Immediately after, Wang Lin swept away.
In addition to these people, a purple -faced old man and a graceful and luxurious palace dress were also sitting in the middle of the main hall.
With the exploration of Wang Lin's consciousness, you can find that the two are monks in the middle of Yuanying.
When Wang Lin looked at the crowd, the surrounding monks also looked at Wang Lin, who entered the new hall, and Han Lizun.
"Brother Han, you are finally here. Please sit down."
The monk Lu smiled and greeted North Korea.
The fire dragon boy on the side also nodded gently at Wang Lin showing a kind of kind smile.
Wang Lin and Han Li glanced at each other, and chose to sit down on the two.
"Han Daoyou, Wang Daoyou, long -term named.
At this moment, a monk wearing a purple robe arched his hands towards Wang Lin, and then introduced one by one:
"This is Mrs. Qi Qi, and I co -control the Ninth National League affairs with me. The rest of the Taoist friends ..."
Subsequently, the old man introduced the monks in the hall to Wang Lin one by one.
To Huangfeng Valley Linghu's ancestor, I saw that he was expressionless and sighed slightly.
Wang Lin moved slightly, but still nodded with a sense of ease.
After introducing the crowd, Wu Peng looked serious:
"The arrival of the two Taoist friends is really excellent. Now we are discussing the rapid development of the French power, which is far exceeding the initial expectations."
"It is said that Elder Yu and others in front of them suffered a major failure again. Even the important ban in the two places was forcibly destroyed by the opponent's help."
"This time the Mu Lan people's offense is extremely fierce. Therefore, the alliance urgently needs strong support from all the fellows."
Hearing Beyezong's cautious remarks, the smile on the face of Zhong Xiu's face gradually disappeared, and there was a heavy breath in the hall.
The atmosphere in the hall was dignified instantly, and the monks looked at each other, obviously shocked and uneasy about the offensive of Mu Lan.
Wang Lin looked calm, but he was thinking quickly.
He had already expected that the offense of Murland would not be simple, but he did not expect that the situation would be so severe.
The line of defense of the Ninth National League was broken and the ban on large arrays was destroyed, which means that the strength of Mu Lan is far exceeding expectations.
"My friend, what is the special thing about the attack of Murland?" Wang Lin asked with a calm tone.
Wu Peng sighed, sinking, sinking:
"Mu Lan Fajie not only brought a few rituals, but also united several other French tribes, which greatly increased."
"Especially the" Tianluo Fa Pan "in their hands can solve our ban on the ban, which makes us caught off guard."
"Tianluo Fa Pan?" Wang Lin frowned slightly, and he was vigilant in his heart. This magic weapon that can solve the prohibited system has indeed pose a huge threat to the defense system of the Ninth National League.
"Not only that, Mulan French also sent the strong man in the late Yuan infant this time."
Wu Peng continued to say that there was a helplessness in his tone.
As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the hall was heavier.
In the later period of Yuan Ying, the monk was extremely powerful. If there was a big monk's intervention, the situation of the Ninth National League would be more difficult.
"Every Taoist friend, now the situation is critical, we must formulate a strategy of response as soon as possible."
Wu Peng looked around everyone, with a firm tone.
Everyone feels that the matter is urgent and should not delay. After returning, each need to quickly spread to the door to prepare.
A sad and thin old man nodded in favor, and everyone expressed his recognition.
Subsequently, everyone discussed the relevant details and decided to send a support forces to delay the offensive of the Mulan people and strive for the time for the Nanda forces.
After the discussion, everyone hurriedly dispersed.
At the time of leaving, Huang Fenggu's ancestors poured into his ears.
Looking at the facial color of the Korean as usual.
Obviously, the pronunciation of Linghu's ancestor was not received.
"Just find yourself?"
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, after all, he and Han Li were both monks in the early Yuan Ying.
According to Wang Lin's inference, Huang Fenggu's ancestors should find two people to win with the kindness of more than a hundred years ago.
What I didn't expect was that I only called myself.
Although it was puzzled, Wang Lin still arched his hands towards Han Li and turned around in the other direction.
...
At this time, Wang Lin was strolling on a slightly remote small street, and his gaze glanced at both sides from time to time. Suddenly, his steps fell on a two -story loft in front of him. This attic is not high, about six or seven feet highs. There is a small salamander hanging in front of the building, and the word "tea" is written on the tan. It turned out to be a tea house.
Outside the building, two men in Huangyi and Xiu were in the foundation period, and their eyes were looking at Wang Lin. Wang Lin smiled slightly and walked straight.
