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The setting sun was like blood, and there was a bloody smell in the air. In the indifferent voice of the young prince, only the remaining seven or eight people began to counterattack.

Without the restraint of the leader of the men in black, seven or eight people formed a formation to effectively and decisively kill the remaining men in black.

The rest of the killers have already had their livers and gallbladders torn apart.

The palm that fell from the sky was too terrifying, and their god-like leader was patted into a meat paste, let alone these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Morale dissipated, like a tree falling and a monkey scattered. The black-clothed killers were afraid that Lin Yi would attack again, and fled in all directions.

"Don't chase after the poor." The prince surnamed Yin calmly stopped the unwise move of his subordinates to continue chasing and killing, and then looked at Lin Yi who was watching the show.

Lin Yi was like an outsider, and he didn't help him hunt down the man in black. He calmly met the eyes of the prince surnamed Yin, showing admiration: "Don't mess up in times of danger, and have the demeanor of a king."

"Shangxian is absurdly praised." Yin Zhao bowed his hands, then knelt down on one knee, with a very serious expression: "I beg Shangxian to help me restore the country."

"Get up, I'm not a god, I'm just an ordinary monk." Lin Yi smiled, and waved his hand with a gentle qi to help Yin Zhao up.

The Shiyuan Star is too vast, and the world of monks is not a secret to ordinary people in the mortal world. How many people in the mortal world are eager to worship the immortal gate, and live happily ever after, smiling proudly among the mountains and rivers.

Yin Zhao's eyes showed a little bit of excitement. The person standing in front of him was a monk. If he really had the help of this monk, then he would be able to recover his country.

He will never forget the moment when the palace was breached, the rebel army poured in like a tide, and his father, brother and many royal families all died in battle.

Encountered too many dangers along the way, and now all the dangers have finally passed safely, exhaustion suddenly invaded his heart, Yin Zhao was in a daze before his eyes, and passed out on the ground.

"Prince!"

"Little Lord!"

Lin Yi looked at Yin Zhao who had passed out, sighed and said, "Help your prince and follow me, and I promise to help him restore his country."

"Thank you, Shangxian." Several people were ecstatic, and one person helped Yin Zhao up, and they all stood behind Lin Yi respectfully.

Lin Yi opened the teleportation jade platform, took a few people out of here, and went to a city closer to the Beast Mountain Range.

This city belongs to the Xiling Empire, but the empire has changed its name and is now called the Yuan Dynasty.

"Am I too free to help a down-and-out prince restore his country?" In an inn, Lin Yi took a bath in his room and drank tea leisurely.

"Shangxian, Yin Zhao asks to see you." A calm voice came from outside the door, with a hint of deliberate respect.

"come in."

Yin Zhao pushed the door and entered, knelt down without saying a word, and said in an almost humble voice, "I beg the gods to help me restore the country."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "I appreciate your calmness very much. If you are always humble and flattering, I will underestimate you."

Yin Zhao got up, there was no humility and flattery on his brows, but a wry smile and said: "If I want to ask the gods, I can only do this."

"Sit down, it doesn't have to be like this, I'm just an ordinary monk." Lin Yi said with a smile: "Tell me your story, maybe I can help you, and you don't need to call me Shangxian, my name is Lin Yi. "

"Can I have the audacity to call you Brother Lin?" Yin Zhao's voice was a little apprehensive. Although he was a prince who planned strategies in the mortal world, he was no different from an ant in the eyes of monks.

Lin Yi nodded and motioned Yin Zhao to sit down.

The Seventh Prince hurriedly sat down, then poured him a cup of tea, and after a long silence, he said bitterly: "Why is Brother Lin willing to help this little guy like me? In your eyes, a mere Xiling Empire is nothing. "

Lin Yi frowned slightly, and said hehe: "The world experience is also my practice, and I can vaguely recall some stories from my youth from you, and I am a relatively greedy monk. I heard that there are many delicacies in the Xiling Empire. , if I help you restore the country, can I often eat free food."

Yin Zhao was silent, frowning tightly, bit his lip after a while and said: "Brother Lin, thank you."

Lin Yi said: "I also inquired about some past events of the Xiling Empire just now. Your Yin family is doing well, and the people live well."

"The ancestors of our Yin family were also from poor people in the past. After the founding of the Xiling Empire, many policies that benefited the country and the people were promulgated. Although the country is small, it is very rich. The disciples of the Yin family have always kept the ancestral teachings in mind and dare not forget their roots."

"En." Lin Yi nodded, believing in Yin Zhao's words.

Just now, I secretly inquired about many things. The common people miss the Xiling Empire very much, but fear the current Yuan Dynasty.

The Yuan Dynasty was founded by the prime minister of the Xiling Empire. This is a big careerist. After he planned to seize the throne, he promulgated many chilling laws. One of them is to classify the people of the whole country. Some of the hardworking people are fourth-class people who are worse than pigs and cows.

If a person of the first class kills a person of the fourth class, the crime can be offset by paying only one cow. After this law was promulgated, people were panicked.

"Li Yingpeng, a good-looking man, a gray-bearded old thief, our Yin family has worked so hard to maintain the family business for 300 years, and it was almost destroyed by him." Yin Zhao was full of anger, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

Lin Yi's expression was also very cold, and he said lightly: "This person should be killed."

Yin Zhao pursed his lips, thought for a moment and then said: "Brother Lin, although I really hope that you can help me restore my country, I don't want to deceive you. Li Yingpeng has many masters under his command, and there are also a few very powerful monks."

"Our Yin family dynasty has been passed down for 300 years, and we have recruited many monks, but they are no match for the monks under the old man's command. They showed extremely terrifying fighting power in the first battle of the capital. The strongest army of the Yin family collapsed in an instant. one strike."

Lin Yi nodded and said with a smile: "The experience of the world is also my practice. There are three reasons for me to help you restore the country this time. One is to see you pleasing to the eye. justice."

Yin Zhao's body trembled, as if he couldn't believe it.

In his mind, monks are all aloof and don't care about the life and death of mortals, but he saw that Lin Yi's expression was natural, and it didn't seem like he was lying, and there was no need to lie in front of him.

"Brother Lin is really different from other monks," Yin Zhao sighed, then his eyes flashed, and he asked tentatively: "Since brother is a monk, he should practice in a fairy gate. The monks go out together to deal with the old man, then the eldest brother will not encounter any danger."

Lin Yi had a half-smile, took a deep look at Yin Zhao, and teased, "Do you think I'm incapable of helping you restore your country?"

"That's not what my brother meant."

"Since I promised you to restore the country, you can rest assured, but I only promised you to deal with the monks under Li Yingpeng's command. As for how you raise troops to restore the country and how to fight back, I will not help you."