Yue Lin recalled the last moment of the battle with Qingyi.

When he used his last trump card, Qingyi and Chongyi were the first to be hit and blocked more than 90% of his strength. The more tragic Chongyi, his proud strength was like a handful of snow falling into a pan when the Qingyi Seven-Miscellaneous Killing Sword and Yue Linqiangjue broke out, melting away in an instant.

but………

Yue Lin raised his eyebrows.

Qingyi actually barely resisted the invasion of his explosive power. Although in Yue Lin's opinion, he was just at the end of his strength and would collapse if he could not hold on for at most three breaths, at the last moment, a little murderous intent that Qingyi had saved his life and lost the price, so he could directly fall into Yue Lin's eyebrows.

"I didn't expect that there would be someone like you in the world. I will take a step first. I will give you something before leaving. When you get it, whether it will turn into a feather and climb into the sky or fall into the abyss depends on your luck. I will look at you below and see how you become a ruthless Shura ghost step by step..."

Accompanied by that murderous intent, there was the gloomy whisper of Taoist Qingyi, like a curse.

The red blood slowly flowed out of Yue Lin's seven orifices. This was the backlash he suffered after forcing himself to restrain himself from rising and murderous intent. It was just because he did not want to, and did not dare to cross this red line easily, because he felt that once he took this step, the front might be what Qingyi said to have fallen into the abyss.

"Lord?" Bai Yiyi asked with some concern.

Yue Lin threw away the teapot that he had drunk and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a backlash from the practice of practice. Just take a break. You go and check what is the reason for their hastily leaving."

Lan Sui slowed down, stared at Yue Lin with complicated eyes for a long time, and sighed: "What Junior Brother Yue said just now is untrue."

She didn't even say anything about what she almost strangled to death by Yue Lin just now, but instead said something that sounded inexplicably irrelevant.

Yue Lin smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry for what happened just now. Senior sister said that what I said was wrong but blamed Junior Brother. People always change. In fact, it's not just people, and the rules of operation of all things in the world are not constant. I used to say that I don't have the qualifications to practice, but it does not mean that there is no one now."

Lan Suiteng wanted to stand up suddenly, but unexpectedly, his legs became weak and almost fell to the ground.

Yue Lin raised his hand to hold her slender waist and felt a warm and smooth touch, "Sister Sister, be careful."

Lan Sui seemed to have not noticed Yue Lin's big hand pressing on his waist, and said solemnly: "You really have the qualifications to practice!?"

"Don't the elder sister carry a test magic weapon with her? You can tell if you try this kind of thing."

"Junior Brother Yue, please forgive me." Lan Sui immediately took out the magic weapon, poured a thread of spiritual energy in, and carefully adjusted the orientation and aimed at Yue Lin.

After a while, Lan Sui put away the magic weapon in shock, "Congratulations to junior brother, congratulations to junior brother."

Yue Lin knew that he could not be considered a real entry into the gate of immortal cultivation, but was just a fake, so he nodded lightly to Lan Sui's congratulations and said, "It's just a middle-aged and inferior qualification. I can't praise you like this."

Lan Sui was a little reluctant to give in: "My junior brother doesn't know that in the sect records, people like you who have developed the qualifications of cultivation from scratch cannot be said to be none, but they are absolutely rare. There are only a few people over the past few hundred years, and each of them has achieved good achievements."

There are only a few people over the past hundreds of years? Are they all time travelers like me?

Yue Lin narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that he was actually different from them. Those people should have truly possessed the qualifications to practice, but he is just a fake and shoddy product.

Bai Yiyi floated in and whispered in Yue Lin's ear: "Master, Liu Qingchuan, Dian Long and others have left the city gate and headed to the north."

"In addition, according to the information obtained by the slaves from many sources, the purpose of their trip seemed to be to find someone, and to meet the Lord was just a handful of his actions."

"Oh? Do you know who they are looking for..." Yue Lin took a deep breath and did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes. "The Zhou family and the Fan family did not disclose such important information to us at all. It seems that their minds are also a bit unpredictable."

"I am still investigating." Bai Yiyi frowned and said slowly: "In the face of absolute strength, no matter how deep the scheming is, it is just an eggshell that can be broken at will. For the master, there are two main things now. One is to fulfill the arrangements for the appointment with Qingyi on time, and the other is what Liu Qingchuan is looking for and how long will she stay here."

Yue Lin looked at Zhou Ting, who was timid outside the garden and did not dare to come in, and ordered: "Let the senior sister arrange the follow-up matters of the appointment. Yi Yi, go and investigate Liu Qingchuan's affairs now."

"I am still confident in investigating information." Bai Yiyi took the order and left.

The wooden door in the Zhou family's living room has been damaged, so Yue Lin is now sitting directly in the main hall, living in the main seat, and there are two old men sitting on the left and right next to him, namely the heads of the Zhou family and the Fan family. These two people basically represent the will of most of the entire Beicang Mansion...

After the heads of Zhou and Fan's family, Zhou Yongqu and Fan Tianli stood respectively, and then Zhou Ting and Fan Zimo were serving tea and water back and forth.

From time to time outside the main hall, young people with different outfits glanced at it from a distance. With Yue Lin's keen perception now, they could clearly see their envy and jealousy of Zhou Ting in the main hall, as well as their exploration and doubts about him.

Yue Lin was completely unwilling to the ideas of these younger generations of the Zhou family. The two were at different heights and the positions of thinking about problems were different, just like a normal person would not care about kittens and dogs on the roadside at all.

"The owner of Yue Manor is here, which really makes the humble house shine. If there are any inconveniences, I hope the owner of Yue Manor will be forgiven." Zhou Sheng, the head of the Zhou family, hid the deep anxiety in his heart, and his wrinkled face was full of smiles.

"What is the cost of the owner's villa? Even if the servants come and give instructions, Lao I and Brother Zhou Sheng will definitely do their best and support it." Fan Qi, the head of the Fan family, carefully looked at Yue Lin who could not sit upright in the middle.

Yue Lin slowly drank tea with a stylized smile on his face.

The more Fan Qi looked at it, the more he felt that Yue Lin was like an ordinary person. Compared with a vague monk like Liu Qingchuan and Dianlong, he was at most a warrior who practiced internal energy. Not to mention other places, even Zhou and Fan's family caught a lot.

However, from the information sent back by Fan Zimo and others, this Master Yue was a very powerful figure and said bluntly that no one in the family could compare with him.

The news he received was very different from what he had seen with his own eyes. Although Fan Qi thought he had a vision, Ru Ju had to doubt his ability to observe and recognize people.

Yue Lin felt Fan Qi's inquiry gaze from the beginning, but he slowly finished drinking a cup of tea, then raised his head and looked at Fan Qi.
Chapter completed!