Lin Chi paused for a moment, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, let's go?"

The old man flipped his right hand, and immediately put two more straw hats in his hand, threw one to Wang Lin, and said: "On the head of the belt, unless the cultivation is two ranks higher than you, otherwise, you can't see what it looks like, this is my inventory for many years, you have to return it to me when you run out!"

Wang Lin took the straw hat, his divine sense swept away, and his heart was immediately shocked, this straw hat seemed ordinary, but in fact, there was something else, his divine sense swept it, and he found that it contained countless formations, the subtlety of these formations was something he had never seen before, and it was no worse than those ancient prohibitions.

This is only the formation of the edge position, as for the central position, with Wang Lin's divine sense, he can't spy on it in a short time, he moved in his heart, and made up his mind, this straw hat, he won't return it if he says anything, it's a big deal to do a few more wood carvings.

Seeing the old man put on the straw hat, the whole person was suddenly illuminated by a golden halo, Wang Lin's divine sense swept away, and he immediately felt a tingling pain, and the golden light was like a sharp thorn, making it difficult for his divine sense to penetrate.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, and the idea of taking this straw hat as his own became even heavier, so he didn't say a word and put the straw hat on his head.

The old man glanced at Wang Lin, and then pinched a rather strange seal in his right hand, and with a slight touch, pointed to the void in the distance, and suddenly, a huge phantom suddenly appeared in the void, and as soon as this phantom appeared, the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth poured in in a state of rage.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the phantom quickly solidified, forming a golden-armored giant holding a great sword, this giant had a hideous face, like an evil god, exuding a tyrannical aura, glaring at the fierce eyes, and his gaze fell on the old man's fingers.

"Gold, smash it for me!" the old man exclaimed triumphantly.

The golden-armored giant, without saying a word, waved the big sword in his hand, and suddenly a dazzling golden ray, like the sun falling, slashed through the void, and suddenly a violently flickering water wave pattern appeared in the distant void, and soon, this pattern became bigger and bigger, and finally with a bang, it turned into huge fragments and scattered in all directions.

Followed by. The golden-armored giant snorted. The body slowly disappeared.

The old man immediately muttered a few words of dissatisfaction. Wang Lin vaguely heard. The old man seemed to be scolding the golden-armored giant for being lazy......

In the moment of dispersion. A light breath. Suddenly it spread out of the nothingness. It slammed into a ring in all directions. in this force. Full of devastating power. Wang Lin's face changed. Just as he was about to dodge. The old man waved his right hand. Suddenly, a light curtain appeared in front of Wang Lin. Blocks ripple impacts.

Looking at the old man. Stand head-on at the place where the circular ripples spread. Showing a rather enjoyable look.

With the annular ripple spreads out. The void suddenly changed. I saw buildings and pavilions. Floating above the white clouds like a fairyland. Colorful glow. Scattered above those pavilions.

This scene. Compared to what Wang Lin saw in Chu back then. Several times more grand. Especially the breadth of these lofts. You can barely see the edge at a glance. Meanwhile. A roar of rage. Coming from these attics. Followed by. More than dozens of strong ground breaths. Rush out immediately.

Wang Lin's divine sense swept away, among these breaths, the Yuan Infant Stage cultivators actually occupied more than thirty, and the remaining five people were all in the Transformation Stage!

He took a deep breath, the fourth-level cultivation country is really worthy of the fourth-level identity, just one sect, whether it is big or small, or the strength of its sect, it is far from being comparable to the third-level cultivation country, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it only needs one sect of the fourth-level cultivation country to sweep any third-level cultivation country.

After these monks rushed out, they immediately surrounded the old man and Wang Lin in a fan shape, and their faces were gloomy, revealing their unkindness, and almost all of them spread their divine senses and swept towards the two of them.

Just in an instant, more than half of these people had a look of surprise on their faces.

Wang Lin could clearly feel that at the moment when these people's divine senses swept over, a large amount of golden rays suddenly flashed from the straw hats, and as soon as those divine senses touched the golden rays, they quickly melted like snow meeting flames.

As for the old man, he pinched the seal with one hand, and suddenly the straw hat on his head exuded golden rays, and at the same time, it also turned into the phantom of a golden-winged roc, and with a wave of his wings, all the divine consciousness that surrounded him was swept away.

Suddenly, some monks snorted a few times, their bodies shook, and their faces became quite difficult to look at.

At this time, among these monks, a middle-aged scribe wearing a black blue robe flew out, this person's face was always pale and bloodless, and his eyes did not seem to have any essence, but he was somewhat similar to Wang Lin, all of them were black and white, revealing bursts of extraordinary color.

After he walked out, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The two of you broke my Baiyun Sect Great Array for no reason, if you don't explain the matter today, then stay here!"

