Wang Lin was waiting to study, suddenly there was a low groan behind him, he pinched the trick with his right hand, shot a golden light, shot on the flying sword, turned around and looked, only to see Zhang Hu open his eyes, he saw Wang Lin stunned, quickly stood up, looked around, and finally suddenly looked directly at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hand, his face appeared happy, and said: "He ...... Dead?"

Wang Lin chuckled, nodded and said, "Well, Zhang Hu, you didn't recognize me just now, you must be afraid of him, right?"

Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes and stared for a while, and said excitedly: "He is really dead, Wang Lin, this is not the place to talk, wait until I get rid of these people, and then we will talk about the past." ”

After speaking, he raised his right hand, and suddenly three fireballs appeared.

Liu San and the others around were already completely shocked, everything they saw just now was a scene that would never appear in a dream in this life, and at this time, seeing another fireball on Zhang Hu's hand, he immediately showed a look of horror.

As for the black-clothed people around them, they looked at Zhang Hu cautiously one by one, and their eyes also showed fear.

Wang Lin frowned, and was about to speak, Zhang Hu took a step ahead of him, and the three fireballs quickly dispersed, and the target was not Liu San and other powerful dart people, but those black-clothed people around him.

Under the absolute power, the fate of these mortals was like ants, they did not have the slightest ability to fight back, together with Song Xing who fell to the ground, they instantly turned into nothing, and the heat wave overflowed, and several golden blood beads strangely did not dissipate with the corpse, but floated out and were swallowed by Zhang Hu in one bite.

Liu San and the others were scorched by the heat wave, and the skin on their bodies cracked, but they didn't dare to move.

Seeing Zhang Hu sacrifice three more fireballs, Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "Zhang Hu, don't kill anymore!"

Zhang Hu glanced back at Wang Lin and said: "If these people don't kill, I'm afraid that they will go back and talk nonsense, what you killed just now is my master, he is the sixth disciple of the old man Jimo, if it is tracked down, you and I will not escape death." ”

The middle-aged scholar was still calm among the few surviving people, he gritted his teeth at this time, and hurriedly said: "Two immortal elders, we swear that we will not talk nonsense, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hu frowned and sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't help you then, I will draw your soul to refine, and everything will be clear." Although he said it to the middle-aged scholar, his eyes looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and suddenly the bodies of the six or seven surviving people rose into the air uncontrollably and floated in front of Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu put away the fireball and stood aside without speaking.

Wang Lin took out a piece of jade slip from the storage bag, this jade slip was all the mantras of the condensation period four to nine that he had exchanged with insolence in the trade fair he had attended with Wang Hao when he was in the Hengyue faction.

At the beginning, he looked through it and vaguely remembered that there was a spell called the Divine Transformation Technique, which could dispel the memories of the other party.

Concentrating on the careful search, and finally found the record of the magic of the gods, Wang Lin took a look, put away the jade slip, the blue light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly everyone's eyes were confused, and the blue mangs slowly appeared in their eyes, and after a long time, the blue mangs disappeared, and several people looked sluggish and fell to the ground.

Zhang Hu sighed secretly and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

Wang Lin cast the magic spell of transformation, glanced at Zhang Hu, his body moved, quickly rose into the air, and flew into the distance. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spit out a gold bead in his mouth, stepped on it, and followed.

The two Changhongs flew in the air for a long time, Zhang Hu was slightly out of breath, and landed on the top of a mountain, Wang Lin looked as usual, and fell lightly.

Zhang Hu calmed his breath, found a place to sit down, took out two sweet potatoes from the storage bag, handed one to Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "This is my bake, you see how it tastes." ”

Wang Lin took the sweet potato, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene ten years ago, when the two teenagers knew each other in the room of the registered disciples of the Hengyue Sect.

"After I left the Hengyue Sect, I didn't go home, but wandered around, preparing to find another sect of cultivating immortals, and finally by chance, I took a spirit grass, and I unknowingly reached the cultivation of the first layer of the Qi Condensation Period, which is a loss to the weasel's booklet. After that, I met Bai Zhan, Bai Zhan is my master, he saw that I had the cultivation of the first layer of the condensation period, and did not kill me, but accepted me as a disciple and helped him collect mortal essence blood, this Bai Zhan planted poison in my body, and life and death were controlled by him.

I didn't recognize you just now, because he was around, but fortunately you killed him, and when he died, this poison also died, and I was finally freed. Zhang Hu took a bite of the sweet potato and briefly talked about his experience in the past ten years.

Wang Lin was quite emotional, Zhang Hu said it briefly, which seemed to be an understatement, but his expression was faintly melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past ten years.

Zhang Hu's eyes showed envy, and said: "Wang Lin, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years, can you kill my master, you must have already built a foundation?" My master's flying sword is very powerful, he once said that it can only exert two-fifths of its power now, but just like that, there is no one to do below the foundation building period. ”

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't built a foundation yet, what is the origin of this flying sword?"

Zhang Hu glanced at Wang Lin in surprise, didn't ask more, but thought about it carefully, and said: "It seems that he mentioned it once, saying that he obtained it by virtue of great chance in a cave, and he has always regarded it as a treasure. By the way, there is also the scabbard, which is also a treasure, and the master cares several times more about the scabbard than about the flying sword. I have heard the master say that except for him, no one can re-practice unless he reaches the stage of knotting. ”

Wang Lin found a stone and sat down, muttered a little, and said, "Tell me about that old man in Jimo, let's take precautions." ”

Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said: "The old man of Jimo is a loose cultivator, it is said that he has reached the stage of knotting, and he is the most short-term, this time Bai Zhan is dead, he will definitely track it down." You'd better go back to the Hengyue faction immediately, I don't care, it's a big deal to go to Fujijia City to hide, presumably the old man Jimo doesn't dare to be arrogant in Fujijia City, as long as I don't go out, there shouldn't be any danger. ”

Wang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "The Hengyue Sect has already existed in name only. ”

Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "I heard about this, four years ago, the Xuandao Sect robbed the mountain gate of the Hengyue Sect, but didn't the disciples of the Hengyue Sect migrate? Why, you are not among the migrants?"

Wang Lin was reluctant to talk about this topic and asked, "What is the place of Fujijia City?"