Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

===Chapter 274: On the Flying Boat===

I was speechless all night.

Soon, the next day ushered in, and under Murong Lin's order, six strong men in the virtual realm quickly gathered their men back.

Hundreds of powerful people gathered here, looking at Murong Lin on the stage and listening to his instructions.

"Lord Blood Ax" adjusted some of his clothes and said to the people below with a serious face: "This time it is an order from above! As long as everyone does it well, everyone will be greatly rewarded! Let the ancestors who have overcome the calamity realm Look at the power and strength of our church! Do you have confidence?"

"Yes!" A group of soldiers shouted loudly, their eyes full of excitement, and they were unknowingly loyal and fearless.

Although Lord Blood Ax was already very powerful, they had never seen Lord Blood Ax as powerful and convincing as he was today.

It was as if he was constantly radiating holy light, allowing them to feel the brave and fearless power blessing them and others.

For a moment, death seemed less scary.

Little did they know, all of this was just Murong Lin influencing them.

Slowly putting away the "Holy Secret of Morning Glory" running on his body, putting away the invisible light, looking at the people in front of him who had almost become a group of fools, Murong Lin nodded with satisfaction.

The power of the Law of Light is really insignificant. It can so easily tame the group of people from the Dark Demon Alliance who live their lives on the tip of a knife. 310

"Lord Blood Ax" waved his hand and said to the people in front of him: "Let's go! Let's go!"

"yes!"

The figures of the crowd flashed and flew into the sky quickly, and then continued to fly towards the east, where Su Zan and his party were rushing over.

On the other side, Su Zan was leading a group of people on a flying boat heading forward.

This flying boat naturally belonged to the wealthy Wan Wanqiu. She didn't want to rush, but Su Zan didn't know how to track down Murong Lin, so she rode the flying boat slowly forward.

Wan Wanqiu was fooling around with Su Zan, Meng Yan sat quietly aside, looking at the two with some envy, and Leng Ziluo sat cross-legged and practiced with his eyes closed.

Meng Yan's character was like this. The sudden tranquility and shyness caught her off guard. She just looked at Wan Wanqiu, a brainless guy, playing with Su Zan, and felt a little envious of her carefreeness.

She did not blame Wan Wanqiu at all for taking away the place that should have belonged to her, but looked at the two people in front of her with some happiness. One was her favorite woman and the other was her favorite man. They could play together. Why are you angry?

"They are engaged."

Meng Xiang has not forgotten the previous betrothal of Wan Wanqiu to Su Zian by Wan Qianluan. Although neither of them mentioned this matter, the relationship between Su Zan and Wan Wanqiu is getting closer.

Wan Wanqiu's free and easy personality can indeed make Su Zang happy after going through many vicissitudes of life, while Meng Yan can only provide silent companionship.

One is as warm as a candle and the other is as passionate as a bonfire. Su Zan, a guy who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, naturally would not choose to whisper gently to the candle. After talking all night long, he would rather dance around the bonfire and chat about his own stories.

On the other side, Leng Ziluo, who was still gritting his teeth and practicing the spiritual skills passed down to him by Su Zan, endured the pain caused by excessive practice, his figure trembling and his face a little distorted.

Meng Yan saw it and hurriedly sent a burst of spiritual power to relieve his pain, and said softly: "Zi Luo, there is no need to be in such a hurry. The journey of cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight. Take your time."

Leng Ziluo has become more and more silent recently. He spends all day either eating, sitting cross-legged, practicing, or falling asleep due to excessive pain.

He was different from the lively and naughty boy who was loved by everyone not long ago. His eyes were as calm as dead water, without any ripples, and there was even a sense of death in the air.

The whole person's temperament also became extremely depressed.

"I understand, Master Madam." Leng Ziluo said in a calm voice.

He worshiped Su Zian as his master. Naturally, this woman who often accompanied Su Zian was regarded by him as his master's wife, and she was the master's wife, and Wan Wanqiu over there was the junior master's wife.

Meng Yan's face was a little shy, but looking at the disciple in front of him, he sighed inwardly. Seeing him closing his eyes and starting to practice again, he walked to the side and sat down, also paying attention to Leng Ziluo's practice.

She couldn't stop Leng Ziluo unless she could catch and kill Murong Lin.

The power of hatred is terrible.

It can destroy everyone's will and make people unable to survive or die.

And the blood feud of thousands of clan members that Leng Ziluo was carrying completely crushed this little guy.

Leng Ziluo continued to practice, holding tightly the seed left in his father's mouth in his palm.

The seeds have grown into seedlings, but we haven’t yet seen what kind of seeds they are. The seeds that my father would bite tightly in his mouth before he died, unwilling to reveal them, must be hiding some secret!

But he had never told this secret to anyone, whether it was Su Zan, whom he respected the most, or Meng Yan, whom he had the best relationship with.

He knew that this seed must have something to do with his father's murder. Maybe the Emerald Eyed Fox clan was destroyed because of this seed.

He also knew the talents of their Emerald Eyed Fox clan, and they were very good at cultivating elixirs. He would probably be able to cultivate the seed in front of him soon.

At that time, you will be able to know who framed your father, or who pulled him into trouble! As a result, he was slaughtered by Murong Lin and the Power Gang!

Thinking of this, his heart became unstable again, and his figure began to shake, and the seeds in his hands continued to exude a force, which was quickly absorbed by Leng Ziluo.

But no one noticed the existence of this power.

This power entered Leng Ziluo's body, constantly promoting the improvement of his strength, but secretly damaging his lifespan and blood essence, and at the same time affecting his will.