Han Lin was silent, he looked at Li Han, who was already dead of anger at this moment, and his heart was extremely calm, there was neither the pleasure of revenge nor any other feeling.

Looking at the blood stains that had solidified in Li Han's mouth and nose, and the round eyes that seemed to be dead, Han Lin only felt that this person was also a pitiful person.

single-mindedly regarded Jin Zhifei as the king he assisted, perhaps he himself was immersed in the novels of those kings and generals. But he didn't expect that he had never been taken to heart by Jin Zhifei, and he was given up almost instantly.

For such a person who is so persistent that he is almost mad, death is not what he fears the most, but being abandoned by the people he is loyal to is the thing that kills his heart.

But these are none of Han Lin's business, what he did today is just to avenge his friend Luo Sheng.

Han Lin's eyes were calm, and when he came to Li Han's body, he picked up the yellowed book, flipped through it casually, and then turned his palm into a knife, slashed at Li Han's head, and cut off a strand of black hair on his forehead.

At the beginning, this person killed Luo Sheng, and only returned a strand of black hair, and today Han Lin killed him, as long as he had this strand of black hair on his forehead, he went to pay tribute to Luo Sheng.

Han Lin took this strand of long hair, rode the night like water, and trotted all the way back to the foot of Lingyue Peak, in his hut.

Jiao Yang was still here at this moment, he looked at Han Lin, who was still panting all the way back from trotting, and was extremely speechless.

The two looked at each other in silence, as if the air had frozen. A moment later, Jiao Yang suddenly burst out laughing, and this laughter instantly filled the entire wooden house.

Han Lin could hear it clearly, the laughter was so complex, overflowing with sadness and relief......

Smiling and smiling, Jiao Yang threw the gourd in his hand to Han Lin, what was contained was the wine that Luo Sheng had brewed at the beginning, and only this half of the gourd was left, and it was gone after drinking.

Han Lin took the gourd in his hand and took a sip of it, this fruit wine was cool in his throat, which could not only relieve fatigue, but also overflowed with the aroma of mountain fruits.

Jiao Yang got up slowly, his huge body walked towards Han Lin like a small mountain, he stretched out his palm, took the black hair in Han Lin's hand, and walked out of the door alone.

Han Lin held the gourd in his hand, sighed lightly, and silently followed behind Jiao Yang.

He knew where Jiao Yang was going, Luo Sheng's tomb. The distance is not very far, about fifty steps away from this wooden house, it was set up by Han Lin and Jiao Yang after getting the wisp of Luo Sheng's widow that day.

"Xiao Luo, rest in peace, Xiao Linzi, he avenged you. ”

Jiao Yang's eyes softened, and he hung the strand of black hair on the grave. It is said to be a grave, but it is just a small dirt bag, and the newly turned soil, in just a few days, has grown some nameless grass, which looks vigorous.

"Jiao Ye told you, Xiao Luo, Jiao Ye also contributed, Jiao Ye gave Xiao Linzi all the good wine you brewed, and finally half a gourd, he was blessed. ”

Jiao Yang almost trembled and said this, he babbled and talked endlessly, as if what was standing in front of him was not a lonely grave, but the living Luo Sheng.

Han Lin didn't speak, he just silently took a step forward, slowly poured the gourd in his hand, poured out a little fruit sprinkle, and poured it in front of Luo Sheng's stele.

Han Lin didn't know when he lay down, he only felt that this was the heaviest night he slept on except for the day he first came to Lingyue Sect.

It wasn't until the second day, when the sun was three poles, that Han Lin heard the huge bronze ancient bell ringing at the top of Lingyue Peak, that he slowly got up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Jiao Yang, who was sleeping soundly at the moment.

Han Lin's eyes were calm, he respectfully clenched his fists at Jiao Yang, and only after a few breaths did he get up, his gaze turned into a sharp arrow, and he looked at the top of the mountain fiercely, which was the direction he was about to go......

"Senior brother, Han has taken his leave. ”

With that, Han Lin waved his hand and left.

The moment he turned around, what he didn't see was tears falling from Jiao Yang's tightly closed eyes......

Han Lin hurriedly came to the top of Lingyue Peak, his eyes swept away, at this moment, the inner disciples here had already arrived, and Han Lin was the last to arrive.

However, everyone didn't have any complaints, and while they all looked at him, they quickly withdrew their gaze, except for the woman named Tang Qian.

The woman's gaze swept over Han Lin like aggression, as if she was looking at her prey, making Han Lin uncomfortable, and she frowned and hid behind Liu Hong.

Qing Song saw that the disciples who were going to the secret realm had been assembled at this time, so he didn't say a word, smiled at Han Lin slightly, and took out a palm-sized wooden piece from his sleeve.

Qing Song threw the wooden boat into the air, and the wooden boat rose in the wind, and it turned into a dozen zhang in size and floated in mid-air. The wooden ship was not much different from ordinary mortal ships, except that on the sides of its side, there were some mysterious charms carved into it.

"Everyone, go ahead. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the green pine took the lead in stepping onto the wooden boat, sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Immediately followed by the two major sect elders of Ziyun and Zilin, one on the left and one on the right, sat beside Qing Song.

The stakes are high this time when the Immortal Secret Realm is born, and the other sects must also be at the end of their high-end combat power, so they must also keep up. At that time, if there is a dispute between the sects, with them together, they will never suffer.

The three of them got on the wooden boat, and the remaining six Lingyue Sect disciples also showed their magical powers:

Du Xiaomei snorted lightly, and the long sword roared crisply, turning into a ray of blue light, and it came to her feet in an instant. Her whole body turned into rainbow light, and the sound of the breaking wind sounded, and she immediately came to the wooden boat.

Liu Hong shouted angrily, the muscles in his body swelled, and his whole body was filled with the sound of bones and tendons. Behind Han Lin, he could clearly see that Liu Hong's whole person had grown stronger.

He slammed his thighs on the ground, and a pit several feet deep appeared on the ground in an instant, and then, Liu Hong jumped more than ten feet high and jumped onto the wooden boat with lightning speed.

Han Lin's eyes froze, and he sighed secretly in his heart,

"This man is really powerful!"

Then, Chen Mo, dressed in black and holding a long sword, turned into a cloud of black mist, and in the next breath, he had already come to the wooden boat. All of this was done almost quietly, and if Han Lin hadn't been paying attention to him, it would have been impossible to see this scene.

Tang Qian turned around and showed a meaningful smile at Han Lin. Then, gracefully, she lifted her slender foot and stepped step by step towards the wooden boat.

It was as if in this void, there was a staircase that could not be seen by the naked eye, supporting her forward.

As for Gu Qi, Han Lin's pupils shrank, and this person didn't know when, he had already boarded the wooden boat, and he was looking at him with a smile on his face at the moment.

Now it's your turn.

Han Lin's mind moved, and the monstrous flames turned into shapes, first turning into a fiery snake and hissing, and then, the fiery snake collapsed, and it turned into a staircase, leading straight to the top of the wooden boat......