Yang Lin thought about it and knew that the two of them were disciples of the Qianyuan Sect, if Xu Yi told them that he was going to the Beihai Ice Palace, then on the way to these two places, if they intercepted them on the road, with his strength at this time, they would be captured by them if they encountered them again.

It's better to go to Jinguangmen first, thinking that Mo Zhan will not despise himself. After a little trimming, I went to the Ice Palace, met with everyone, and made a decision after finding out the news of Qianyuanmen. Thinking of this, Yang Lin remembered that the Golden Light Gate was in the east of the Northern Jin Kingdom, and got up and flew all the way to the northeast.

Yang Lin flew for more than two months, took out the map in the ring, checked the location, and showed that he would be able to reach Jinguangmen in a few days.

After flying for two days, Yang Lin saw a group of people fighting in a valley not far in front of him, Yang Lin hid his figure and slowly flew forward.

When I arrived at the valley mouth, I saw that more than a dozen cultivators in national uniforms were besieging four cultivators dressed in black, and on the left arm of the black clothes, there was an embroidered word 'gold', which must be the disciples of Jinguangmen.

Yang Lin checked with his divine thoughts, and among the more than a dozen national warrior uniforms, only one was in the early stage of Yuanying, and the others were all in the Jindan stage. The four Jinguangmen disciples were only in the late stage of Jindan's cultivation, and at this time they were all in pain, but they gritted their teeth and persisted, but they were afraid that it would not be long before they would be besieged and killed by the Northern Jin Dynasty.

Seeing the Northern Jin Dynasty warrior again, Yang Lin felt the fire even though he saw that the scholar in the early Yuan Dynasty was just standing not far away, sneering and watching the chaotic battle. Yang Lin's divine thoughts at this time were already similar to those in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and his mana was several times higher than that of the same level, and he quietly escaped behind him, where could the national warrior find out.

Yang Lin raised his right hand, only to see a shining stick in his hand, and a stick slammed down on his head. The national soldier was paying attention to the melee in the field, and from time to time he ordered his subordinates to attack, and suddenly felt that his head was uplifted, and it was too late to escape, and he was hit by a flashing stick at the top of the head at the Baihui point, and his mana was scattered, and he fell to the ground and convulsed.

Yang Lin slowly showed his figure, looking at the national soldier on the ground, his hand rose and fell, no matter what position he hit, he was messed up, and when he saw that national soldier he had already spit silver liquid in his mouth, he was dead of anger.

Yang Lin put away the flashing stick, silently, carried the wind dance trick, and joined the battle group. Yang Lin did not directly rush and kill in the battle group, but picked some soldiers to help the warlords attack on the periphery.

A countryman suddenly noticed a person beside him, dressed in white, with a dark face, holding a short stick, and a pair of eyes as if they were about to eat themselves, and the fierce light was revealed. As soon as he felt that something was wrong, he raised his sword and was about to stab, but suddenly felt a numbness in his waist, and fell to the ground and convulsed.

Yang Lin put away the flashing stick, 'It's too weak!' muttered to himself, and kicked the Jin Dan of the fallen national soldier, only to see that the national soldier flew out of the battle group like a kite with a broken string.

Everyone was fighting with each other, and they flew in unexpectedly, and suddenly attracted a lot of attacks, and when they fell to the ground again, silver liquid flowed out from the corners of their mouths, and they didn't know how many swords they had hit on their bodies, and they had already turned into bloody people.

As soon as the Northern Jin Dynasty soldiers saw that it was their own people flying in, they saw a young man in white standing outside the battle group, his face was gloomy, and he unconsciously gathered together.

Seeing this, the disciples of Jinguangmen felt as if they had seen a savior, and several people supported each other, and took the opportunity to run out of the circle and come to Yang Lin.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

Yang Lin waved his hand and motioned for them to step aside. When the Northern Jin Dynasty saw his captain fall to the ground in the distance, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he knew that he had met a strong opponent today, and he was not an ordinary disciple who went out to do business.

Looking at the costume again, he was not a disciple of Jinguangmen, and a national scholar stepped forward, "This senior, I am Li ......, a national scholar of the Northern Jin Dynasty!"

Before the words fell, I saw that the countryman was just opening his mouth, unable to speak, only to see blood flowing from his head from time to time, and after falling to the ground, he convulsed from time to time.

All the soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back, and saw that the man in white not far away was just looking at it motionlessly, as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

Suddenly, the fallen Guoshiping flew up, hit a big tree in the distance, only heard the sound of 'pounce', the whole body hung on the tree, bleeding to the ground from time to time, motionless, thinking that he was not saved, the man in white in the distance only then regained consciousness and shook his head.

At this time, the remaining soldiers saw this, shouted loudly, and fled in all directions. Where could Yang Lin not tolerate these people to escape, he called out the five elders, and set up a big five-element phantom array to trap these countrymen, and did not kill them.

Seeing that the rest of the countrymen were trapped, Yang Lin raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar and threw himself into the phantom array. As if a mortal was fighting, the turtle pattern on his left arm turned into a round shield, revealing his spikes, blocking the attacking flying swords from time to time, long knives, and flashing sticks in his right hand from time to time to fight hard with those national soldiers.

Which of these countrymen is a combination of Yang Lin's generals, at the beginning, a few people were knocked down by one of them and convulsed, and the next few people wanted to break out of the formation as soon as they saw that Yang Lin's cultivation was extremely high, but the Five Elements Phantom Array could even trap Bai Hui in the Transformation Period, how could these countrymen in the Jindan Period get out of trouble.

Seeing that Yang Lin could not be attacked, and they could not escape from the phantom array, two of them hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. I saw Yang Lin like a tiger entering a flock, and he didn't care whether he begged for mercy or not, and when he met someone, he was a stick.