The old man snorted, waved his right hand, and actually conjured up a bamboo chair, which was placed in mid-air, and the whole person leaned up

Wang Lin said: "I don't care, I'm just a thug, he asked me to come, let him go." ”

The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a faint hint of jealousy, but this jealous person was not Wang Lin, but this old man.

At this time, when he heard what the old man said, his eyes immediately turned to Wang Lin, and he said in a deep voice: "This fellow Daoist, have I ever offended you in the Baiyun Sect?"

Wang Lin was silent for a while, and without saying a word, he slapped the storage bag, and suddenly an ordinary flying sword flew out of it, he shook slightly, and his divine sense was suddenly imprinted on it, and in a crackling sound, the flying sword immediately melted into liquid, condensing together to form a fist-sized silver ball.

"There are many cultivators of the Baiyun Sect for a long time, and I am ready to challenge it today, where it is rude, I still hope Haihan!" As he spoke, his right hand suddenly moved, pinching the magic trick and a little silver ball.

The silver ball flew away in an instant, and there was a sound of breaking the void, as if it could cut through the void.

The middle-aged scribe had always been cautious in his eyes, but after seeing this silver ball, he was suddenly stunned, and sneered: "I can't do it!" As he spoke, he didn't see him take out the magic weapon, but his right hand was a little in the air, and suddenly a purple aura suddenly galloped out from his fingers.

As soon as this aura appeared, it immediately turned into a purple dragon, roaring and rushing towards the silver ball, the silver ball suddenly paused, Wang Lin changed his hands and shouted lightly: "Change!"

Suddenly, the silver ball squirmed strangely, forming a turtle-like creature, which was the beast that Wang Lin had killed in the Demon Cultivation Sea, the bell and drum!

As soon as the silver ball turned into a bell and drum beast, it immediately seemed to be alive, revealing its deep sharp teeth, opening its mouth and letting out a silent roar, and suddenly air ripples burst out from its mouth, entangled with the purple dragon.

The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, waved his right hand in front of him, pinched the magic trick, and shouted in a low voice: "Points!"

Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two, swept past the bell and drum beast, and roared towards Wang Lin, Wang Lin frowned, and was about to retreat, at this moment, the old man's voice came from his ears:

"What are you hiding, you don't have to move, you can experience the artistic conception of the god monk!"

Wang Lin hesitated slightly, his right hand slapped on the storage bag, if there was any danger, he would immediately take out the forbidden flag, in fact, the reason why he did not use some of his usual magic weapons in this competition was precisely because he was afraid of being recognized in the future.

Hearing the old man's words at this time, Wang Lin took a deep breath, and his mind crossed like lightning to know the old man, and finally gritted his teeth, his body was motionless, and he said that it was too late and that it was fast, but when he saw two purple dragons, he suddenly galloped over.

The old man's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, although Wang Lin struggled just now, although there was no clue on the surface, but with the old man's experience, how could he not see it, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the two purple dragons, raised his right hand, and pinched it gently, and suddenly one of them, as if it was a bubble, was crushed by him with a snap.

The middle-aged scribe's complexion immediately changed drastically, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger.

At this time, the remaining purple dragon, with bursts of roars and qi waves, pounced on Wang Lin, Wang Lin's body trembled immediately, he felt a huge impact, and suddenly rushed into his body, but this impact looked quite fierce, but in fact it fell in the body, like a breeze, without any aggression, without causing him any discomfort.

However, in this breeze, there is a trace of undetectable desperation, and this feeling is infinitely magnified in the blink of an eye, spreading Wang Lin's entire body, even Yuan Ying, and he does not let go.

Wang Lin immediately knew that this feeling of desperation was a trace of artistic conception contained in the middle-aged scribe's magic power, and this artistic conception seemed to be heavenly might, so that Wang Lin could not resist at all.

At this time, if he took out the forbidden flag, then under the protection of the ancient prohibitions, he might not have such a deep feeling, after all, when he fought with the god cultivators in the past, the forbidden flag was a must-use thing.

But at this moment, in order to understand this artistic conception, he did not use any magic weapon, so that he could be said to be unarmed, and he felt the artistic conception of the attack of the god cultivator.

The old man's eyes lit up, and with a grasp of his right hand, a trace of purple qi suddenly floated out from Wang Lin Tianling, forming a purple ball, floating into the old man's hand, Wang Lin took a deep breath and recovered.

He closed his eyes, and at the moment just now, the other party's artistic conception was thoroughly understood by him, this kind of opportunity is really rare but not sought, extremely precious.

The old man pinched his hand, and the purple ball immediately dissipated, and the middle-aged scribe's face was quite ugly, staring at the old man, and said, "The seniors came here, I'm afraid that it is for your disciple to break through the Yuan Infant and achieve the transformation of the god and comprehend the artistic conception." ”

The old man smiled, and with his right hand casually beside the scribe, he said, "You, come out, it's your turn." ”