Facing the dazzling silver light that was so close to him, Yue Lin burst out with a palm without even looking at it.

His arms suddenly expanded several times, and the fine black scales and blue-purple strange flames flashed in a flash.

boom!

The dazzling light only resisted Yue Lin's fist for less than a moment, and then shattered. Then, in the old man's horrified eyes, his fist hit his chest heavily.

Bang!!!

The spirit energy barrier shattered with one blow, and the old man flew backwards away, directly loaded into the water, causing a high wave.

Everything became quiet again.

"It seems that the power used is getting bigger." Yue Lin moved his wrist, poked out his body and looked at the slowly calming water surface, frowned.

"I have to go into the water to catch him."

After a while, the old man, who was wet and like a chicken, was caught up and lay on his back on the deck, his body twitching from time to time, looking extremely miserable.

Bishuang, a woman in green skirt, ran out of the cabin and lay beside the old man and cried bitterly.

"Shut up, you're not dead yet, let him hand over the Yuan Crystal Stone quickly, otherwise you will really be ready for the funeral..."

Yue Lin's indifferent voice suddenly suppressed the three of them and began to treat the old man in a hurry.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes quietly, his expression faintly, as if he had not figured out who he was, where, and what had happened.

When he saw Yue Lin standing in front of him, his memories of pain and fear suddenly surged into his heart, and his already bleak face turned pale.

"Master." Bishuang gently touched the old man's arm, lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Yuan Jingshi."

Seeing that the old man had no reaction, she became even more anxious. Seeing Yue Lin's expression becoming more and more impatient, she simply turned out her master's storage bag and handed it to Yue Lin.

"Open it yourself and pour out the things inside."

The old man only recovered at this time, as if he had become much older suddenly. He sighed and opened the storage bag, flipped it and fell to the deck.

"There are quite a lot of things, but unfortunately these techniques are completely insulated from me." Yue Lin picked and picked up the items in a large number of items, and took them away when they saw them, which made the empty situation in his storage bag much better.

A bumper harvest, an absolute bumper harvest.

Not to mention other items that do not know their function, Yue Lin harvested as many as 40 pieces in the Yuan crystal stone alone. Although the quality is uneven, the number is better. He smashed it down in one breath and absorbed it directly, increasing the energy reserves of the war space to about 240 units.

He has not yet swallowed the mysterious energy on the statue. Once all of it is absorbed, the total amount of the mysterious energy will exceed 150 units. The two are added together, which is enough to improve the practice of practice again in a targeted manner.

Yue Lin packed the storage bag with satisfaction, and his expression also eased a lot, "Which sect are you cultivators?"

The old man stroked his chest, and there was still severe pain there.

"Your senior, old Yang Song, and these three incompetent disciples are monks from Lingxia Mountain on the west side of Chishui Great Jersey."

"Lingxia Mountain? I have never heard of this sect." Yue Lin thought, "What is the relationship with Qingmu Gate and Baihua Pavilion?"

Yang Song smiled bitterly and said in a depressed tone: "Lingxia Mountain is the name of a mountain. We are just rootless cultivators, and we cannot get a relationship with those holy sects with a long history."

After hearing this, Yue Lin remained silent, and his eyes changed several times, which made Yang Song and the other two feel up and down, fearing that this devil who regarded human life as a tree and would torture them to death.

Finally, Yue Lin's eyes became calm and he pondered: "You guys are pretty good at it, so how about joining my villa? How about being a farmer?"

Yang Song breathed a sigh of relief, struggled to get up, and saluted respectfully: "Sansen Yang Song, I have met the owner of the manor."

Oh? I agreed so quickly without hesitation?

Yue Lin thought about it again but felt normal. Now strength is the most respectful and the strong are the most powerful. He has the biggest fist. He naturally dares not to follow a word, unless the man is determined to die and not want to live.

But in the group of people like them, there are so many ways to make life worse than death. Sometimes even being able to die quickly is a kind of happiness.

Seeing that his greatest reliance was so straightforward that he had lost and surrendered, the leader of the Black Shark Village felt that his strength was exhausted and he collapsed softly at the door.

Yue Lin waved to Zhang Luan, "Drop him down and feed the fish, and you will become the leader of the village in the future."

Yang Song took the healing pill next to him, and stood behind Yue Lin with his hands down, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was a housekeeper.

"Prepare another table of food and drinks, and I will welcome Yang Keqing to the air and dust." Yue Lin ordered casually, and turned his head to Yang Song and said, "Have the other casual cultivators come to the Chishui Daze? Do you know their details?"

Yang Song's eyes flashed with light, and he immediately bowed and said, "Report to the owner of the manor, the other old people are still unclear, but they know that the three brothers of the Tong family are not far away."

Seeing Yang Song's subtle changing expression, Yue Lin suddenly turned to face Yang Song, "Do you have a grudge against them?"

Yang Song's thoughts were pointed out and he was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"I don't care what you are thinking, I just care how far they are from me now and where they are."

"Forget it, take me over and let her follow you too." Yue Lin pointed to Bishuang beside Yang Song and said to her voice.

Yang Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. A few years ago, the three brothers of the Tong family unreasonably occupied a spiritual plantation he had run for a long time, and even seriously injured him. They have not recovered until now. Now that the owner of the Yue Manor wants to take action, the good life of the three brothers is probably coming to an end.

"The owner of the manor, Tongsha, Tonggang and Tongmo, the three brothers are best at a set of joint attack formations. The power that burst out is ten times stronger than the joint forces of the three ordinary Xuanji monks, and it is extremely hidden when activated. Many colleagues fell into their hands like this."

"It is best for the owner to make more preparations before leaving."

Seeing Yue Lin was about to set off immediately, Yang Song raised his snow-white eyebrows and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"There is nothing to prepare." Yue Lin said calmly, "If you still have extra Yuan crystal stones, you can stay for a while to prepare."

"This... there is no extra Yuan crystal stone on my subordinates."

"Then let's go."

"Yes, please follow the orders of the owner of the house."

Yang Song was very confused. He really couldn't understand why Master Yue was so in love with Yuan Crystal Stone. Although this thing is a necessary scarce resource for monks' practice, it is definitely not as precious as it is hard to find a stone. Moreover, as a master as Master Yue, would he still lack the use of Yuan Crystal Stone?
Chapter completed!