"I have seen the predecessors of Wang, and the ancestor is waiting for a big driving in the inner hall." The two of them saw Wang Lin approaching, and hurriedly arched the handling ritual.
Wang Lin nodded gently, and entered the attic without calmness. The entire loft is quiet and silent, as if no one is. He hesitated a little, and then embarked on the second floor.
As soon as I went upstairs, I saw the second floor, except for one person, still deserted.
The only person sitting at the end, wearing a yellow robe and a brilliant complexion, was the ancestor Linghu's ancestor who had just been in the hall.
At this moment, Linghu's ancestor was sitting next to the Eight Immortal table in the middle of the second floor, holding a cup of tea, and taste carefully.
Wang Lin's gaze flickered, and he didn't hesitate to step forward. He came to the opposite side of Linghu's ancestor in a few steps and sat down steadily.
There is also a green tea cup that has been prepared in front of it.
Linghu's ancestor didn't say much, and he waved with one hand. The cricket teapot on the table floated lightly, and the pot was low, and the tea cup in front of Wang Lin slowly poured half a cup of tea.
Subsequently, the teapot drifted back to the table by itself.
"This teahouse's own spiritual tea is quite good, you might as well taste one or two first."
Linghu's ancestor squinted slightly, glanced at Wang Lin, and said slowly.
Wang Lin smiled slightly and did not oppose it. He picked up the tea cup in front of him and stared at the clear and clear tea.
After a quiet and elegant place, after Wang Lin took a sip of spiritual tea, he looked indifferently:
"Sure enough, it is better than ordinary spirit tea."
Linghu's ancestor sighed slightly, slowly put down the tea cup with a smile, and said leisurely:
"It seems that Wang Daoyou is also a person who is in love with tea. The old man invites Taoist friends to come to the party. This place is indeed a good choice."
Wang Lin looked at each other calmly, bluntly:
"Invited to Wang at this time, it must not just let it be tasted this spirit tea. If you talk about it, please say it straight."
Obviously, Linghu's ancestor had already recognized Wang Lin's identity, and Wang Lin also faintly guessed that the other party invited himself.
Linghu's ancestors saw this, and no longer circulated, and said in a hurry:
"Since Taoist friends are so eager, then we will no longer go around."
"I wonder if Wang Daoyou is willing to return to Huang Fenggu and serve as the elder?"
The tone of his speech was extremely bland, as if this was just a small thing.
Wang Lin heard this that the face was not the slightest color on his face, but he silently looked down at the tea cup in his hand. He hadn't spoken for a long time.
In the cultivation of the immortal world, the past disputes and grievances often fade away with the flow of time. An elderly monk knew that his birthday was about to exhaust, but at most twenty years, he had to sit down.
He stared at Wang Daoyou in front of him deeply, and said slowly:
"The old man was reluctant to investigate anymore, regardless of whether it was right or wrong."
"Now the future of Huang Fenggu is actually in the hands of Daoyou. Wang Daoyou Mo is worried about the small things in the past."
Wang Lin heard the words, looked up slightly, and responded firmly:
"I am very comfortable alone, but I didn't think of entering the gate again."
After that, he shook his head gently and looked firm.
Linghu's ancestors heard their words, and a sneer in the corner of her mouth, saying:
"Wang Daoyou may not have realized how great the power of controlling a group of masses is great to cultivation."
"Not only the precious elixir and materials do not need to look for it, but your status will also be greatly improved."
"Even if you have no interest in this, you should also consider the friendship in Huangfeng Valley."
Linghu's ancestor began to move with emotions:
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"You know, without the monk of the Yuanying period, Huang Fenggu is likely to be destroyed by other Zongmen overnight.
Wang Lin was indifferent, and he did not lack these resources.
As for the status of Xiu Xianjie, he will not take care of it.
Regarding the rise and fall of the denominations, it is the normal state. Even those martial arts that have been passed down for a long time have cut off their inheritance and gradually disappear.
As for the fate of the same door in the past, each has its own creation, and he has no intention of questioning.
Wang Lin's attitude shows that he will not be shaken by these words.
Linghu's ancestors saw Wang Lin's expression indifferent, and obviously they were not indifferent to their proposals.
He knows that Wang Lin's current cultivation and status are no longer the foundation disciples of the foundation of the Immortal Realm.
If Wang Lin can be attracted to Huang Fenggu, it will not only add a tenth infant strong to Zongmen.
It is better to use Wang Lin's influence to stabilize Huangfeng Valley's position in the Xianxian realm of Tiannan.
