Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin glanced coldly at the man in the blue shirt. This man was in the middle stage of Jing Nirvana. Although his appearance was handsome, there was a gloomy expression in his brows. The two companions behind him were both cultivators of Jing Nirvana Chulin. There are also some clues about where people stand. The two of them had already dispersed when the man in the blue shirt was talking, and they circled around, surrounding Wang Lin in the middle.

But following Wang Lin's gaze, apart from the expression of the man in the green shirt remaining unchanged, the pupils of the other two cultivators in the early stage of Nirvana contracted, revealing nervousness and apprehension.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the man in the blue shirt. He walked to the old man's booth sitting cross-legged not far away. The monks also saw the subtlety of this place, and scattered their positions one after another. The old man in this booth looked calm, rolled his eyelids, and glanced at Wang Lin who was walking. "How many Daoist Yuan Jing do you have?" Wang Lin asked casually, his gaze swept across the jade pendant on the waist of the old man sitting cross-legged. "Not many, only one, but the old man only wants immortal jade, and doesn't want any other items. The old man pulled his face and smiled. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his lips twitched, and the thought entered the old man's mind. The old man was stunned for a moment , looked at Wang Lin for a long time, showing a look of surprise and uncertainty

Wang Lin grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately a storage crack appeared in front of him. He reached in and took out a storage bag. Although monks of Jing Nirvana can use the storage bag, they often choose this item out of concealment when trading. After wiping off the consciousness on the storage bag, Wang Lin said calmly to the old man, "This is the deposit.

The old man took the storage bag, swept it carefully with his spiritual sense, and gave Wang Lin a meaningful look. He paused for a moment, stood up and closed the booth, and said in a deep voice, "In three days, I will look for You." After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but he paused for a moment, looked back at Wang Lin, and sent out a hint of divine thought. "Fellow Daoist acts decisively, old man Ouyang Long, I want you to be my friend! The man in the blue shirt, Yang Yu, is the third disciple of the sixth-level Demon Cong Daoist. Handle it with care, fellow Daoist."

When the divine thoughts came out, the old man left in a hurry without asking how to contact Wang Lin, and Wang Lin didn't ask about this point either.

The voice transmission between Wang Lin and the old man could not be heard by the bystanders. Yang Yu, the man in green shirt, saw Wang Lin only for a moment, and made the old man who set up the stall leave quickly, and couldn't help but become more cautious. As for the two monks who surrounded Wang Lin faintly beside him, they became even more nervous, "Your Excellency is so arrogant, you haven't answered Yang's words!" Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice. "Let your lord come out and talk to me." Wang Lin looked as usual, but his words were gloomy and cold, especially in the ears of the three of them, it was like a bang.

The complexions of the two monks at the early stage of Jingnir who were scattered left and right immediately changed drastically. Yang Yu also shrank his pupils suddenly, and was about to speak.

But at this moment, Wang Lin moved. He took a step forward, as fast as lightning, and in an instant, he came to the side of the monk on the left. There was a fragrance of flowers, and in the fragrance of flowers, there was a huge red flower in front of the monk. This flower was more than ten feet high,

Huaxin stretched out, but it was full of sharp teeth, and it went straight to Wang Lin to devour it.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, he did not retreat but advanced, and his whole body suddenly disappeared without a trace in one step. The moment the flower swallowed up, Wang Lin appeared behind the monk, and his two fingers formed a sword like lightning. Back heart.

With a muffled bang, the cultivator immediately turned pale, blood spurted out, the flowers in front of him collapsed, and his whole body fell to the ground in the distance like a kite with a broken string, knocking down a cultivator's booth.

At this moment, the cultivator on the right backed up abruptly, and with a wave of his right hand, a flying sword transformed into reality, and roared straight towards Wang Lin. Wang Lin turned his head abruptly, his eyes showed a strange light, and he uttered a word! "road!"

His eyes suddenly changed, but the left eye was like a hazy illusion, and the right eye was like lightning galloping to shatter the ground. These two completely different eyes were directly imprinted in the monk's eyes like sharp swords.

The cultivator suddenly trembled, and the flying sword in front of him immediately became chaotic and uncontrollable. It is not clear whether it is true or false.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the monk's eyes were red, as if he was mad, he screamed while holding his head. This scene immediately made the surrounding people gasp.

All of this was extremely fast, and it was almost over in a blink of an eye. The two monks, Wang Lin, were not killed, but they were obviously abolished.

Looking at all this, Li Qianmei's eyes brightened. This was the first time she saw Wang Lin make a direct move, as clean as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Yang Yu's face was pale, watching Wang Lin's whole body sank, the screams from the same door echoed in his ears, and the sound seemed to tear 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 nothing more than crushing ants to him, especially the sarcasm and coldness in his eyes shocked Yang Yu ,. Wang Lin walked towards Yang Yu slowly, step by step.

