Liu San suddenly turned around and said gritting his teeth: "You are indeed a spy!"

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

The middle-aged scholar was also stunned, looked at Wang Lin in a complicated way, and sighed.

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

Song Xing's move immediately made Liu San and others confused again. Liu San hesitated for a moment and did not stop him. As for Yang Sen and others, they all took a few steps back and gave up Wang Lin's figure.

Wang Lin didn't raise his eyes. When he opened the brocade box, he saw a thin ginseng lined up inside. The ginseng branches were very small, but the beards were extremely fine. A piece of yellow paper was pasted on it to cover up the aura of ginseng.

At this time, Song Xing was approaching. He was about to break Wang Lin's neck with a smirk, but suddenly his body trembled, as if he was grabbed by an invisible big hand. His body was thrown back heavily and fell to the ground for a long time without getting up.

The strange scene in front of everyone was stunned. Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper from the ginseng. After a few glances, he sighed and said leisurely: "Don't you come out to meet me when you see an old friend?"

A rustling sound came out, and from the jungle not far away, the cold young man slowly walked out. There seemed to be an invisible airflow outside his body. The men in black who were standing on the outside along the way were pushed away by this force. In addition, the three fireballs floating in the air quickly returned to the young man and rotated around his body.

When the men in black saw the young man, they all said respectfully: "Meet the master."

The cold young man didn't look at Song Xing who was spitting blood beside him, but stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice: "The person I know cannot have changed his appearance in ten years. Who are you?"

Wang Lin looked at the young man without saying a word, and took out a piece of yellow paper from the storage bag.

When the cold young man saw the yellow paper, his expression changed immediately. He looked at Wang Lin carefully, frowned and said, "What's this? I don't know it. Friend, give me that ginseng. This thing is of great use to me."

Wang Lin was stunned, looked at the other person deeply, and a little doubt arose in his heart. His spiritual sense swept away and suddenly noticed something strange in the air. He sneered a few times in his heart, threw the ginseng in his hand over, and said, "Forget it, Wang has recognized the wrong person."

A complex look flashed in the young man's eyes. He caught the ginseng and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, goodbye!" After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky. As soon as the dark cloud appeared, a strange wind immediately rolled up, and the mighty escort agency retreated repeatedly.

The dark clouds moved and quickly descended, and the strange wind became more and more violent. A middle-aged man in white appeared from the dark clouds and stepped on the strange wind and fell from the sky.

As soon as he appeared, an escort guard suddenly snorted, and his body exploded with a bang, turning into a blood mist. At the same time, several guards exploded one after another, turning into a blood mist.

These blood mists wriggled strangely in the air, quickly condensed together, forming a blood bead that shone 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 rosy, he touched the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with strange lights, and he said, "Zhang Hu, since he met an acquaintance, why don't you recognize each other?"

Zhang Hu twitched his face and said respectfully: "Master, I don't know this person."

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his spiritual sense swept away, and he was shocked. This middle-aged man had reached the 15th level of the Great Perfection in the Qi Condensation Stage.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin: "Fellow Taoist, do you know my disciple?"

Wang Lin calmly said calmly: "Whatever you know, what if you don't know."

The middle-aged man was stunned, looked at Wang Lin carefully for a few glances, and suddenly said with a grim smile: "It's no difference. I'm just the eighth level of Qi Condensation Stage. After drinking your blood, I should be able to increase my cultivation a lot."

Zhang Hu's expression changed, he 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 gloomyly: "Get out, go and collect all the mortal blood essence below for me. There is nothing you can do here."

Zhang Hu was about to speak, but the middle-aged man sneered and said a complicated and difficult-to-understand word. Zhang Hu's face was bloodless, his whole body twitched, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows, and his gravitational heart moved at will, turning into a big hand and grabbing the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, snorted coldly, and opened his mouth and spit out a green light. The green light flashed and turned into a small sword, slashing towards the big hand fiercely.

Wang Lin's gravitational technique had already been perfected, and immediately changed from one to two. One of them turned the direction and grabbed Zhang Hu, while the other grabbed the flying sword.

The green sword immediately trembled, and the flashing light flashed and dimmed. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a black scabbard from the storage bag, threw it out without saying a word, and his hands changed and produced several red lights.

As soon as the sword sheath came out, the green sword caught by the gravitational technique immediately shook and disappeared instantly. When it appeared again, the big hand that had already left the gravitational technique, quickly combined with the scabbard into one.

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

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

As soon as the flying sword entered the scabbard, it immediately made a buzzing sound, as if it had been greatly resisted. After sinking to one-fifth of the position, it could no longer enter. Suddenly, the color of the flying sword immediately changed from green to blue, and suddenly flew out of the scabbard, and a sword was cut on the whip snake that was coming.

This whip snake was obtained by Wang Lin from Sun Dazhu. During his retreat, he studied it and sacrificed and refined it into his own under the guidance of Situ Nan. Although Sun Dazhu had a low cultivation level, he was the elder of Hengyue, and there were many things in the storage bag.

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

The middle-aged man sneered, and didn't care about the whip snake. He kept flying swords with one hand and muttered something in his mouth. The flying sword trembled and disappeared strangely again. He appeared in front of the middle-aged man like teleportation and cut it down with one sword.
Chapter completed!