Han Lin didn't speak again, he was silent at the moment, although his heart was already turbulent, his face was still calm.

He just turned to look at Jiao Yang, who didn't say a word, like a wood carving, and after a while, he walked in front of Jiao Yang and put the wisp of black hair in his hand in front of Jiao Yang.

With a plop, Han Lin closed his eyes and knelt directly in front of the expressionless Jiao Yang, kowtowing his head heavily, splashing mud all over the ground.

Knock!

Han Lin closed his eyes and kowtowed three times in a row. After knocking, he looked at the silent Jiao Yang, and he knelt quietly as if he had forgotten how to speak.

Han Lin was quick-witted, and when he searched for Luo Sheng yesterday but couldn't find it, he already had a guess:

Luo Sheng had no enemies in this sect, after all, he had never left Jiao Yang's side. Therefore, it is only possible that he suffered from the disaster of the pond fish, and was implicated by Jiao Yang or Han Lin.

And Jiao Yang has only one enemy in the Lingyue Sect, and that is the core disciple Chen Mo. But Chen Mo has not made a move against Jiao Yang for so many years, and it is impossible for him to suddenly have an accident before the secret realm is about to be born, and provoke right and wrong.

So in this way, there is only one possibility left, that is, this person is coming for Han Lin.

"The core disciple Jin Zhifei, and this inner disciple named Li Han. ”

A dangerous glint flashed in Han Lin's eyes. Luo Sheng is his friend, and Han Lin wants to avenge him even if he fights for this life.

Anyway, Han Lin had already made up his mind to completely break away from the Lingyue Sect, and when the time came, no matter whether he killed the disciples of the Lingyue Sect or not, he would be hunted down by the Lingyue Sect.

If he, Han Lin, didn't kill this bastard named Li Han, he would not be a man.

The two of them have been maintaining this kind of movement, Han Lin knelt and Jiao Yang sat still, without a ray of light in his eyes, like a walking corpse.

I don't know how long it took, Jiao Yang's huge body suddenly moved, he slowly stretched out his palm, took the black hair in Han Lin's palm, and stared at it with a pair of small eyes, as if through this strand of black hair, he saw the little boy who used to revolve around him in the past.

He will carefully bring food to himself when he is sad, and he will deliberately tease himself to make himself happy when he is gloomy.

Luo Sheng is not his own relatives, but he has already overcome the existence of his relatives. In this huge Lingyue Sect, apart from Luo Sheng, only Han Lin could still say a few words.

Jiao Yang suddenly grinned, but there was suddenly a crystal tear in his eyes. With a snap, the tear rolled to the ground and disappeared in an instant.

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, which broke through the sky as if there was endless rage.

Rumble!

Jiao Yang slammed his fist into the ground, making a small hole in the ground.

Boom Boom Boom!

He threw several more punches in a row, punching harder than punch, hitting his skin open, his whole hand was already bloody and fleshy, and Han Lin even heard the sound of Jiao Yang's palm bone cracking.

But Jiao Yang didn't care at all, he punched viciously, as if he was his enemy in front of him, and every punch he threw was on that person's body.

"Senior Brother......

Han Lin called softly, but Jiao Yang turned a deaf ear and still pounded the ground in front of him on his own. It's just that with his current cultivation at the first level of Qi, doing so is undoubtedly only hurting himself.

"Senior brother!"

Han Lin roared angrily, he knelt on the ground, crawled to Jiao Yang's body, and exerted his spiritual power to stop Jiao Yang's fist.

"Senior brother. ”

Han Lin shouted again, wanting to wake up Jiao Yang, who had gone mad. This sound, like thunder and lightning, crossed the dark sky and crossed Jiao Yang's mind, making his eyes gradually return to clarity.

Jiao Yang withdrew his fist, a wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly looked at the sky, at this moment the dark clouds in the sky were gradually about to disperse, and a ray of sunlight cut through the clouds, as if opening the sky and splitting the earth, it was extremely spectacular.

The light like broken gold sprinkled on Jiao Yang's body, but it didn't bring a trace of warmth, but it made him feel a chill in his heart, and there was an unconcealable ambiguity all over his body......

"Xiao Luo, Jiao Ye swears here that he will take revenge!"

Jiao Yang shook his head, gritted his teeth, and his eyes cracked, as if blood was about to drip from his eyes.

"Senior brother, I'll take revenge for this revenge!"

Han Lin knelt on the ground, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was swearing, his shallow voice made Jiao Yang unconsciously look up at him.

"Xiao Linzi. ”

Jiao Yang called Han Lin softly, and then stopped talking.

"Senior brother, don't say much, this matter started because of Han, and Han naturally wants to recover this debt with his own hands. ”

"Wait, a little longer, a little longer, and that's my chance. ”

"When the time comes, I will present Li Han's head to pay tribute to Xiao Luo. ”

Han Lin closed his eyes, and opened them again in an instant, as if there was a burst of light shooting out of his eyes.

Jiao Yang laughed miserably, he looked at Han Lin with lost eyes, and after a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and took out a green tile-colored vial from his arms.

Jiao Yang knocked the cork away with one palm, and then the aroma of wine overflowed, and Han Lin only felt a sense of intoxication coming to his face.

This wine is the fruit wine that Jiao Yang used to entertain him when Han Lin first came to Lingyue Sect, but he didn't expect it to be so long. was a mortal at the beginning, but now he can be regarded as a successful cultivator.

Jiao Yang put the vial to his mouth and took a sip of it, the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care about it, his eyes were red, and he handed the vial directly in front of Han Lin.

Han Lin took the vial, looked at it, his eyes showed determination, and then poured the remaining wine in the bottle into his mouth in one gulp. This mouthful was poured too quickly, and even choked Han Lin, his face was red from choking, and he kept coughing.

Han Lin used to be just a poor scholar, and he rarely even drank alcohol, let alone drank so much.

Jiao Yang looked at Han Lin's embarrassment, and suddenly there was a smile on his face, this was the first time in two days that such a smile appeared on Jiao Yang's face, a pure smile. It's as if you've forgotten all your grief and left everything behind.

Han Lin also smiled, he put the green tile vial to his mouth and licked the mouth of the bottle, although he didn't say a word, his eyes were full of memories and reluctance.

Jiao Yang is a smart person, from Han Lin's words, he already has a guess, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

Han Lin dared to say so unscrupulously that he wanted to take the head of an inner disciple, but he was afraid that he already had the intention of betraying the sect. He knew that Han Lin must have hidden many secrets, after all, no matter how talented a person was, without the assistance of a large number of spirit stones and pills, it was impossible to improve his cultivation so quickly.

It's just that there is no secret in whom, he and Han Lin are friends, and friends have heart-to-heart fellowship, so why care about everything else. The word friend is enough.

It's just that he has a total of two friends in this Lingyue Sect, Xiao Luo is dead, and Han Lin is about to leave. All of a sudden, I'm going to be alone.

How can you drink this wine, so spicy in your throat?