In a room in Fang City, two figures hurriedly walked in.

If Lin Xiuwen was in this room, he would find that he could just see the stall where he bought the pamphlet, and even the stall owner's face (情qíng) could be seen clearly.

"Did you find where that kid lives?" asked a bearded man in black.

"Big brother, I found it, and I live in an inn in Fang City. I've asked Hou San to keep an eye out there. One of the two people who entered the door said.

"Good, well done. You continue to watch, you can't do anything in the market, and when he leaves the market, we will get him outside the market. The bearded man in black said fiercely.

"Big brother, why are you staring at him, he looks like a fifth-level Qi Condensing Cultivator, what good things can he have?" asked the other of the two who came in, puzzled.

"Hmph! If you are told to go, you will go. When did the eldest brother lie to you, he is a small Qi Condensing Cultivator, but he can take out twenty medium-grade spirit stones to buy a broken booklet, can there be no good things? Stupid. Hurry up, hurry up!" said the bearded man in black impatiently.

"Big brother, then let's go. The first of the two to speak said. With that, the two turned (身shēn) and left.

A few days later, Lin Xiuwen left Fang City, he seemed to be walking casually, but the person had already entered the jungle.

Suddenly, several sword lights flew in, falling four people, surrounding Lin Xiuwen in the middle. The leader is a middle-aged man with a beard, a pock-faced youth, a black-faced youth, and a horse-faced youth.

Except for the bearded man, who is middle-aged, the others are all in their thirties. All four wore black clothes, and their cultivation ranged from the late to early stage of foundation building.

"I don't know what the seniors are doing with the menacing surrounding?" Lin Xiuwen's face remained unchanged and said unhurriedly.

"Boy, hand over the valuable things you (身shēn) have. The pock-faced man shouted.

The other people didn't speak, their eyes were glued to Lin Xiuwen, conveying the same meaning.

"A few seniors, I'm just a mere condensation period cultivator, what good things can there be on (body shēn), how many people are looking for the wrong person from time to time?" Lin Xiuwen said with a bitter face.

"Dog (fart), boy, we don't talk darkly, we all watch when you buy things in the market. Hand over the things on (身shēn), and we will spare you from death. The pock-faced youth shouted again.

"Third child, what are you talking to him about Rory, don't you just end up with him?" said the horse-faced young man impatiently.

As he spoke, the numb-faced man was about to make a move, and a flying sword flew out from him (body shēn), and the cold light flowed, and he was about to kill Lin Xiuwen.

"Since you seek death, then I will fulfill you. As he spoke, the true yuan in Lin Xiuwen's body flowed, and a powerful momentum emanated.

The faces of the four of them changed greatly, but they didn't expect that they thought it was a fat sheep's condensation stage cultivator, but they actually hid their cultivation.

Among the four, the bearded man was the highest, and his face was shocked.

The momentum on the "fat sheep" (body shēn) is much stronger than him, and the evil aura on (body shēn) is revealed, obviously the person with blood on his hands.

He shouted at the moment: "Brothers, be ruthless, go all out, otherwise we will all have to explain here today." ”

The remaining three were also sword cultivators, sacrificed three flying swords, and killed Lin Xiuwen with sword light.

Lin Xiuwen used his Spiritual Technique to shoot at the four flying swords, and at the same time, his divine consciousness separated from his body, and it was divided into four ways to bombard the sea of consciousness of the four people.

"Ah" was impacted by the huge divine sense, and the four of them were hit hard in an instant, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

The four flying swords landed in an instant, breaking into several pieces.

"Now, do you still want anything from me?" Lin Xiuwen asked playfully, but there was not much warmth in his voice.

"Hmph! Planted in your hands is our back, we admit it!" said the black-faced young man coldly.

"If you want to kill, you have to listen to it!" the horse-faced man also said.

"The second brother is right, if you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect!" the pock-faced man answered.

"Hmph!" The bearded man didn't say a word, glanced at Lin Xiuwen, and snorted coldly.

Lin Xiuwen snorted coldly and said, "You have backbone!" As he spoke, he used his spirit trick and slapped the black-faced man with his backhand.

"Phew!" blood spilled from the black-faced man's mouth, and he spat out the blood at Lin Xiuwen.

"Fourth!" the three shouted.

"You!" Then he glared at Lin Xiuwen angrily, his eyes widened, and he wanted to eat his (flesh) and drink his blood.

