Wang Lin glanced at the man in blue indifferently. This man was in the middle stage of Jing Nirvana. Although he was handsome, there was gloom in his eyebrows and eyes. The two companions behind him were all early stage monks in the early stage of Jing Nirvana. The positions where these two people stood were also clues.

The two of them had already dispersed when the man in green clothes talked before, surrounding Wang Lin in the middle.

However, as Wang Lin looked at him, except for the man in blue-clothed clothes, his expression did not change as usual, the other two early-stage monks in Jing Nirvana had their pupils contracted, revealing their tension and fear.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the man in blue. He walked to the old man's stall sitting cross-legged not far away. The middle-aged man who had just bargained with the old man had already made way out. Not only him, but some monks around him also saw the subtlety of the place and scattered their positions one after another.

The old man at this stall looked calm, and his eyelids flipped, and he swept towards Wang Lin.

"How many Yuan Jings are there in fellow Taoist?" Wang Lin asked casually, and his eyes swept over a jade pendant on the waist where the old man was sitting cross-legged.

"Not many, only one, but I only have fairy jade, and I don't want any other items." The old man's face pulled and smiled.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his lips moved slightly, and the thoughts came into the old man's mind.

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Lin for a long time, and showed a look of shock and doubt.

Wang Lin grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately a storage crack appeared in front of him. He reached out and took out a storage bag. Although the Jingni monk could not use the storage bag, he would often choose this item for concealment when trading.

After erasing the spiritual sense from the storage bag and holding the old man, Wang Lin said calmly: "This is a deposit."

The old man took the storage bag and carefully swept his spiritual sense. He looked at Wang Lin with great meaning. After a moment of silence, he stood up and put away the stall, and said in a deep voice: "I will go to find you within three days." After that, he turned around and was about to leave, but he paused and looked back at Wang Lin, and a trace of divine thoughts came out.

"Fellow Daoist acts decisively. I am Ouyang Long, make you a friend! The man in blue shirt Yang Yu is a third disciple of the head of the sixth-level demon cong Taoist. Fellow Dao handles it carefully."

The divine thought came out, and the old man hurriedly left without asking how to contact Wang Lin at all, and Wang Lin did not ask about this.

The voice transmission between Wang Lin and the old man could not be heard by the people around him. The man in blue-clothed clothes Yang Yu saw that Wang Lin had just a moment before he made the old man who set up the stall leave quickly, and he couldn't help but feel more cautious.

As for the two monks next to him who were vaguely surrounding Wang Lin, they were even more nervous.

"You are so arrogant. You haven't answered Yang's words yet!" Yang Yu's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.

"Let your elders come out and talk to me." Wang Lin's expression was as usual, but his words were gloomy and cold, especially when it fell into the ears of the three of them, and it suddenly felt like a rumbling tremor.

The faces of the two early stage monks of Jing Nie who were scattered around immediately changed. Yang Yu's pupils also shrank suddenly, and he was about to speak.

But at this moment, Wang Lin moved. He took a step forward, as fast as lightning, and instantly came to the monk on the left. The monk was always alert. At this moment, he quickly stepped back and pushed forward with his right hand. Suddenly, a fragrance of flowers filled the fragrance. In front of the monk, a huge red flower suddenly transformed into a flower. The flower was more than ten feet high. The flower center stretched out, but it was full of sharp teeth, and he swallowed it straight for Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression was as normal as he did not retreat but instead advanced. Within a step, his whole person suddenly disappeared without a shadow. The moment the flower swallowed the air, Wang Lin appeared behind the monk, and his fingers turned into a sword like lightning and pointed it into the back of the man's heart.

With a muffled sound, the monk immediately turned pale, blood spurted out, and the flowers in front of him collapsed. His whole body fell on the ground in the distance like a kite with a broken string, smashing a monk's stall over.

At this moment, the monk on the right suddenly retreated. With a wave of his right hand, seven flying swords transformed into reality, quickly becoming substance, and roaring straight for Wang Lin. Wang Lin turned around suddenly, his eyes showed a strange light, and he snorted a word!

"road!"

His eyes suddenly changed, but his left eyes were blurred like hazy illusion, and his right eyes were like lightning, shattering gold and breaking the ground. These two completely different eyes were directly printed in the monk's eyes like sharp swords.

The monk suddenly trembled, and the flying sword in front of him was immediately disordered and uncontrollable. His eyes were confused, his heart beat faster, as if he had entered a nightmare and could never escape. There were a lot of hallucinations in front of him, and he could not tell the truth or the false.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the monk's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, and he screamed in his head. This scene immediately made everyone who watched and took a breath.

All this was extremely fast, almost in a flash, and Wang Lin, the two monks, did not kill them, but they were obviously ruined.

Li Qianmei looked at all this and her eyes became bright. This was the first time she saw Wang Lin taking action directly, clean and neat as if flowing.

