"Negotiate conditions?"

Han Lin paused, and his expression was a little abrupt. Even with the addition of the three of them, the Lingyue disciples are relatively at the bottom of these four sects.

After all, the people of the other three sects are all disciples of the ninth layer of qi training, and in the Lingyue Sect, the disciples who entered this secret realm were originally led by Jin Zhifei, and Jin Zhifei was also a ninth layer of qi training.

It's a pity that Jin Zhifei disappeared before he was about to leave, and it is possible that he was transferred by the family behind him. However, no matter what happened, Jin Zhifei's sudden disappearance interrupted the original plan of the Lingyue Sect.

Originally, one Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer disciple led two Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer disciples, as well as three Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer teams, but finally became two Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer disciples, plus four Qi Cultivation Sixth Layers.

This strength can be said to have decreased sharply, especially when compared to other sects. Now that the sect that has entered this secret realm, the strength of the Mountain Moving Sect is the strongest, one is a ninth-level qi practitioner, and another is the peak of the eighth-layer qi training, and the rest of the disciples also have their own means.

The second is the Sword Sect, and the Sword Cultivator is the strongest among the monks of the same level, especially the leader of the Sword Sect, Dongfang Cheng. Legend has it that he was born on the Sword Sect Mountain, and when he was born, the Sword Sect washed the sword in the table with ten thousand swords, as if surprised and happy.

It is rumored that this person is the reincarnation of a sword immortal, and he can speak in less than half a month, and his tongue is full of sword lotus. At the age of five, wandering in the mountains, he obtained a fairy sword, named Mo Yuan, and since then he has soared into the sky, overpowering the rest of the disciples in the Sword Sect.

This person has a deep fortune and talent, and his status in the Sword Sect is so high that he has the qualifications to be the head of the next generation of the Sword Sect.

Among the disciples who entered the secret realm this time, if it was hard power, Dongfang Cheng who pulled out the Moyuan Sword was the strongest.

It's just that the remaining people of the Sword Sect have only two monks who have just entered the eighth layer of Qi training, and their overall strength is inferior to that of the Mountain Moving Sect.

And with the current strength of the Lingyue Sect, it is a few points stronger than the Iron Refining Sect with one less person, and the strength in this sense is only an advantage in numbers, and the strength is limited.

Now the situation of the Lingyue Sect in this secret realm can be described as standing conscientious, walking on thin ice, and if you are not careful, you will be attacked by these sects.

Han Lin was thinking about it, and the few people in front of him paused, and when he looked up, he found that there were several people in front of him who stopped in front of them.

There were three of them, the leader of whom had a calm face, a broad forehead and a sharp chin, like an awl, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes, oozing with a cold light like a poisonous snake, which made people feel uncomfortable at a glance.

The other two were tall and short, tall and thin, like bamboo poles, and short and fat, like buckets. The two of them stood beside the gloomy man, with the same solemn faces, looking at Han Lin and the others.

"These three people are the people of the Mountain Moving Sect. ”

Han Lin's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately recognized the identities of these three people.

At the entrance of the secret realm, this gloomy man is the first person behind the head of the Mountain Moving Sect, and this person is the leader of the Mountain Moving Sect in the secret realm, and he is not born!

Rong Wusheng is extremely insidious and scheming, even in the Mountain Moving Sect, his reputation is also very poor, except for a few disciples, the rest of the people are respectful of him.

And the fat and thin people beside him are the people who are most attached to him, and they use them as backers and have gained a lot of cultivation resources. In addition, these two people are extremely talented, so they are also well-known in the Mountain Moving Sect.

The fat one is called the fat dragon, and the thin one is called the thin tiger.

"Yo, aren't these the junior brothers and sisters of the Lingyue Sect?"

"Why? It's finally here? Why is there no one missing?"

Rong Wusheng looked at it pretendedly, a pair of cold eyes swept over everyone, Han Lin only felt that this person's gaze stayed on him for a moment, and then quickly left.

