The bamboo building where Sikong Yueling lives, called Qingxin Garden, is located in the inner gate area of Lingxin Valley, a circular hanging island floating in the clouds.

Hanging Island is named after its owner, called Moon Spirit Island. The area is not too large, an adult walks from east to west, about 2,000 steps, and there are all kinds of flowers and trees on the stream, water and springs on it.

In addition, dozens of mortals and a small number of monks live on it, responsible for cleaning and tidying up the hanging island.

At this time, it was early in the morning, the fog had not yet dissipated, and not far from Yueling Island, in mid-air, a flying boat floated in the sea of clouds.

A slender man dressed in white was standing on the deck, playing with an emerald green jade flute.

His long hair hung down behind his head, tied with a white belt, and his whole person looked as warm as jade and graceful.

"After more than three years of retreat, I, Han Yun, have finally broken into the crystallization realm."

"After this exit, I heard that the Lin Valley Lord has broken through to the late stage of the Jindan Realm, then, according to the usual practice, the competition for the position of the next Valley Lord should be almost fast."

"There are a total of five sequence disciples, Ye Song has been moved by me and withdrew from the competition, and now there are three people left, Lin Xinghe and Ji Miaofu have not dealt with me all the time, so only Senior Sister Yueling is left."

He played with the jade flute in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes looked at the hanging island.

"If I can convince Senior Sister Moon Ling and win her support, the possibility of me becoming the next valley lord will be a little more certain."

"I haven't seen you for three years, and now my junior sister should have succeeded in building the foundation." He narrowed his eyes, remembering when he first met the girl five years ago.

At just a glance, his mind was amazed by the face that had not fully grown up at that time, but had already fallen into the city, and he secretly resolved to make him his future Taoist companion.

Behind him stood a bald man in a gray robe with a wrinkled face, standing respectfully with his hands bowed to the side, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Han Yun turned his head to look at the man and chuckled.

"Lin Yan, as the deacon of this Moon Spirit Island, tell me carefully about the things about Senior Sister Moon Spirit in the three years I have been in retreat."

The bald man replied respectfully: "Obey, master......"

He spoke slowly and began to speak.

Half an hour later......

"What? You said that Senior Sister Moon Spirit and a mortal slave are very close? ”

Han Yun stood on top of the floating boat, his originally relaxed and confident expression was instantly gloomy, his warm temperament disappeared, and his murderous intent emanated.

He leaned over slightly, staring at the face of the old man.

"I took so much effort to promote you to the deacon of Moon Spirit Island, and let you take care of my junior sister for me, and that's how you repay me?"

Feeling the killing intent in the eyes of the person in front of him, the cold sweat on the bald man's forehead oozed out drop by drop.

"I'm sorry, master, it was my mistake......"

Han Yun took a deep breath and stopped looking at him, he looked in the direction of Moon Spirit Island, his gaze seemed to be able to pass through the clouds, and saw the mortal boy named "Jiang Fan".

"I didn't expect that after only three years of my retreat, a new fool appeared."

He sneered a few times, and his right hand suddenly exerted force, crushing the valuable jade flute in his hand, and his expression became distorted.

"Dare to get involved in something that belongs to me Han Yun, I don't know the corresponding price, can you afford it?"

Jiang Fan, who was miles away, sneezed violently.

"Strange, is it a cold?" He rubbed his nose and decided to cook himself a bowl of ginger soup when he went back to get rid of the cold.

……

On the flying boat outside the hanging island, Han Yun's face was cloudy, his hands and fists were clenched and released, and his breath was short.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"Damn, if it weren't for the fear that Senior Sister Moon Spirit would have a dislike with me, plus the imminent competition for the position of the valley master, countless pairs of eyes were staring at me, I would have to pinch this kid to death with my own hands right now!"

He slapped his palm on the deck of the flying boat, and a deep palm print suddenly appeared on it.

He turned his gaze to the bald man and said, "Give you a chance to atone for your crimes, and bring that kid's head over." ”

Facing Han Yun's gaze, the bald man's scalp tightened, and he stammered, "I'm sorry, master, I'm ...... I can't. ”

Seeing that the expression of the man in front of him became more and more gloomy, he hurriedly explained: "That kid has a defensive magic weapon given by the Lord of Moon Spirit Island, and his subordinates can't break it......"

