You have a good chance, I accept it.

A faker could actually turn the tables in Zhongzhou, and even deceived his friends and brothers, making them willing to work for him.

He was very angry when he thought of this. This time, he would definitely take back everything that belonged to him.

After [Ye Lin] and his group left, the old man slowly came to the outside of the hall.

"Go, go, the victory or defeat depends on this time. What a bullshit great world battle, what a bullshit fight of the world's smugglers, these juniors just like to play these nonsense."

"Fight, it's best to fight to a loss, it's best to kill Ye Lin."

A trace of hostility flashed in the old man's eyes. This time, for the sake of the layout and for this faker, he had consumed a lot, even if he was a golden immortal, he couldn't bear it.

He spent so much money and gave him his best three thousand disciples, hoping not to let himself down.

And the best result is that Ye Lin can die before this faker arrives, so that he can completely replace Ye Lin without wasting a single soldier.

But this should not be realistic.

Even if he wanted to kill Ye Lin from a distance, there was no hope at all. On the one hand, Ye Lin was protected by luck, and provoking him would easily cause his luck to backfire.

On the other hand, there were powerful golden immortals who took the initiative to block the secrets of heaven, and there were several golden immortals secretly guarding him.

It was extremely difficult for these old guys to do something from a distance, let alone kill Ye Lin directly from a distance.

He put all his hopes on this fake, so he must not let him down.

…

"That's the feeling, that's the feeling."

In Zhongzhou, Ye Lin was bathed in blood. Suddenly, Ye Lin seemed to have realized something and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

This made Li Xiaoyao, who was standing opposite him, stunned for a moment. He didn't know what Ye Lin was doing.

He was obviously fighting with passion, but he didn't expect Ye Lin to sit cross-legged in front of him.

Is this... still going to fight?

Undecided, Li Xiaoyao stood awkwardly in midair for a while, not knowing what to do. He could only look at Ye Lin quietly.

At this moment, the Dao rhyme around Ye Lin was extremely strong, and a domain shadow appeared behind him, emitting waves of chilling breath.

"So that's it, so that's it. This child is practicing the great way of power, and Fellow Daoist Ye Lin fought with this child, trying to observe the power of this child's Dao rhyme to imitate and carve the ten thousand Dao marks."

"Hmm? This... how strong a comprehension support would it take?"

The young man on the side said with shock on his face. He tried to carve the ten thousand Dao marks by understanding the Dao rhyme of others through fighting. What kind of Arabian Nights is he listening to?

Among the Taiyi Xuanxian cultivators, only one out of a hundred may be a perfect Taiyi. This also indirectly shows how difficult it is to achieve perfection in the domain?

And what about Ye Lin? He actually realized the Dao rhyme of the other party by observing the frequency of others' attacks and the Dao rhyme power emanating from his body?

And now it seems to have succeeded?

What kind of heaven-defying and terrifying enlightenment is this?

If it is so easy to carve the ten thousand marks, then the number of perfect Taiyi would not be so small.

"Let's go, protect the way."

One of the four people said, and the other three nodded. Now Ye Lin is enlightened, it is the most critical period, and they should protect him.

This is also the reason why Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the spot to enlighten, because Zixiao City is his base camp, the safest place.