Liu San turned his head sharply, gritted his teeth and said, "You are really a spy!"

Yang Sen's eyes showed anger, stared at Wang Lin, and clenched his fists. As for the black-faced man, his eyes shrank, and he saw that Wang Lin's method of taking the brocade box just now was not like that of mortals.

The middle-aged scholar was also stunned, glanced at Wang Lin complicatedly, and sighed.

"Bold!" Song Xing's face changed, and he shouted. Then he jumped up, jumped up, stepped forward quickly, grabbed his right hand in a grasping shape, and grabbed Wang Lin's head.

Song Xing's move immediately made Liu San and the others confused, Liu San hesitated slightly, but did not stop him, as for Yang Sen and the others, they all took a few steps back and let Wang Lin's figure out.

Wang Lin didn't raise his eyes, opened the brocade box and looked, only to see a thin ginseng, horizontal in it, this ginseng branch is very small, but the beard is extremely fine, a piece of yellow paper pasted on it, covering the aura of ginseng.

At this time, Song Xing was already approaching, and he was about to twist Wang Lin's neck with a sneer, when suddenly his body trembled, as if he was grabbed by an invisible big hand, his body was thrown backwards heavily, and he fell to the ground for a long time without getting up.

The strange scene in front of him made everyone stunned, Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper on the ginseng, after looking at it a few times, he sighed and said leisurely: "When you see an old friend, don't you come out to see each other?"

A rustling sound sounded, and from the jungle not far away, the cold young man walked out slowly, and there seemed to be an invisible air flow outside his body, and the black-clothed people who were standing on the periphery along the way were pushed away by this force. In addition, the three fireballs floating in mid-air also quickly returned to the young man's side at this time, revolving around his body.

As soon as those black-clothed men saw this young man, they all said respectfully: "See the big boss." ”

The cold young man didn't look at Song Xing, who was spitting blood next to him, but stared at Wang Lin, and said in a deep voice: "The person I know, it is impossible that his appearance has not changed in ten years, who are you?"

Wang Lin looked at the young man, didn't speak, and took out a piece of yellow paper from the storage bag.

As soon as the cold young man saw this yellow paper, his expression immediately changed, he looked at Wang Lin carefully, frowned and said: "What is this, I don't know, friend, please give me that ginseng, this thing is of great use to me." ”

Wang Lin was stunned, glanced at the other party deeply, a little doubt rose in his heart, he swept his senses, and suddenly found something strange in mid-air, he sneered a few times in his heart, threw the ginseng in his hand, and said: "That's it, Wang recognized the wrong person." ”

The complicated color in the young man's eyes flashed, he caught the ginseng, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, farewell!" After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky, and as soon as this dark cloud appeared, a strange wind immediately rolled up, and everyone in the mighty dart bureau retreated one after another.

As soon as the dark clouds moved, they fell rapidly, the strange wind became more and more violent, and a middle-aged man in white clothes appeared from the dark clouds flutteringly, stepping on the strange wind, falling from the sky.

As soon as he appeared, one of the guards of the dart bureau snorted miserably, and his body exploded, turning into a blood mist, and at the same time, the bodies of several guards exploded one after another, turning into blood mist.

These blood mist wriggled strangely in mid-air, quickly condensing together, forming a blood bead that shimmered with golden light.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and sucked it, and the blood beads were immediately swallowed by him, his face was slightly ruddy, he touched the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed strangely, and said: "Zhang Hu, since you have met an acquaintance, why don't you dare to recognize each other?"

Zhang Hu's face twitched, and he quickly returned to indifference, and said respectfully: "Master, the disciple doesn't know this person. ”

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his divine sense was swept away, and his heart was shocked, this middle-aged man had already reached the realm of the fifteenth layer of the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Period.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin: "This fellow Daoist, do you know my apprentice?"

Wang Lin was calm and said indifferently: "How do you know, what if you don't know." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, looked at Wang Lin carefully, and suddenly smiled cruelly: "It makes no difference, although you only have the eighth layer of the condensation stage, if you drink your blood, I should be able to increase some cultivation." ”

Zhang Hu's face changed, stopped in front of the middle-aged man, and said quickly: "Master, this person is my childhood friend, please ...... Please let him go. ”

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he said gloomily: "Get out, go and collect all the mortal blood essence below for me, there is nothing for you here." ”

Zhang Hu was about to speak, the middle-aged man sneered, and a complex and incomprehensible word came out of his mouth, Zhang Hu's face was suddenly bloodless, his whole body convulsed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows, his gravitational heart moved at will, and turned into a big hand to grab the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, he snorted coldly, opened his mouth and spit out a green light, this green light flashed, turned into a small sword, and slashed at the big hand.

Wang Lin's gravitational technique, which had been refined to the point of perfection, immediately divided into two, one of them turned around and grabbed Zhang Hu, and the other grabbed the flying sword.

The little green sword immediately trembled, and the flickering light flickered on and off. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a black scabbard from the storage bag, and threw it out immediately without saying a word, and his hands changed and a few red lights appeared.

As soon as the scabbard came out, the small green sword that was grabbed by the gravitational technique immediately shook, and it disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had already broken away from the big hand of the gravitational technique, and quickly merged with the scabbard.

Wang Lin's face was as usual, but his heart was greatly shaken, this was the first time that the gravitational technique failed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slapped the storage bag, and suddenly flew out several black wooden strips, as soon as these wooden strips appeared, they were immediately connected to each other, forming a whip snake, which flew out like lightning.

"Wang Lin, this flying sword is weird!" Situ Nan's voice sounded in Wang Lin's ears.

I saw that as soon as the flying sword entered the scabbard, it immediately made a buzzing sound, as if it had been subjected to great resistance, and after sinking to a one-fifth position, it could no longer enter, and suddenly the color of the flying sword changed from green to blue, and it flew out of the scabbard violently, and a sword was slashed on the whip snake that was rushing forward.

This whip snake was Wang Lin's self-indulgent thing, and during the retreat, he studied it and refined it into his own thing under the guidance of Situ Nan.

Wang Lin controlled the whip snake to turn, jumped over the flying sword attack, and went straight to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man sneered, and didn't care about the whip snake, he kept flying the sword with one hand, muttering words in his mouth, the flying sword trembled, disappeared strangely again, and appeared in front of the middle-aged man like a teleportation, and a sword was cut down.

The middle-aged man sneered, opened his mouth and spat out a golden blood bead, and as soon as this bead appeared, it immediately turned into a silk golden thread and burrowed into the flying sword.

(You guessed it, this person is Zhang Hu, hehe, it seems that they are all plot masters, why don't you help me think about the plot later, welcome to help me write an outline in the book review area, thank you very much.) ）

(I was tired from moving in the afternoon, but the new house did look much better than the old pigsty.) I'll only have two chapters today, and I'll try to write more tomorrow. However, the tickets are getting fewer and fewer day by day, and my heart is getting colder and colder...... I applied for Sanjiang today, but I didn't pass, and when I looked at the ticket, it wasn't much, alas. ）