After drinking the fish soup, Yue Lin sighed comfortably, "There is nothing but the vast white fog."

"Is it really gone? Haven't you seen a big tree?" Liu Ningfei frowned, with a clear expression of disappointment.

"Are the Ningfei Immortal Envoy joking? This is the Chishui Lake. It is possible to say that aquatic plants are towering trees? How can there be trees growing at the bottom of the water?" Yue Lin widened his eyes, looking disbelief.

Anyway, all the monks who participated in the end were already dead, and no matter how he said it, he would be dead without evidence.

"oh!"

"There is also a monk from Baihua Pavilion, who is very powerful!"

"He could actually come and go freely in the vast white mist where he could not see his five fingers, and he was even more in line with the monster covered in scales!"

Just as Liu Ningfei stood up, Yue Lin clapped his hands again and said loudly as if he had just remembered something.

Liu Ningfei pressed the knee-length skirt and slowly stood up. He heard this and sneered: "What kind of decent cultivator can there be in Baihua Pavilion? If the Pavilion Master is here, it would be better to work. But a mere third elder, Mi Xin, would never last for ten breaths under the monster!"

Yue Lin put the exquisite porcelain bowl on the low table next to him, and his eyes flashed past Liu Ningfei's snow-white legs.

He shook his head, thought and said slowly: "It's not Mi Xin, the third elder of Baihua Pavilion, that man took action, a sword formation composed of hundreds of small swords. It's really amazing."

"What did you say!?"

"What does she look like? Have you seen it clearly?" Liu Ningfei sat back suddenly, regardless of her violent movements, and flew her skirt, revealing the infinite beautiful scenery in front of Yue Lin.

"I don't see it very clearly. After all, I dare not get close at all, but I vaguely heard the name of her moves." Yue Lin smiled slightly in his heart, but on the surface he looked like he was trying hard to recall: "It seems to be - sword formation, thorns, sword formation - Shan Lan?"

"Sword Formation - Thorns..." Liu Ningfei's body suddenly leaned forward, almost all of it pressed against Yue Lin's body.

"You're sure you heard this name!?"

Yue Lin nodded, "That's right, it's this name, the sword formation - Thorns."

Liu Ningfei's eyes were a little lost. She silently repeated a few words and sighed with a sigh: "It turned out to be a thorn. I didn't expect that she was here too, and even more unexpectedly, she actually died in the Chishui Lake."

Yue Lin showed a hint of surprise and poured tea for Liu Ningfei, "Can the fairy Ningfei know that person?"

"She and I are the same type of people, but they are not too different inheritances and have always been competing with each other."

"So that's the case, then she must have been inferior to you."

Liu Ningfei showed a look of memories, shook his head slightly and said, "In the past, I can only say that it is almost the same. It was not until many years ago that I first merged the Yuan and Spirits and entered the Ningdan, and that the gap was slightly widened."

"Envoy Liu Xian, the owner of the house, the table is ready, and I will ask the two adults to move to the banquet hall."

"Go, I'll rest here for a while." Liu Ningfei didn't even raise her head, and kept wiping the long sword placed horizontally on her knees.

"I'll ask them to send some light fruits and vegetables here later?"

"No, don't let me disturb me."

"Ningfei Immortal Envoy has a good rest." Yue Lin stood up, closed the door, and said to Yang Song who was guarding the door, "No one is allowed to enter this room within a hundred feet. Whoever dares to break in private will kill you!"

"I understand." Yang Song bowed deeply and said decisively: "I and my disciples are here personally, so I will definitely not disturb Liu Xian and make peace."

With Zhang Luan and Meng Shiyi accompanying him on the left and right, Yue Lin slowly walked into the Heisha Village Conference Hall.

With a loud bang, dozens of leaders and commanders who could be called famous in the village immediately stood up and prostrated themselves to kneel down.

No one thorned the thorned, because the person who dared to thorned had long been slapped to death by a few casual cultivators who came back with Zhang Luan. Now even the corpse has been swallowed up by fish and shrimps in the Zezhong.

Yue Lin sat steadily at the innermost main table, raised his hand and helped him, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Young Master, to give you a seat."

A group of thieves answered in unison and sat in neatly. It was obvious that they gathered together for this scene and rehearsed a lot.

Yue Lin only drank three glasses of wine, then carried a few bites of fish and got up and left, leaving Zhang Luan and Meng Shi to support the scene.

After Yue Lin left for a while, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became lively. Several thick men with good wine wiped their cold sweat and finally dared to let go of their throats and shout and drink.

Although they looked at it at first sight, they were just an ordinary young man, far inferior to Zhang Song and the other monks in terms of temperament and appearance, when Yue Lin sat there, everyone shuddered.

That feeling was like an ancient giant beast entrenched in the hall, every move was filled with oppressive power. Although he was careless, he might even breathe and turn them into ashes and their corpses were gone.

After Yue Lin came out of the hall, he slowly walked in the Black Shark Village alone. Soon after, he passed through a building and came to the waterside.

"Sir." In the quiet night, a soft voice of a young woman suddenly came.

Yue Lin looked in the sound and saw a delicate figure standing silently not far away.

"You are..." Yue Lin thought for a while, and suddenly realized that he had never asked the other party's name.

"I, Qiuyu, and my sister Qiuyun, thank you for your help."

"Qiuyu, the name is good." Yue Lin walked a few steps over there, "Why are you still staying here? Didn't you ask them to send you back to the shore?"

"I, I have no place to settle down when I go back, so I stay here."

"Where is your home?"

Qiuyu sighed and said, "I, my sister and my parents died early, and I have been living with my uncle in Beilai Mansion. This trip to Chishui Daze also followed the Qiu family in Beilai Mansion to see if I could get a share of it. Unexpectedly, there were only two of us left in the end."

"Since that's the case..." Yue Lin pondered for a moment, and said in a soothing tone: "You will follow Yang Song to live in the villa."

"Thank you for taking it in by your son." Qiu Yu bowed down, and the soft dress fully reflected her concave and elegant figure.

After saying that, Yue Lin turned around and left without even taking a look at him.

As Liu Ningfei said before, there will be no intersection for people who are not in the world and at the same level, and some are just unilateral charity.

Back to the secluded yard specially opened for him, Yue Lin sat in the yard and drank tea for a while, entered the house and closed the door.

In the corner of the yard outside the house, a very faint shadow appeared and the extremely shadow curled up at the corners of the two walls, closely monitoring any movement around.
Chapter completed!