"That's a disaster in heaven and earth. Even if the Supreme One takes action, can he really resist it completely?"

"There are different disasters. Some disasters can be broken by the existence of the Supreme One."

"I have a friend of Zen. According to the internal information I got from him, this disaster seems to be a legendary disaster of world destruction. I am afraid that this time, even the Supreme will barely suppress it, and there may be a follow-up..."

"Fuck, my friend is from the Xuan Sect. He said this time it was an infinite disaster..."

There are a lot of news coming, and many people are blushing with others because of their own rumor.

However, as he spoke, the atmosphere in the inn gradually became heavier.

The disaster of heaven and earth...

This kind of legendary existence, the people present, have only heard of it in the legend.

I have always thought that legends are just legends and have nothing to do with them.

But the aura of disasters in the world before spread throughout the world.

All races in the world, insects, ants, birds and beasts, trees and weeds, can sense any existence with vitality.

The pressure from the origin of the soul made them admire him.

For the first time, these people have experienced it with their own personal experience, what it means to be as small as an ant.

After listening for a while, Lin Yu did not get much useful information from the conversations between these people.

Because, at this time, everyone's focus was obviously on the previous disaster that almost came.

Just when he was planning to change to a lively place to see if he could gain other benefits.

His eyes moved, and his body, who was about to leave, stopped.

At the entrance of the inn, several sword cultivators carrying long swords suddenly appeared.

They wore the robe unique to Wanjian Juezong for a white and old man.

As soon as several sword cultivators approached, they gave people the illusion of being lit up.

Even the air around seemed to have become much colder.

Especially the old man, the extremely sharp sword intent was filled with all over his body.

Even the snow-white beard is like a wisp of sword energy.

Seeing several sword cultivators entering the door, the inn shopkeeper personally greeted him.

"Several immortal masters, please come upstairs!"

While speaking, the inn shopkeeper invited a few sword cultivators to the second floor with great respect.

The Wanjianjue Sect members glanced around and climbed the stairs without saying anything.

Step on...

As the footsteps gradually reached the upper floor, the quiet atmosphere on the first floor suddenly became active again.

"Is the one who came in just now, Elder Gong from Wanjian Jue Sect..."

"Oh hey, it is said that this is the top-level elder in the Wanjianjue Sect..."

"How could he appear here? Some time ago, didn't you hear that Baili Yixian and his disciples blocked the gate of Wanjian Jue Sect..."

Everyone's topic quickly shifted to the people of Wanjianjue Sect.

At this moment, Lin Yu, who was sitting by the window on the second floor, suddenly moved his ears slightly.

He turned his head slowly and looked over with the sound of his footsteps.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

At the staircase on the second floor, Elder Gong of Wanjian Jue Sect and his disciples had just walked up.

The shopkeeper followed behind him and specially prepared the best private room for them.

At this moment, Elder Gong suddenly stopped.

He seemed to sense something and turned his head to look.

His sharp eyes collide with the man sitting by the window.

The moment he went upstairs, Elder Gong felt someone staring at him.

This kind of gaze is not like an ordinary secret peep, with admiration or fear.

Instead, it is a very direct and open observation.

With Elder Gong's status and strength, I have never encountered many people who dare to look at him directly.

When I was walking outside the world in the past, who dared to look at myself so openly?

What's even more incredible is that the other party dares to look at him.

"Hey, it's interesting!"

After looking at each other, Elder Gong sighed softly.

As a powerful sword cultivator, his eyes are so sharp that everyone knows.

A random look was like a flying sword breaking into the sky.

If an ordinary master dares to look at him, he will be afraid that his eyes will be stinging and blood will be stained with his eyes.

The young man sitting in a reliable window was nothing unusual.

The expression is still relaxed, and the eyes are deep, like a quiet pool, unpredictable.

"Who are you and what's your intention? You dare to peek at this elder..."

While he was talking, Elder Gong's voice suddenly paused.

Looking at the young man, he seemed to be thinking.

His eyes were on the other person's face and he carefully glanced at him.

"Hey, it's strange. Looking at the appearance and facial features, why do you look familiar..."

While talking to himself, he observed the other party more carefully.

There was a vague illusion between the eyebrows and eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly looked stunned, as if he had remembered something.

A girl in white clothes suddenly flew across her mind.

Just looking at the facial features, although the two have different ages and genders, they are somewhat similar.

"Is there a blood relationship? It's not that the girl has only one relative, and..."

As he spoke, his tone paused again.

Because, at this moment, another portrait appeared in his mind again.

The person on the portrait has a deep hatred with Wanjian Jue Sect that cannot be resolved.

It can even be said that he has a deep hatred with the entire world of practice.

At this moment, Elder Gong compared the young man in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he looked, the more similar he looked.

Although compared with portraits, as you grow older, your facial features and eyebrows have grown, you can still see that you are the same person.

"You are Wushuang..."

While speaking, Elder Gong was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly.

Seeing this, the Wanjianjue Sect behind him drew out the sword.

Elder Gong's abnormal reaction made them think they had encountered an enemy.

The moment they showed their swords, the young man in black standing by the window slowly stood up.

"I have no malice, I just want to ask you something. As long as you tell it truthfully, I won't make things difficult for you..."

A low voice rang slowly.

Lin Yu carried his hands on his back, and his demeanor was as strong as abyss.

But before he finished speaking, several disciples of Wanjian Jue Sect had already set off their swords without hesitation.

Hissing...

The sword energy breaks through the air, and it is extremely fierce.

The disciples of Wanjian Jue Sect who are walking outside have always been so arrogant.

It is their normal state to draw a sword to face each other if they have a disagreement.

Even if you face the children of the three religions, you will never be afraid.

What's more, the other party's clothes are obviously not a disciple of a famous sect.

With such a status, he dares to blatantly peek at the elders of this sect.

Unfortunately, they didn't hear Elder Gong's last words clearly. Otherwise, if they had the courage to use them, they would probably not dare to draw the sword.
To be continued...