Yang Yu looked pale and looked at Wang Lin and fell silent. The screams of his fellow disciples echoed in his ears, as if he had torn apart his mind. At this moment, Wang Lin turned his head to look at Yang Yu, with a calm expression, as if the previous scene was just a trivial ants for him, especially the sarcasm and coldness in his eyes shocked Yang Yu's mind.

Wang Lin walked slowly towards Yang Yu, step by step.

On that day, Lu Yuncong used the power of heaven and earth for his own use and suppressed others with artistic conception. Although he collapsed in front of Wang Lin, this method was an application of artistic conception. Wang Lin's understanding of Tao quickly found out and became one of his own magical powers.

At this moment, every step was about to fall, and every step was about to fall. As a result, Yang Yu felt that Wang Lin's every step was pounding. The short distance of more than ten steps made Yang Yu's face paler.

Because every step was like a heartbeat, in Yang Yu's eyes, Wang Lin became infinitely tall and rumbling like a mountain, but Yang Yu did not retreat. The blue veins on his face bulged. He stared at Wang Lin tightly, and he roared with a struggle. His whole body was as bright as the wind, and his hair was automatically blown without wind, but he no longer had the elegant and handsomeness he had before.

Wang Lin snorted coldly. His footsteps had merged with Yang Yu's heartbeat, regardless of each other, and were completely controlled by Wang Lin's artistic conception. As he moved forward step by step, Wang Lin raised his right foot and was about to fall, but he did not step on the ground, but fell in the void. Pulled by Wang Lin's artistic conception, Yang Yu's heart was supposed to be beating at this moment, but suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Wang Lin took a step forward, and his speed suddenly increased, but he took three steps in a row at an extremely fast speed!

Bang, bang, bang!

The moment he fell down three steps, Yang Yu felt as if a heavy hammer hit his chest and hit him three times in a row. His body shook violently, his face instantly rosy and rosy, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out. He could no longer resist Wang Lin's artistic conception and his body couldn't help but retreat.

But as soon as he took a step, he immediately vomited blood again, and took a few steps back before he could stabilize his body. His face was rosy and pale. His eyes were even more confused and struggling, and he was filled with blood in a blink of an eye.

In his mind, there were scenes of illusion. Those scenes of illusion were the countless shrill ways of dying and the relatives of his fellow masters around him who died tragically. He knew it was fake, but he couldn't tell the difference clearly. These scenes of illusion were like memories, deeply engraved in his mind, becoming more and more real.

Yang Yu's body trembled violently, holding his head but not screaming. He kept struggling. Gradually, when he was awake in his eyes, he became less and less, and there were more and more chaos.

Just as he was about to be completely lost in the illusion, true and false, Yang Yu kept retreating and asked for help tragically.

"Uncle Master saves me!!"

The moment his voice sounded, a green shadow suddenly flashed and appeared directly beside Yang Yu. His right index finger pointed hard on his eyebrows. He immediately trembled, and a bang sound came from his body, but the blood mist dissipated and he fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

The green shadow did not stop, and even appeared next to another disciple in a flash, making the monk who had been screaming in a coma.

The green shadow flashed and returned to Yang Yu, revealing his figure. It was an old man, with white hair and a pair of eagle eyes brightly.

"What's the matter when you look for me!" Wang Lin looked calm and looked at the old man.

The old man showed no joy or anger. He looked at Wang Lin for a while, laughed and said with a fist: "Fellow Daoist Lu is extremely wise. I have a reason for this. I was reckless before, so I hope I don't mind it. It's better to find a place to sit together and ask me to apologize."

Wang Lin looked at the old man quietly, pondered for a moment, and nodded. Wang Lin's mind had become a demon. As soon as Yang Yugang appeared, he saw that Yang Yu clearly saw himself in the crowd first, and then reminisce about the past with Li Qianmei.

He even saw that while reminiscing about the past, although Yang Yu looked as usual and had no flaws, the tension between the two fellow disciples beside him was not hidden very well, and Wang Lin clearly noticed it.

It would be fine if it was just that, but Yang Yu pointed the finger at himself in a few words. With his cultivation, doing so was a bit too artificial.

Seeing the clues, coupled with the reminder of the old man Ouyang Long, Wang Lin's heart was already in a clear light. Yang Yu was targeting him. He had only had a deal with Mo Congdao once, which was when Zhao Yu went to the Morrow Continent. But Wang Lin guessed that he didn't know whether the other party was testing his cultivation because of Zhao Yu's affairs or... a flaw on the wild continent.

But no matter what, the world of Taoism regards the strong as the most respected. Properly showing some cultivation can not only shock, but also be respected and have the qualifications to talk. In this flash of lightning, Wang Lin already made a decision, so he took a thunder attack.

When Wang Lin heard the old man appearing and saying "Fellow Daoist" after he said, Wang Lin felt even more clear.

After all, Li Qianmei's time to practice Taoism was short, and there was no experience of Wang Lin's life reading and the Alliance Star Domain fighting wits with many old monsters. She had never seen these difficult flaws before. It was not until Wang Lin said it, letting Yang Yu's Lord speak, and the lightning flashed through his mind and saw the clues.
Chapter completed!