Yue Lin stood in the door of the conference hall and showed a gentle smile, "I am Yue Lin, I don't know who you are?"

The young man didn't answer, took a few sips of tea, changed to a more comfortable and relaxing position, and sighed: "Although this place is remote, it is built with a lot of artistic conception. You, a vulgar blacksmith, know how to enjoy life."

"I just looked at it. The place behind the village is good. You can free up all the people inside. Looking back, my brothers and I have come here, so there is a place to stay."

Yue Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face became even stronger. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Rareless! A mere disciple of the Qingmu Gate sect dared to talk to me in such an attitude and tone. You are very good!" The young man looked up and sat up straight.

Yue Lin came to Yan Shou, looked down at his injuries, and waved to the two little maids: "You guys go out and take Mr. Yan to heal him well."

The young man slowly stood up and pointed at Yue Lin and said, "This is the first time I have seen such an arrogant disciple. It seems that you don't want to live anymore?"

Yue Lin just looked at him with a smile, which made the young man feel angry again, and a sense of resentment surged in his heart.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of his lips, which was unaware of. The young man's index finger was bounced in his sleeve, and a thin needle stumbled on Yue Lin's cheek silently.

This is the Qing Ling Needle that he had been practicing hard for a long time. He attached a strand of spiritual essence to the fine needle engraved with runes. Although the lethality of the Qing Ling Needle shot with his cultivation is still slightly insufficient, it is almost impossible to attack disciples of the same level because of the attribute of point-breaking surfaces.

As long as the opponent is not prepared to hit the target directly, it can easily break the spontaneous spiritual barrier outside the cultivator's body to achieve the goal of hurting people.

The Qingling Needle accurately stabbed Yue Lin's left cheek.

The young man was happy and even more convinced that Yue Lin was just a fool.

"I'll tell you to be arrogant. I'll let you feel pain first before I know how to talk to me."

bite………

In the part under the Qingling needle, a piece of blue-black appearance appeared on Yue Lin's face, which was less than the size of his fingernail, and the patterns of scales were vaguely visible.

The young man's eyes shrank, and the pain he had expected to cover his face did not appear. Looking closely, the Qingling Needle seemed to have not even scratched the guy's oily skin!

"Impossible. The Qing Ling Needle was not blocked by the Spiritual Yuan barrier. If it was directly stabbed into the body, let alone the Qi-Skilling Cultivator Xuan Ji, even the elder of the first Dan Condensing Pill will not be unscathed. This is absolutely impossible!"

Yue Lin held the fine cow hair needle between his two fingers, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully for a while, shook it gently, and then inserted it into the cracks of the bricks on the ground.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Yue Lin said with a smile, walking towards the young man.

The young man looked extremely ugly. He took out two talismans from his sleeve and patted Yue Lin without saying a word.

The talisman spontaneously ignited in the air without wind, creating a dark green barrier, wrapping Yue Lin firmly inside.

Yue Lin's body encountered a dark green barrier, but he paused slightly, then unreasonably knocked him through and stood in front of the young man.

Click.

The young man was strangled by Yue Lin and held up high without any resistance.

He wanted to struggle, but found that he could not use any strength, and the Lingyuan barrier could not play any role in Yue Lin. As Yue Lin continued to increase his strength, the young man's face turned red and he made a hoarse giggle in his throat.

He bowed his head desperately and saw Yue Lin's eyes. There was no other emotion except indifference, as if he was holding onto a person's neck, but just a lifeless stone.

The young man finally collapsed. If he didn't do anything, he felt that Yue Lin would definitely strangle him to death just by just a little bit.

He used the last little strength in his body to exhale it in one breath, and said tremblingly: "You, you can't kill me, I am a disciple of the Sect Master Peak."

Yue Lin smiled again, with a kind and gentle smile, and slowly exerted force on his hands again, almost twisting the young man's neck.

"Give it a chance, spare your life."

At this moment, Yue Lin's gentle smile was the most terrifying thing in the eyes of young people. He burst into tears, but he just mumbled and couldn't speak.

Suddenly, Yue Lin let go of his hand that was snatching his neck, threw the young man to the ground like a dog, kicked his neck with his toes and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

The man tried his best to breathe the hard-earned fresh air. He almost cried when he heard Yue Lin's words and muttered, "What question did you ask me just now?"

Click.

Before he could finish his sentence, Yue Lin was stuck in his neck and picked it up again.

"You think about it again."

The pain of being unable to breathe came again. The young man's hands and feet were cold and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He didn't know why his spiritual barrier did not play any role in front of Yue Lin, and he didn't want to know the reason now. He tried his best to recall what question Yue Lin asked him.

Finally, the inspiration flashed, and the young man shouted in a crying voice: "My name is Zhuanxi, I am a disciple on the Sect Master's Peak."

Pick.

Yue Lin let go and let the young man sit down, smiled and nodded: "Look, how good is there to have questions and answers? This is a pleasant chat, right?"

It’s so good to be dying... Zhuanxi was indignant, but his face was extremely cooperative and showed an agreeable smile: “Yes, yes.”

"What's wrong with you coming to find me?"

Yue Lin sat down on the main seat in the hall, gently tapping the handrail with his fingers, and asked casually with his eyes half closed.

Zhuanxi got up from the ground, rubbed his neck and said, "Sect Master Feng's handwriting."

He deliberately paused for a moment, waiting for Yue Lin's salute.

But Yue Lin did not enter the Qingmu Gate to practice at all. Strictly speaking, it is not even considered a monk at the Qingmu Gate, so he has no idea that the rule of ceremonies needs to be ceremonial when receiving the order from the sect leader.

Yue Lin, who was listening with his ears, saw that Zhuanxi suddenly disappeared, so he couldn't help but pinch his fingers and said with an unexpected expression: "Say, why stop doing something, don't you want to chat happily with me, right?"

"Uh..." Zhuanxi stopped and continued honestly: "The sect leader has ordered Yue Lin to be appointed as the guardian of the foreign territory. The area under his charge is Beicang and Linyuan, the two prefectures in Jin State, who are also in charge of investigations of information, eliminating demons and defending the road, and cooperating with the sect monks' actions."

After listening carefully to the subsequent series of precautions, Yue Lin only became a little interested in the end and nodded, "Yes, there are still fifty Yuan crystal stones to get every year, so give them to me now."
Chapter completed!