After all, an ordinary disciple of the seventh level of qi refining was not worth mentioning in front of a cultivator like him who practiced the ninth layer of qi.

However, Han Lin didn't care about this, he was originally a person who didn't like to be showy, if it weren't for Du Xiaomei, he might still have been practicing in Lingyue Sect for decades, obscure, instead of entering this secret realm with an arrogant identity, and finally ending up betraying the sect and fleeing.

Han Lin thought about regretting it, and he also regretted it. It's just that the choice is never right or wrong! Han Lin has been a person who has been in peace with the sky since he was a child, like duckweed on water, where the wind blows, he goes.

This was the second time Han Lin had made a decision in the true sense, the first time was in that dilapidated ancient temple, where he promised to give up the matter of rushing for the exam and follow Du Xiaomei to the Lingyue Sect to practice.

That incident had a great impact on Han Lin, and perhaps Han Lin would remember it countless years later.

This matter is the same, perhaps mixed with some of Han Lin's private feelings, his faint, seemingly nonexistent feelings for Du Xiaomei......

Mortals are not immortals after all, and who can completely cut off all feelings?

In the end, Rong Wusheng stopped his gaze on Du Xiaomei's body, and the disciples of the Lingyue Sect present took Du Xiaomei's cultivation as the highest, practicing qi at the eighth level, and faintly made him feel some heart palpitations.

It seems that on this woman's body, there is some kind of sect elder's back hand, and the offender will be beheaded.

But fortunately, in this immortal secret realm, the existence of power beyond the foundation building period is not allowed, so that her back hand has become an ornament.

"This doesn't bother Senior Brother Rong, the disciples of my Lingyue Sect are naturally highly cultivated, and they can come and go freely in this secret realm. ”

Liu Hong's momentum was like a rainbow, he took a step forward, and after bowing with his fists, he said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

This Rong Wusheng obviously took advantage of the weakness of the Lingyue Sect and wanted to come to find bad luck, and also had the intention of persecuting the Lingyue Sect. That Liu Hong, as a disciple of the Lingyue Sect, naturally could not show weakness in his momentum.

"Tut-tut,"

Rong Wusheng shook his head, and after a few syllables of unknown meaning came out of his mouth, his face suddenly changed and became even more gloomy.

"Is there no one in the Lingyue Sect, how can a sixth-level Qi cultivator dare to speak?"

"You!"

Liu Hong's eyes were cracked, his anger rushed to the crown, he gritted his teeth, a pair of iron hands were already held in the air, and the light of faint spiritual power swirled on it.

"What are you!"

Rong Wusheng's eyes showed a sarcastic voice, and in an instant, he waved out a palm, which was just a fluttering palm in front of everyone, and it seemed to have no power.

However, this palm made Liu Hong's expression change greatly, and his eyes showed panic, and he hurriedly blocked a pair of iron arms in front of him. Then, the fluttering palm was imprinted on the iron arm, as if it had broken stone and gold.

Liu Hong just screamed, then flew upside down, slammed into a tree, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a bang, Du Xiaomei's face was cold, the long sword in her hand was unsheathed, exuding an ice-blue light, and the cultivation of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation exploded violently, surging in all directions like a snowstorm sweeping the heavens and the earth.

This cold killing intent was directed at Rong Wusheng.

Du Xiaomei has always attached great importance to the Lingyue Sect, and Liu Hong is a disciple of the Lingyue Sect, and being bullied by the people of the Mountain Moving Sect is slapping the face of the Lingyue Sect.

That's why she resolutely took out the sword, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Rong Wusheng.

"Isn't it, junior sister?"

Rong Wusheng squinted his eyes, looked Du Xiaomei's sword up and down, and a light smile hung on the corner of his mouth,

"Rong doesn't just ......"

"Hit a sixth-layer qi training waste!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there seemed to be thunder and lightning condensation in his eyes, and the powerful aura was as majestic as a mountain, overwhelming everyone.

This aura was so powerful that it instantly overwhelmed Du Xiaomei's breath......