Jian Eleven glanced at the mighty old man coldly: "I admire him, but don't you do things if you admire?" Lin Xinhong's choice made me see that there were more important things in his heart than the ancestral sword...... Send all the people who can be used nearby, and you must keep Lin Xinhong's sons and daughters and bring them to me safe and intact. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This may be the only way to make Lin Xinhong succumb. ”

"Yes! The subordinates ordered them to capture the Lin family alive, and if the person who did it accidentally missed and injured Miss Lin, the son of Lin, they would also die. ”

Jian Eleven did not answer immediately, but stared at his subordinates with a pair of cold eyes, his face gloomy, and his tall figure shrouded the mighty old man. The mighty old man only felt numb all over his body under the gaze of Jian Eleven, and felt a chill from the depths of his soul, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he only gritted his teeth to prevent his teeth from fighting.

After a long while, Jian Shiyi said word by word: "There are seven halls of manpower, hundreds of elite cultivators, and three juniors who have only been cultivating for several years...... You, tell me about the accident?" Jian Eleven glanced at his subordinates, shook his head slowly, and his tone was as cold as iron: "I repeat, I said the complete brought, not the accident. ”

The mighty old man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down: "My subordinates are wrong...... Absolutely, absolutely no surprises......"

"Go ahead. ”

Jian Shiyi sighed softly, didn't look back, and said indifferently: "You guys should go too." ”

"Yes!" Huang Weiqiang and Chu Jianqing responded, bowed and took three steps back before their bodies shook and turned into two meteors and headed in one direction.

And Jian Boya did not leave.

"Why don't you go?" Jian Eleven asked, but he didn't turn around, still with his back to his son.

Jian Boya lowered his head and thought for a while before replying, "Child...... I expressed my love to Miss Lin at the beginning. ”

"Huh?"

"It's a lie, but ...... After all, the child said those things. ”

Jian Boya smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe this is a bit hypocritical, but ...... Hehe...... The words that the child said to Miss Lin were of course lies, but Miss Lin's character and temperament were all the best choices, and they were in line with the Taoist couple in her heart that the children expected when they were young. ”

Jian Eleven turned around and looked back at his son coldly: "Are you trying to tell me that you really like Miss Lin?"

"Love, naturally, can't talk about it...... People like me, what kind of love do you talk about......" Jian Boya's handsome face showed a hint of loneliness, and his star-like eyes looked at the night sky, like a poet is better than a sword cultivator, the poet said softly: "Although it is not love, but for Miss Lin, the child is...... Admired ......"

"In any case, unless it is absolutely necessary, the child does not want to confide in the woman he once confided in him...... It's also the only woman who has ever confided in her love, even if it's a lie, but the phrase 'like' is said after all. ”

"Maybe it's just hypocrisy...... But the child is thinking, hypocrisy, hypocrisy, anyway, I am not a gentleman. ”

"Miss Lin is just contemplating, and the little brother of the Lin family is just angry, it doesn't matter if the child goes or not. Ask the father to let the child disobey once. ”

Jian Shiyi was silent for a long time, turned back to look at Qionghua Villa, and then sighed leisurely: "You have a temperament, but you are more like your mother......

"Father was wrong. Jian Boya smiled, raised his head, and said gently: "Mother is a good person." ”

When Jian Boya said this, he lowered his head again and smiled shyly: "And my father and I are not good people." ”

The night sky of the Northland is destined to be gorgeous tonight.

After nine rays of light and shadow shot out from Qionghua Mountain in all directions, dozens of lights and shadows also chased after them.

The flying of the sword is what the sword cultivator is best at, and it can only be mastered by monks above the elixir, even if it is inferior to the speed of the nine lights and shadows, but these nine lights and shadows are only Lin Xinhong's magic ability, and after the interference of Sword Eleven, sooner or later he will be exhausted.

This time besieging Qionghua Mountain, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect came with seven halls of manpower.

The entrance of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is naturally different from the entrance of ordinary small sects, and there are at least three or more monks in any hall.

Although these seven halls were called "Tang", the strength of any of them was above that of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect that had been destroyed.