However, Wang Lin's attitude made him feel tricky.
"Wang Daoyou, the old man knows that you are now cultivated and respectful, and may not care about the matter of Zongmen."
Linghu's ancestor groaned for a moment, with a slight helpless tone:
"But Huang Fenggu was your teacher after all. At that time, you practiced here and had been protected and cultivated by Zongmen."
"Now Zongmen is facing a crisis, do you really stand by?"
Wang Lin heard the words, his expression was still calm, and said faintly:
"Linghu Taoist friend, Wang has left Huang Fenggu for many years, and the matter of Zongmen has nothing to do with me."
"As for the kindness of the year, Wang's heart has its own degree, but the road to cultivation of immortality is the personal thing after all."
"Zongmen is in a dying, and has his own destiny. Wang is unwilling to interfere too much."
Linghu's ancestor frowned slightly, and sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that Wang Lin's attitude was very clear, and even more persuasion would be difficult to change his decision.
"In this case, the old man no longer say more."
Linghu's ancestor slowly got up, looking at Wang Lin complicatedly:
"However, the old man still hopes that Wang Daoyou can read the affection in the past. If Huang Fenggu is difficult in the future, he can help one or two."
Wang Lin nodded slightly and said lightly: "If there is a chance, Wang will help himself as appropriate."
Linghu's ancestor heard the words, and a gratifying color on his face showed his hands, "Thank you for your friends. The old man said."
After that, Linghu's ancestor turned away, and his back seemed a little lonely.
In the original book, Linghu's ancestor exchanged some treasures in order to get Han Li's help.
I just don't know why, but this time I didn't take it out.
However, for Wang Lin today, it is not rare that those items are rare, but the ancestor of Linghu will leave without much waves in his heart.
He has already seen through the Xiu Xianjie's fraud, and the battle between Zongmen is not significant to him.
He is more concerned about his own cultivation and the future.
"Huang Fenggu ..."
Wang Lin murmured in a low voice, and a complex color flashed in his eyes.
Although he didn't have much feelings for Huang Fenggu, after all, he had spent a while there.
If Huang Fenggu faces a disaster one day, he may help him, but it is limited to this.
Wang Lin recovered his thoughts and got up and left the tea building.
After walking out of the tea house, Wang Lin did not return to his residence immediately. Instead, he strolled on the streets of Yantian City, with thousands of thoughts.
"Wang Daoyou, but do you have a mind?"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind. Wang Lin looked back, it was Han Li.
"Brother Han, why are you here?"
Wang Lin smiled slightly and asked.
Han Li stepped forward and walked side by side with Wang Lin, and said lightly:
"Then I saw you left with Linghu's ancestor, and I was curious, so I followed it. I don't know what the ancestor of Linghu talked with you?"
Wang Lin heard the words, and looked calmly to the proposal of Linghu's ancestor, which briefly informed Han Li.
After hearing Han Li, his brows frowned slightly, groaning:
"Linghu's ancestor's move is reasonable. Huang Fenggu really needs a Yuan infant monster to sit in the town now, otherwise it is difficult to protect yourself in the next turbulence."
Wang Lin nodded and said lightly:
"However, I have no interest in Zongmen's affairs. The road to cultivation of immortals is the personal business after all.
Han Li heard the words, and there was a trace of approval in his eyes, and whispered:
"Brother Wang said very much. Xiu Xianjie's weak meat and strong food, the battle between Zongmen is just eye -catching. Only by strong strength can you stand in the cultivation of the immortal world."
Wang Lin smiled slightly and said:
"Brother Han Shi really looked thoroughly."
The two talked while walking, and soon returned to their respective residences.
After returning to the attic, Wang Lin found that Nangong Wan was waiting for him.
"Fujun, you are back."
Nangong Wan greeted and asked with concern.
Wang Lin nodded and briefly informed Nangong Wan today.
After listening to Nangong Wan, his brows frowned slightly, and whispered:
"Fujun, Huang Fenggu is your teacher after all. If it is really difficult, do you really do not intend to help?"
Wang Lin groaned for a moment, faintly:
"If there is a chance, I will help myself as appropriate. But the road to Xiu Xian is a personal thing after all. Zongmen is in the prosperity and decline, and I have my own destiny. I don't want to interfere too much."
Nangong Wen heard his words and sighed softly, saying: "Since the husband has decided, the body will not say much. I just hope that the husband can be careful."
Wang Lin held Nangong Wan's hand and said softly: "Rest assured, I have my own right." (Completed this chapter)