Back then, Lu Yuncong used the power of heaven and earth for his own use, and used artistic conception to suppress others. Although he collapsed in front of Wang Lin, this method was the use of artistic conception. With Wang Lin's understanding of Tao, he quickly groped for it. Come out and become one of your own supernatural powers.

Now walking step by step, every step falls on Yang Yu's heartbeat. In this way, in Yang Yu's feeling, every step of Wang Lin's is a thumping sound, and the short distance of more than ten steps, but It made Yang Yu's complexion paler.

Every step is like a heartbeat, in Yang Yu's eyes, Wang Lin grew infinitely taller, and fell down like a mountain, but Yang Yu didn't retreat, the veins on his face were swollen, he stared at Wang Lin, and let out a low growl in struggle , the clothes all over his body were bulging like the wind, and his hair was still without wind, but he was no longer as elegant and handsome as before.

Wang Lin snorted coldly, his footsteps had already merged with Yang Yu's heartbeat, regardless of each other, and were completely controlled by Wang Lin's artistic conception, Wang Lin raised his right foot just as he was walking forward. But he didn't step on the ground, but landed in the void. Huan was attracted by Wang Lin's artistic conception, and Yang Yu's heart was supposed to be beating at this moment, but it suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Wang Lin stepped forward, his speed suddenly accelerated, but he took three steps in a row at an extremely fast speed! Bang, bang, bang!

The moment the three steps fell, Yang Yu felt as if a heavy hammer had slammed into his chest, and after hitting it three times in a row, his body shook violently, his complexion instantly turned sickly rosy, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Lin's artistic conception overwhelmed his mind, and he couldn't help but backed away.

But as soon as he took a step back, he immediately spit out blood again, and took a few steps back before he stabilized his body. His complexion faded from rosiness and turned pale. The eyes showed confusion and struggle, and they were bloodshot in an instant.

In his mind, illusory scenes appeared at this moment. Those illusory scenes were the countless ways of his own death and the tragic deaths of his fellow masters and relatives around him. He knew it was fake, but he couldn't tell the difference. Clearly, this illusory scene is like a memory, deeply engraved in his mind, and it becomes more and more real.

Yang Yu's body trembled violently, she held her head but didn't scream, she was struggling all the time, gradually her eyes became clearer less and less, and she became more and more confused. Seeing that she was about to be completely lost in the illusion, Yang Yu kept backing away, screaming for help. "Uncle Master, save me!!"

The moment his voice sounded, a blue shadow flashed over and appeared directly beside Yang Yu, and he tapped his right index finger fiercely between his eyebrows, Yang Yu immediately trembled, and there was a sound of thumping in his body, However, the blood mist dispersed, and the whole person fell to the ground and passed out.

The blue shadow didn't stop, and appeared next to another disciple in a flash, doing the same thing, making the screaming cultivator unconscious. Qingying returned to Yang Yu's body in a flash, revealing his figure. It was an old man with white hair and piercing eagle eyes. "What are you looking for?" Wang Lin looked calmly at the old man.

The old man didn't show any anger, looked at Wang Lin for a while, laughed, cupped his fists and said, "Young Lu Daoyou is very intelligent, the old man has a reason, I was reckless before, please don't mind, why don't we find a place to sit and let the old man apologize."

Wang Lin looked at the old man calmly, pondered for a while, and nodded. Wang Lin's mind had already become a monster, as early as when Yang Yu first appeared, he saw that Yang Yu was the first to see him in the crowd, and then he reminisced with Li Qianmei.

When he came out to reminisce about the old days, although Yang Yu's expression was as usual and he pretended to be unflappable, the nervousness of the two fellow students beside him did not hide the tension very well, which was clearly noticed by Wang Lin.

If it was just that, it would be fine, but Yang Yu pointed the finger at himself in a few words, and with his cultivation, it was a bit too contrived to do so.

Seeing the clues, coupled with the reminder from Ouyang Long, the old man who set up the stall, Wang Lin's heart is clear. This Yang Yu is targeting him. He has only dealt with Mo Congdao once, and that is Zhao Yu. On the way to Moro Continent. But Wang Lin guessed. He didn't know whether the other party's test of his cultivation was because of Zhao Yu's incident, or...a flaw in the Wild Continent.

But no matter what, the world of cultivation respects the strong, and showing some cultivation properly can not only deter people, but also gain respect and qualifications for conversation. In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had already made a decision, so his move was a thunderous blow.

Wang Lin's heart became clearer when he heard the old man say "Fellow Daoist Lu" after he appeared.

After all, Li Qianmei's cultivation time was short, and she didn't have Wang Lin's life and the experience honed by fighting wits with many old monsters in the alliance star field. The adults came to speak, flashed by, and saw the clues. "This person's mind...is even more terrifying than his cultivation!!" Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin, her heart trembling.