Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

"That's...that's!"

Qian Jizi remembered something and looked at the coast shrouded in black mist. At this moment, the surrounding environment should be clear water and blue sky, with more than a dozen flying boats stranded in the mid-air.

But the black mist surrounded them all, and it looked like a living creature, constantly devouring the things inside.

The screams and wails of tens of thousands of people kept coming out. It sounded very desolate, and they didn't know what was happening inside. They just saw the black mist rolling in.

A figure instantly appeared in Qian Jizi's mind. It was Meng Xiang of most of them. The black mist also killed many people at that time.

Murong Lin!

That black mist must be Murong Lin!

Qian Jizi looked toward Wan Qianluan like a rooster that had its feathers stripped off and howled: "What's going on! Why is Murong Lin here too?!"

Everyone around them also looked shocked. Some people's eyes quickly flashed with panic, and they asked Qian Jizi:

"Qianjizi, are you sure?!"

They couldn't believe that the black mist was Murong Lin's method. If it was really Murong Lin, then they might not get any benefits. load

At this moment, they desperately hoped that it was not Murong Lin, so that they could get some benefits from the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce.

Everyone looked at the black mist in front of them in bewilderment, but they didn't notice that Wan Qianluan next to them had a sneer on his face. He smiled strangely at the people in front of them and said, "He's not sure, I'm sure!"

His figure stooped, looking ferocious, and he laughed wildly at the people in front of him, his eyes full of disdain.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Qian Qian Luan in disbelief, and Qian Ji Zi blurted out:

"Are you crazy? Murong Lin you found?"

The retreat route of Wanjin Chamber of Commerce is very secret, and even the seven major sects only got the information after losing their informants who had been buried for hundreds of years.

Logically speaking, Murong Lin should not know about this place. Moreover, the evacuation of Wan Qianluan and others relied on the teleportation array to evacuate here in an instant!

Then there is only one possibility, that is, Wan Qianluan himself revealed the news to Murong Lin in front of him, so Murong Lin appeared here at this moment.

Seeing that the wails had begun to gradually weaken, everyone's faces showed a trace of nervousness, and they all looked towards the black mist.

"Wan Qianluan, are you crazy? Did you really find Murong Lin?" Qian Jizi still shouted in disbelief.

The black fog in front of them slowly dissipated, and soon, more than a dozen airships appeared in the sky in front of them.

The flying boat seemed to have not changed much, but there was no trace of life coming from it, as if all the tens of thousands of people who had gone up before had disappeared at this moment.

how come? That’s tens of thousands of people! There are three more people who have transcended the tribulation realm!

The flying boat also lost control and plummeted to the ground, hitting the edge of the ocean and causing waves to hit the coastline where everyone was.

But in the sky that had returned to its original state, a figure appeared, exuding two colors, one was the black of black mist, and the other was the light that spread all over the body.

He is Murong Lin.

Murong Lin slowly opened his eyes, absorbed the last ray of black mist in the surrounding air into his body, then looked at the people in front of him, smiled and said:

"Long time no see, everyone."

The people in front of them allowed the sea water to sweep towards them, unable to touch their bodies at all, while their figures remained in mid-air, looking at Murong Lin in front of them with horrified expressions.

It’s really Murong Lin!

The scenery in front of them was so charming. The vast sky and earth made people feel relaxed and happy. The scenery in the distance was extremely beautiful, but everyone felt cold in their hearts.

Murong Lin! It's actually Murong Lin!

He's really here!

The crowd's figures flashed, and they were about to leave, but they saw Wan Qianluan beside them smiling ferociously and saying, "Don't leave, everyone! We finally got here, why don't we get together?"

The surrounding space flashed, but it solidified instantly. Everyone looked over and saw that it was Wan Qianluan who had used several Wanjin Pavilions of the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce to block the surrounding space, making it impossible for everyone to tear the space apart.

Murong Lin's figure also flashed and came directly in front of Wan Qianluan. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the people in front of him.

No matter how stupid everyone is at this time, they still know what happened. Wan Qianluan has obviously joined forces with Murong Lin!

But why did Wan Qianluan not even want the people from Wanjin Chamber of Commerce and let Murong Lin kill them? Could it be that he had been thinking of doing this for a long time?

Everyone felt a chill, looking at Wan Qianluan standing respectfully behind Murong Lin in disbelief.

Wan Qianluan respectfully handed over the previously received resources and secret realms to Murong Lin in front of him. Murong Lin accepted them and put them directly into the system space. Then he looked at the people in front of him and smiled slowly:

"Everyone, don't leave in a hurry. I still have a lot to say to you, but it's a pity that it's too late."

At this moment, the dozen or so Tribulation Realm people in front of them could not break through the surrounding space no matter how hard they tried. They wanted to attack the Wanjin Pavilion, but this was not something that could be accomplished in a short while.

Qian Jizi collapsed and shouted towards Wan Qianluan in front of him: "Are you crazy? Did you seek refuge with Murong Lin? You also betrayed the people of Wanjin Chamber of Commerce, they, they..."

He pointed at the sea in front of him and had nothing to say. The dozen giant spaceships in front of him were already resting on the coast, but the bloody smell above was permeating the air, and the despair of the deceased before his death was constantly exuding.