"Rubbish!" Han Yun scolded angrily and took several deep breaths before resisting the urge to shoot this big man to death on the spot.

A Qi Refining Realm Nine Heavens, unexpectedly helpless a mortal who has no cultivation.

He rubbed his brow and began to fall into thought.

After a moment, his eyes lit up.

"By the way, I can let Ye Song take action on my behalf, since he has withdrawn from the competition for the position of the valley master, he naturally won't care about these effects."

Thinking of this, Han Yun looked at the bald man and said, "You condense that kid's appearance and the location where he lives on the island with aura. ”

The bald man naturally did the same.

After remembering Jiang Fan's appearance firmly, Han Yun waved his hand: "Go back and continue to monitor Sikong Yueling." ”

After the Great Han left, he turned the direction of the flying boat and sailed straight to the hanging island where the other sequence disciple was.

About half an hour later, the outline of the hanging island called Songyi Island had already appeared in front of him.

When the flying boat traveled to the sky above Songyi Island, Han Yun shook his hand and shrunk the flying boat into his sleeve, and the person fell directly into the hanging island.

"Senior Brother Ye Song, can you let me go in and talk about it."

The sound was transmitted directly into the ears of a meditating man inside a stone formation in the center of the island in a special way.

The man has a thin face, a high nose, a scar on his left eye that splits his eyebrows in two, his lips are pursed, and his long hair is tied back at will. Dressed in dark red clothes, it seemed to be soaked in blood, and there was a kind of evil aura in his eyebrows and eyes.

He was one of the five sequence disciples of the Spirit Heart Valley, ranking fourth Ye Song.

Hearing Han Yun's transmission, Ye Song was a little puzzled in his heart.

"It's strange, Senior Brother Han has only been gone for a short time, why did he turn back again?"

Doubts are doubts, he still got up, pinched his fingers, and the stone formation opened, welcoming the other party in.

Seeing that the other party's expression was gloomy and his face was murderous, Ye Song asked suspiciously:

"Senior Brother Han, I haven't seen you for just half an hour, what happened?"

Seeing the other party's inquiry, Han Yun remembered the previous incident in his heart, his face became even more gloomy, he took a deep breath, did not ink, and said straight to the point:

"Senior Brother Ye, I want to ask you to help me kill someone."

Ye Song frowned slightly, and said, "In the agreement you and I reached before, it doesn't seem that there is such a thing as helping you kill people, right?" ”

"I know!" Han Yun interrupted him impatiently: "Help me do this, and I will give you an extra half percent of the immortal cultivation resources I promised before." ”

"Oh?" Ye Song's eyes lit up: "Who is it?" ”

Han Yun waved his hand, and the spiritual power condensed between the two, forming a picture, and there was a person in the picture, whose face was the same Jiang Fan he had seen on Yueling Island before.

"What strength?"

"A mortal slave."

"Vannu?" Ye Song was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Yun with a smile and said, "It's just a mortal slave who has no strength, is it worth your Han Yun's effort?" Let's be straight, what is the background of this kid? ”

"No background...... Han Yun shook his head and said, "If you have to say it, Sikong Yueling can barely be regarded as one." ”

Hearing this name, Ye Song said disdainfully: "Sikong Yueling? It's okay, it's just a mid-stage cultivation in the foundation realm, and you can't stop me......" He suddenly frowned: "You have obviously broken through to the crystallization realm, why don't you just take action yourself?" ”

Han Yun sighed and said, "Originally, I wanted to do it myself, but there are rules in the valley that you can't arbitrarily attack other people's mortal slaves without a valid reason, otherwise you will be punished by the Discipline Hall." ”

Ye Song was puzzled: "Just that little punishment, will you Han Yun care?" ”

"Although the punishment is not painful, this is a critical period for the position of the valley master, and I don't want to make a fuss and let the other guys find a point where they can attack me."

Ye Song sneered: "Sure enough, it's you...... Okay, I'll take this matter and tell me, where is this person now? ”

Han Yun took a deep breath, his face a little hideous.

"Moon Spirit Island!"