man rejected it, because Amon had not gone out during that time, and the people here would not harm him.

Wang Lin called Amun, who was decocting the medicine, in, and told him what the old man had requested, and then whispered to him, "Relax your body, let me come and inspect it for you." ”

Amon closed his eyes very obediently and relaxed his body, Wang Lin saw this, slowly probed his soul power into his body, and carefully inspected every place.

"It's such a broad meridian, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be. Wang Lin's soul power flowed through the meridians in Amun's body, and he was both surprised and puzzled when he saw the meridians that were much wider than ordinary people.

The more open the meridians, the faster the speed will be when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and the attack will be very strong, just like Wang Lin, when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the scene is very large.

But how could it be that he couldn't continue cultivating under such good conditions? It was just a question that bothered Wang Lin, but everything was clear after his soul power entered Ameng's Danhai.

Amon's Danhai is also different from ordinary people, his inside is filled with endless brown silk threads, these silk threads are almost spread in every corner, and every wisp of spiritual power that flows in, it will be swallowed by these brown silk threads.

These silk threads brought Wang Lin a lot of oppression, and every trace of brown silk thread seemed to weigh ten thousand catties, and a breath from ancient times was revealed from above.

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At this moment, those silk threads seemed to sense Wang Lin's peeping, and they all rushed up to crush the wisp of soul power, and the soul power was shattered, and Wang Lin, who was standing outside to probe Amon's body, couldn't help but turn pale, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Without saying anything, Wang Lin hurriedly sat aside to heal his wounds, the wounds of his soul power could not be delayed, but fortunately, he had the nourishment of a god-defying weapon such as a soul stone.