With the strength equivalent to the ordinary seven sect-level sects, hunting down three juniors who have only cultivated for a few years is simply killing chickens with a knife.

At least, that's what they thought among the pursuers.

Nine rays of light and shadow flew across the sky, like diffuse fireworks.

But no one noticed that in the process of flying by the light and shadow in the northwest direction, three black shadows broke away from the bright and swift light and shadow, and gently dived into the darkness.

When the falling figure was hidden in the darkness, four sword lights swept through the air rapidly, continuing to chase the light and shadow away.

When all the light and shadow were gone, in the darkness, three figures were running quietly and swiftly in one direction near the official road on the ground.

"Little brother, be careful, don't expose the true yuan, Daddy's sword light has led away their monks above the Dan stage, as long as we act carefully, there will be no danger. Lin Qingyu reminded softly.

Lin Qinglan gasped for breath, gritted her teeth and nodded.

Yun Xiao sighed lightly, grabbed Lin Qinglan's arm, and threw Lin Qinglan on his back: "It's because we haven't thought it through, Qinglan hasn't refined her body yet, and she can't keep up with us." ”

Lin Qingyu knew that he had wrongly blamed his younger brother, and glanced at Lin Qinglan apologetically, wanting to say something, but he didn't say it.

Lin Qinglan struggled, and gave up resistance under the suppression of Yun Xiao's firm arm, her eyes were red, and she lay on Yun Xiao's back, her teeth clenched.

Although it is a first-grade pure spiritual root, although it can make moves beyond the ranks, Lin Qinglan is after all a layman who has not yet refined his body, and his physique belongs to the body of a layman who has not yet built a foundation. In the current situation of not daring to use the true yuan, there is no doubt that he is a burden.

This feeling made Lin Qinglan feel a burst of heart-wrenching pain, and he finally understood why his father chose to refine his body and build a foundation before he was fifteen years old, resulting in only a fifteen-year-old baby face so far.

If you let yourself be able to choose, you are willing to practice and cultivate yourself half a year early, even if your height is not as good as now, it is far better than becoming a burden like now.

Much better!

Some things are far more painful than being short for the rest of your life.

It's a lot of pain.

Although it was the running of the hidden true yuan, fortunately, Yun Xiao and Lin Qingyu had both cultivated the innate realm, and their physical strength was better than that of the worldly martial arts masters, and their speed was no less than that of a galloping horse, but it was inferior to flying.

Lin Xinhong had a plan. Although his daughter is married, she must still be inferior to those veteran monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. It was because he clearly used the "Random Flowers to Gradually Charming Eyes" to conjure up nine sword lights, and sent the three people away with one true and eight false, but in fact, the nine lights and shadows were all fake. The real Lin Qingyu and the three of them were mixed in a cloud of sword light and secretly sent out.

The only ones who can fly with the sword can be the monks above the knot, and once these knot monks go to chase the fake sword shadow, even if the rest of the people meet Lin Qingyu, they will definitely not be the opponent of Lin Qingyu who has already knotted the Dan, the most important thing is that their target is not outside the northern lands, but just a mysterious place.

After running in concealment for about ten minutes, the sword light in the sky was completely invisible. This also made Lin Qingyu and the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

Those who can control the flying sword are gone, and the rest are the monks who can't use the flying sword.

Whether or not you can use a flying sword is the biggest watershed between the sword cultivation and the Ning Yuan period in the Yudan period.

And with Lin Qingyu's knotted Dan cultivation and pure body, the Ning Yuan Period was no threat to her.

"It's not far, it's probably less than a hundred miles away, at our current speed, we can reach it after about a stick of incense, and it will be completely safe when we arrive. Lin Qingyu lowered his voice and encouraged Yun Xiao.

Yun Xiao nodded, and was about to speak, when he heard an arrogant and flirtatious voice.

"Hehe, Miss Qingyu, Xiaosheng has been waiting here for a long time. How do you know that after a stick of incense, Xiaosheng will take you back to the sect master? Oh, isn't the safest place in the world the sect master's side? ”

Lin Qingyu's pupils shrank, and he looked ahead in disbelief.

(How could it be !!!)