It seemed that there was a feeling of kindness and persuasion from relatives, and when Yang Lin was angry, angry, and bluntly ridiculed, Yang Lin felt ashamed, and he couldn't speak for a long time, so he could only nod silently.

After a moment of silence, Ding Zhen's tone changed, and he suddenly asked: "I heard Ling'er say that it was you who asked him to fight the poor strange beast at the foot of Nanqi Mountain for seven days, I don't know if this matter is true?"

"But it's what you're doing!" Yang Lin nodded in response. "That poor strange beast came forward like the Holy King back then, and only repelled it, but did not hurt its foundation, with Ling'er's cultivation, it was not its opponent at all, how can you be so bold, aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting Ling'er's life, or do you have another trick. This sentence was a little urgent, but it was a little less reproachful, as if he wanted to draw some conclusions from it.

Revealing the details too early will only make the loss worse, but in front of this relative-like old man, Yang Lin couldn't give birth to a trace of deception, and replied softly: "There are indeed some preparations, but please rest assured, if something really happens, I will fight for my life, and I will leave Ling'er intact." ”

seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Yang Lin's answer, Ding Zhen showed a look of disappointment on his face, he opened his mouth to speak but seemed to be afraid of something, and after a moment of silence, a maid came to serve tea, which relieved this embarrassment.

After chatting for a while, Ding Zhen invited Ding Ling'er to send Yang Lin, although it was a smiling face, but Yang Lin felt that when Ding Zhen talked about his granddaughter's future with the previous time, he judged the two of them, and he couldn't help but be a police officer in his heart, but he didn't want to ask Ling'er more, so he made an appointment to go to the wordless monument the day after tomorrow, and then returned by car.

There was no one in the hall for a long time, and in a quiet hall in the backyard of the Ding family, Ding Zhen's face was a little gloomy and he looked at a golden venerable face opposite, but the venerable's face was blurred, and he couldn't see the appearance, but his posture was upright, and he looked a little heroic.

Suddenly, the Venerable's golden face moved, as if flowing gold, and after a while, a face appeared, and he opened his eyes gently, which was the appearance of the Holy King.

Fluttering lightly, Ding Zhen hurriedly saluted and greeted, and said softly: "This Yang Lin seems to be in a great mood, today I tempted Ling'er's double cultivation, but I can't do it, I'm afraid that it is unlikely that Qingyun Mountain will be left." ”

"Well, did you ever ask for the news of the poor strange beast?" the old and loud voice was still the same, but there was a faint hint of doubt. "That Yang Lin is flamboyant, even if I move with affection, I will reply vaguely, but even if the poor beast is not accepted by Yang Lin, there must be some kind of agreement, otherwise, with his heart, he will not harm Ling'er in Nantai Mountain. ”

"Try to keep him in Qingyun Mountain, I have calculated that six days later will be the day when the calamity begins, if Yang Lin is sincerely kept in Qingyun Mountain in these six days, maybe this Qingyun Tribulation can be resolved. There was a slight sigh in the loud voice, and a little helplessness.

"Isn't it also possible to directly wipe out Yang Lin, who responded to the hexagram, the same. When he said this, there was no more mercy in Ding Zhen's tone, and he had the absolute intention of abandoning everything for the safety of the clan.

"As soon as I climbed the ninety-nine gold brick steps, I died inexplicably in Qingyun Mountain, and it was unclear when it was passed out. Moreover, the hexagram only appeared for six days and then there was a catastrophe, but it was not clearly displayed, indicating that the person who should be doomed was also trying to change the change of the hexagram.

There are still a few days to deliberate, you can also give Ling'er some tips, it is very common for men and women to fall in love, with Yang Lin's achievements in future development, it will not insult your Ling'er. The face of the golden statue melted again, and after a moment it turned into a flat surface again, and there was no longer a faceless expression.

"A monk in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, who has offended so many enemies, may be wiped out before he breaks through the merger, and he wants Ling'er to offer the true yuan, it is really delusional, hum. Ding Zhen muttered a few words softly, a faint murderous intent appeared on his face, and after thinking for a moment, he shouted loudly: "Ding Hui!"

Before the words fell, without listening to the footsteps, a man appeared in front of Ding Zhen like a ghost, bending down with an unusually respectful expression.

"Tell Ling'er that Yang Lin needs to stay in Qingyun Mountain as a guest elder, otherwise everything will not be discussed!" nodded slightly, and seeing that Ding Zhen didn't speak again, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a steady state. Ding Hui gave a light salute, then escaped out of the hall and passed the word.

In the temple of the Holy King, the shadow of the divine beast on the beam seemed to change a little with the shift of the daylight, and in a cage woven of flower roots, the Lingbao rat slept with its limbs stretched out, as if it was completely unaware of its predicament.

The Saint King, dressed in a cyan robe, had a calm face, held a Replenishing Divine Pill in his hand and shook it gently at the flower cage and said: "As long as you promise to be the divine beast of my Qingyun Tribe, this Replenishing Divine Pill is yours, as long as you have merit to Qingyun Mountain in the future, you will also have to eat the Void Pill, how about it?" Without a trace of expression, the Lingbao Rat was still asleep.