With only one cup of tea, more than ten Northern Jin Dynasty scholars fell to the ground, motionless. Only a few people still have some aura fluctuations on their bodies, and most of them are spitting silver liquid from their mouths, apparently killed by a blow.

Because of the silkworm brocade clothes on Yang Lin's body, there was no trace of blood, but on his face and hands, there was blood dripping straight down, standing in the distance, thinking that it was his own blood.

The five elders saw that Yang Lin had knocked down all the countrymen, and when they saw Yang Lin walking around among the fallen countrymen, they kicked and flew away without death, and all of them ended their lives. The five elders couldn't bear it in their hearts, they wanted to step forward and say a few words, but goodbye Yang Lin clenched his teeth, it may be Su Mu's death, which made him hate the Northern Jin Dynasty warriors to the core, so he didn't say anything, just escaped back to the flashing stick.

When several Jinguangmen disciples behind him saw Yang Lin's face covered in blood, they thought they were injured, and hurriedly stepped forward, "Senior, are you okay?"

"Senior, sit down and breathe, there will be Jinguangmen disciples coming over in a while, we have sent a signal for help!" Yang Lin nodded, transported the water vapor, washed the blood on his face and hands, and sat cross-legged to breathe.

After a while, I heard the sound of breaking the sky in the distance, obviously someone was flying. Yang Lin opened his eyes, only a group of black-clothed people in the distance, with the word 'gold' on their shoulders, knowing that they were disciples of Jinguangmen, and relieved themselves.

The four Jinguangmen disciples walked up to Yang Lin and gave a salute, "Please come to my Jinguangmen to rest, and I will thank my seniors for saving their lives!"

At this time, the person who came had already arrived, and Yang Lin saw that the person who came was still an old acquaintance, it was Mo Ran, who was kicked out of his front teeth outside the Misty Valley.

When Mo Ran saw Yang Lin, he was a little surprised at first, and then carefully looked at it, and asked, "Are you Yang Lin of Qianyuanmen?"

Yang Lin smiled, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mo Daoyou doesn't remember going down, but there are too many things to come back, and I'm dizzy!" When Yang Lin saw Mo Ran talking, the teeth in his mouth were neat, and he must have made some adjustments when he returned to the mountain gate, and his front teeth were also filled.

When Mo Ran heard this, he didn't pay much attention to it, "Daoyou has broken through the Yuan Infant Stage, it seems that Daoyou helped my disciple out of the siege just now." Let's go, follow me to the door to talk about it, my father has sighed since the Valley of the Mist, and he will never forget you, and if he sees you okay today, he will be overjoyed. ”

Mo Ran said a few kind words and shouted to the disciples who came with him: "Leave the two of you to clean up this place, and the rest of the disciples will help the injured to return to the mountain gate together." Mo Ran made a gesture of invitation to Yang Lin, his figure flashed, and he flew towards Lu Lu, Yang Lin spread his body and followed behind him.

After flying for an hour, Yang Lin saw a black mountain shadow appear in front of him in the distance, like a piece of black iron standing on the ground.

The two flew another stick of incense for a while, flew to a mountain gate in the middle of Montenegro, and landed in shape. Yang Lin looked up at the mountain, there were many trees in the mountain, but this tree was not ordinary green leaves and green branches, it was all black branches and leaves, and its roots were strong and straight, towering into the sky. Reaching into the heart of the tree with his divine thoughts, a thick metallic aura filled the entire tree, as if it had been beaten with iron.

"My brother thinks this tree is a little strange! Hehe, this tree is called Iron Leaf Wood, and it is extremely hard because of its iron body. It is most suitable for refining some large-scale offensive and defensive equipment, but it grows slowly, only growing an inch of tree circumference every hundred years. ”

Yang Lin nodded, and Mo Ran saw that all the disciples behind him were coming, and beckoned Yang Lin to fly towards a cave in the mountain together. Yang Lin watched while flying, and saw that in the whole mountain, there were many caves, most of which were hidden behind the thick iron-leaf wood, which was extremely hidden.

Mo Ran led Yang Lin to fly to the top of the mountain, and then looked forward, revealing a cave, the entrance of which was more than twice as large as the cave he had seen just now. I saw a wide place in front of the cave, full of ten zhang square, surrounded by iron leaf wood on all sides, and it was extremely difficult to find at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Lin saw that there was a big flag on the platform, with the word "gold" written on it, but the whole flag flashed metal light from time to time, as if it was made of iron. In the corner of the platform, there is a large round table, and several people on the table seem to be talking about something.

At the head, a bald old man closed his eyes and nodded from time to time. Suddenly, the old man's eyes opened, and a cold light flashed out, staring at the sky. Seeing that Yang Lin and Mo Ran both fell to the platform, Yang Lin saw at a glance that the old man was Mo Zhan, the head of the Golden Light Sect, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

When Mo Zhan saw Yang Lin, he was also a little dazed, and after Yang Lin finished the salute, he still couldn't believe it. "Xiaoyou is Yang Lin?" didn't wait for Yang Lin to reply, he stepped forward and hugged Yang Lin, "You are really Yang Lin, hahaha!"

Although Mo Zhan was a little suspicious, the person with the Five Spirit Roots was difficult to find in this life. The person in front of him has all five elements, his body is righteous and awe-inspiring, and his shape is the same as when he was in the Misty Valley, not who Yang Lin is.

"Come on, recruit the master of the Seven Halls to come here, and I want to introduce our great benefactor of the Golden Light Gate in person. When Yang Lin heard this, he hurriedly stopped it and said to Mo Zhan: "Uncle Shi must not kill the disciple, the disciple is just passing by, and when he sees that the uncle is in good health, he will be relieved, and he will travel far away." ”