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In an inn, Lin Yi and Yin Zhao sat by the window and ordered a pot of wine and a few dishes of side dishes.

"This city is quite prosperous, is it one of the most prosperous towns in your Xiling Empire?"

Early this morning, Lin Yi agreed to Yin Zhao's request and brought them to this city named Qiushui.

Yin Zhao once said clearly that winning Qiushui City is a crucial link if he wants to restore the country successfully, especially Wan Wenle, the owner of the city, is the object of Yin Zhao's strong wooing.

"Brother Lin, is it convenient for us to talk here?" Yin Zhao asked cautiously, looking at the endless stream of customers around him.

Lin Yi said: "Don't worry, no one will hear our conversation."

Yin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "Wan Wenle is the king of a different surname in the Xiling Empire. The ancestor of the Wan family fought with his ancestors in the world. He is one of his sworn brothers. This Qiushui City is his territory. Especially, he can raise two children in captivity. Thousands of private soldiers."

"Wan Wenle probably didn't rebel against Li Yingpeng because our Yin clan was already dead. If he knew that I was still alive, I was [-]% confident that he would submit to me."

Lin Yi took a sip of wine, and said slowly: "But the risk is also great. I can accompany you to see Wan Wenle, but I won't make a move easily. Your martial arts cultivation is very good, and you are still half a step away from reaching the secret cultivation gold Situation."

Yin Zhao smiled and said, "Naturally, if I can't even subdue Wan Wenle, how can I restore the country?"

Lin Yi smiled and said nothing more.

……

The night was as cool as water, and the moonlight shone through the trees on the street, casting jagged and mottled black shadows, and the two figures quietly walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Lin Yi took Yin Zhao and easily avoided the rigorous searches and came to the front hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"City Master Wan, you have to give our brother an answer today, and you have been delaying for nearly half a month."

The lights in the front hall of the City Lord's Mansion were brightly lit, and there were many figures. As soon as Lin Yi and the two flew to the roof, they heard a sinister voice.

Wan Wenle was pale and beardless, about 40 years old, and sat drinking tea with a smile. There were two other people in the room besides him.

These two people made no secret of their aura, they were both at the Golden Body Realm of Secret Cultivation, and they could be regarded as masters in the mortal world.

The person who spoke just now was a middle-aged man in a black overcoat. His face was gloomy, and he put the teacup on the table with a bang, and his tone was very impatient.

Wan Wenle put down his teacup slowly, and said slowly, "Master Xiang already has 80 soldiers and horses, so why care about Wan's little fortune."

"City Master Wan, pay attention to your words. Now it is not the Xiling Empire, but the Yuan Empire. This is the emperor's order, and you must obey it." The other person was playing with a pair of iron balls in his hands, skinny, and his triangular eyes flashed from time to time. insidious.

Wan Wenle smiled and said: "The territory of the Yuan Empire is so vast, why should he force others to make things difficult for him? I will not resist him, so please rest assured."

"How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch? Doesn't Wan City Master even understand this principle? If you don't surrender your military power, I'm afraid a catastrophe will come soon."

"Ha ha!"

Wan Wenle laughed, and a blood-like aura suddenly burst out from his body, his eyes were like lightning, and swept across the two people: "You dare to threaten me in Qiushui City? You don't want to go back."

"Naturally, the two of us are not opponents of City Lord Wan and your team, but there are more than [-] dead men lurking in Qiushui City, and we don't want bloodshed to happen in this beautiful city. What do you think, City Lord Wan?"

Wan Wenle's face was ashen, and he shouted angrily: "Li Yingpeng is too deceitful, isn't it enough for him to seek the throne? Do you have to force us veterans to bow their heads and become ministers?"

"We don't dare to guess what the emperor is thinking. The task this time is to get the Lord Wancheng to hand over his military power. If you don't care about Qiushui City, our brothers don't care much." The bony middle-aged man smiled sinisterly, and the iron ball in his hand It was turned into iron sand flowing between the fingers with a light grip.

"Besides, all the descendants of the Yin family are dead, so why is the Lord Wan so pedantic? They won't see you even if you pledge your allegiance to them."

"Yin Zhao is here! Yin Zhaote, the royal family of the Yin family, is here to pay a visit to Uncle Wan." A young man walked in from the outside, walking like a dragon and a tiger, quite grandiosely.

"So it's your remnant, you're still alive, what a fate." The three of Wan Wenle were all stunned, and then the two secret cultivators at the golden body level laughed grinningly.

"Jumping Clown."

Yin Zhao ignored him, but solemnly bowed to Wan Wenle, his voice extremely earnest: "Uncle Wan, I hope you can help me restore my country."

"Little Yu Nian, you are playing for death." The man with the iron ball in his hand screamed, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards him.

Yin Zhao's eyes are like lightning, he does not retreat but advances, and at the same time he punches out fiercely, which is exactly the unique skill of their Yin family's "Golden Lion Breaking Heaven Fist".

boom!

At the critical moment, Lin Yi, who was leaning outside the door, waved his hand, and a soft qi protected the room, otherwise the front hall would collapse in an instant.

Yin Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back a few steps. The blood soaked his chest, but he held his head up and his eyes were extremely determined.

"Yo, it's no wonder that the Seventh Prince is said to have a peerless talent. It's really good. He can catch me in the palm. There are not many people in this world who can catch me in the palm of their hand."

boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, a big hand descended from the sky, turned into three feet in size, and shattered the skinny man. Blood flowed across the sky, and the snow-white wall was stained blood red.

"what!"

The faces of Wan Wenle and the other middle-aged man changed drastically at the same time, and they both showed terrified expressions.

That was a cultivator who was in the golden body state of the Secret Cultivator, and he was beaten to death like this. It was really too dreamy and terrifying for them.

Lin Yi slowly walked in, Yin Zhao hurriedly said, "Brother Lin."

"Very good, within half a month at most, you will be able to step into the golden body of Secret Cultivation," Lin Yi nodded approvingly, then spoke lazily, looking at the frightened middle-aged man: "If you want to survive, you need to know a person." I don't have that much time."

Ding Ding Deng!

A large group of armored soldiers rushed in, and Wan Wenle waved quickly: "Get out, no one can come within a hundred feet without my order."

His foresight is extraordinary, how could it be a mortal who can kill a cultivator at the golden body level with one palm, not to mention the sergeants in the mansion, I am afraid that the combined army of Qiushui City may not be an opponent.

"Senior, be merciful." After the soldiers withdrew, the man who was cultivating the golden body tactfully knelt down, not daring to lift his head.

After Yin Zhao first sought Lin Yi's consent, he quickly cut off all the tendons in his limbs and turned him into a cripple.

"Uncle Wan, do you still remember me?" After finishing all this, Yin Zhao stood up with a slightly cold gaze.

"You...you are the Seventh Prince Yin Zhao! You really didn't die, and the disciples of the Yin family didn't die. That's great." Wan Wenle was stunned for a moment, but after a careful look, his face suddenly revealed The color of ecstasy.