"How do you want to die?" Lin Xiuwen waved his hand to spread out the blood, he patted it, and asked coldly.

"Hmph, what do you have to say if you want to kill, it's crooked like a girl", this time it was the pockmarked man who said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, you can be regarded as righteous and righteous, and you have a chance to live. Lin Xiuwen's thoughts turned in his heart, and he said coldly.

Of course it's good to be alive.

"You can have such a good heart?" said the pock-faced man in disbelief.

The eyes of the four of them flashed, pretending not to care, but their ears were pricked up.

Lin Xiuwen didn't speak, he wanted to control the atmosphere. Anyway, these people are controlled by the spirit magic, and they are not afraid that they will turn out of the sky.

There was a dead silence all around, except for the sound of their breathing.

They waited for a long time, but they didn't see Lin Xiuwen speak again, waiting for the most painful, waiting for others to decide their own life and death, it was even more painful, they became more and more irritable, and their clothes were faintly wet with sweat.

For a long time, the bearded man sighed, pondered, and asked, "What do you want?"

The four of them stared straight at Lin Xiuwen.

"I just ask you if you want to live?" Lin Xiuwen didn't answer directly, as if he couldn't see their expressions, and said lightly.

The forest fell silent again, and several people exchanged glances.

"What do you want us to do?" I don't believe you have no purpose," the bearded man asked.

"It's very simple, make a bloody oath and recognize me as the Lord!" Lin Xiuwen said coldly.

The people here have (情qíng) and righteousness, which is very rare in the world of cultivating immortals, and Lin Xiuwen doesn't want to kill them. It just so happened that it was time for me (身shēn) to collect a few people who would handle trivial matters.

"No way! I won't say yes. The bearded man flatly refused.

"That is, how likely is it for us to recognize you as the master?" said the pock-faced man loudly.

"Hmph. The black-faced man snorted coldly.

"You figure it out, it's not me begging you, it's whether you want to live or not!" Lin Xiuwen snorted coldly.

"You", but the faces of the four people changed, and they remembered that they were already on someone else's chopping board.

Lin Xiuwen didn't say more, sat there with his eyes closed, and gave the four of them some time to think.

If in the end they still don't agree, he won't stay anymore. Monk Zhuji, hmph, it's not like he hasn't killed.

The evil aura on Lin Xiuwen (身shēn) was inadvertently revealed, and the faces of the four of them changed.

After a long time, suddenly, the horse-faced man sighed and said, "Big brother, let's recognize him as the master." ”

"Shut up", the bearded man's eyes froze, staring at the horse-faced man, faintly fierce, and disappointed.

"Second brother, do you know what you're talking about. The pock-faced youth shouted loudly.

The black-faced man looked at the horse-faced man with a cold face.

The horse-faced young man felt the cold expression of his brothers, his face was full of bitterness, he sighed again, and choked up: "Big brother, the third, the fourth, it's not that Zhao Er is greedy for life and afraid of death, let's die, what about our hatred? I haven't forgotten the hatred of killing my son and taking my wife!" As he spoke, Zhao Er's eyes were red, and he was excited, and his face was full of ferocity.

Hearing Zhao Er say this, the bearded man fell silent and didn't say a word.

The pock-faced young man looked hateful and muttered, "Yes, I can't die, I have to take revenge." ”

The black-faced young man had a hideous face, and his expression was full of pain, as if he was remembering something.

The horse-faced young man choked up again: "Big brother......"

The bearded man swept everyone's faces, he sighed, and it seemed to sound the scene of the year, the color of pain flashed, and then the look of determination was revealed, and he said in a deep voice to Lin Xiuwen: "Okay! We recognize the Lord! However, we have one condition. ”

"You'd better figure it out, now we're talking about whether you're going to die or you're going to live!" Lin Xiuwen opened his eyes and said coldly.

After a pause, he continued: "I forgot to tell you, my name is Lin Xiuwen!"

The faces of the four of them changed greatly!

"You are Lin Xiuwen?" the pock-faced young man gasped and said in shock.

The black-faced young man also had constricted pupils and looked frightened.

The horse-faced young man also opened his mouth wide, and he looked afraid. It turned out to be this killing god!

"It turned out to be you! We don't complain if we lose," the bearded man said with a bitter face, his head bowed, and his voice hoarse: "We confess the Lord!"

(End of chapter)