At first, it was tempted with spirit grass, then it was a demon pill, and now it has been replaced with an elixir with excellent color, but even so, the spirit treasure rat did not respond in the slightest, even if a person as deep as the Holy King could not help but be a little angry.

I thought that the demon beast liked the elixir fairy grass, and wanted to lure the Lingbao mouse as a spirit animal in the mountain, in order to leave Yang Lin behind, but the Holy King didn't know that Yang Lin himself was an alchemist, and the pill refined from the fairy grass and spirit flower had already been eaten by the Lingbao rat like a snack, so how could he care about the tonic pill.

"You rat and Yang Lin are the same color, soft and hard, don't eat soft and hard, do you really dare not kill you two, hum!" Flicking the sleeves of his robe, the Holy King had lost his figure out of thin air, and the Lingbao Rat on the side turned over slightly, chewing lightly in his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about something.

Qingyun tribe has guests to visit all the year round, for convenience, the tribe has built a lot of guest halls at the foot of a mountain, keep a certain distance from each other, and it is also quiet, because most of them go up the mountain to ask the holy king to do things, few people come to visit, and it seems extremely deserted on weekdays.

In front of one of the extremely magnificent guest halls, for some reason it was crowded with people, boiling, more than ten Qingyun disciples, shouting and shouting to kill and death, shouting and shouting, but the door of the palace was closed, without the slightest echo.

Far away from the guest hall, a green deer stretched its neck, wanting to eat the bright red flowers on the side of the road, and a car made of nanmu behind him drove the curtain and lifted it with the wind, revealing the cyan ** inside.

"Otherwise, let's go back, then Yang Lin has been in the crowd for so long, and I haven't seen anyone beat him out, he must have mixed into the hall, and it won't be lively if he waits any longer. ”

"I'm not sure, it's still early, wait!" the two maids whispered in front of the car. Walking around the corner, you can see that group of people crowded at the door of the guest hall, the maid who sent it off didn't want Yang Lin to be surrounded in the car, and hurriedly informed Yang Lin and asked him to retreat.

Looking around, the ten Qingyun disciples who had cultivated in the late stage of the Yu Transformation God were insulting, Yang Lin couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, leaned behind the tallest man in the outermost stage, and asked softly: "This brother, Yang Lin has offended your ancestor and cursed so viciously!"

"No!" the man scolded at the hall, and replied without replying.

"If he offends the Holy Maiden, he offends my Qingyun Tribe!" As if he felt that the tone of the person asking the question was a little wrong, the man suddenly turned around, glanced at Yang Lin with an evil smile on his face behind him, frowned and asked, "Why are you wearing white clothes, you are not a member of the Qingyun Tribe?"

On that day, Yang Lin climbed the steps, mostly with his back to the woodland below, and it was normal for the man not to recognize Yang Lin's arrival, but the clansmen of the Qingyun tribe wore green clothes when they went out, so they could see the difference between Yang Lin at a glance. "You just said that you wanted Yang Lin to come out and kill him here. ”

Hearing the words shouted just now, the man immediately puffed up his chest, pretended to be an expression, and shouted loudly: "As long as he dares to come out, I will kill him, but it seems ......."

Before the words could be spoken, a stick shadow appeared above the man's head out of thin air, and the stick fell silently and smashed down heavily.

Although the distance was extremely close, Yang Lin's long-stored mana had already been secretly condensed on the shining stick, and the strength was so strong that with one stick, it struck out a sinking stick mark on the face that was still unsightly at the beginning.

The protruding eyes looked unbelievable, the big mouth of consternation, the long tongue poked out but could not let out a cry of pain, the tall man seemed to have not understood what was happening in front of him, and his body fell outward, apparently his skull was cracked, which had caused a great concussion in his brain, and he fainted without even exclaiming.

Before the man fell to the ground, Yang Lin's subsequent kick had already landed on the man's thick buttocks, as if he was kicking a fat pig, kicking several people who were still in front of him and shouted wildly.

is also a person who cultivates the truth, and the strong wind from behind wakes people up, although they don't know what happened, but a few figures have flashed and moved, flashed to the side, and let Yang Lin come behind him.

There was a soft thud, and the tall man had fallen heavily on the steps of the guest hall, his face facing down, and a stream of blood gradually seeped in.

"What a bold man, he actually dares to commit murder in the Qingyun tribe?" a Qingyun disciple stood up on the street, already holding a long sword in his hand, and pointed at Yang Lin and shouted.

"It's not going to die, people who cultivate the truth can't help but fight, what kind of truth can they cultivate. Walking a little casually in the direction of the guest hall, when he walked in front of the man with the sword, Yang Lin said with a mockery: "You also shouted to kill Yang Lin just now, right?"

At this time, everyone clarified Yang Lin's true intentions, and suddenly shouted: "He is Yang Lin, I saw that he was wearing this white dress that day." It's just that the speaker's prompt was still half a beat slower, and the shining stick in Yang Lin's hand had smashed heavily on the arm that was holding the hilt of the sword, and an extremely brittle bone cracking sound was immediately heard.