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Yuan Wufa and his son looked at Lin Yi together.

Yuan Wufa may not understand how powerful and conceited Lin Yi is, but Yuan Zhan knows it well.

His friend has a solid body, a personality that looks down on the world, extremely strong and proud, and an opponent who can be valued so much by him must be extremely powerful.

Yuan Zhan showed a hint of surprise, and asked with a smile: "Who is the opponent who can be valued so much by Brother Lin?"

"It's the top arrogance of our younger generation in the Southern Region, Ye Zonglin, the holy son of the Mingyue Sect." Lin Yi replied.

"It's the name."

Yuan Wufa nodded, and said: "I planted a secret sentry in Yuanpingshan's mansion. My people have heard of this name, but he was seriously injured not long ago, and now he is secretly healing in Yuanpingshan's mansion."

"Ye Zonglin was injured?" Lin Yi showed surprise, looking incredulous, and asked, "Who actually hurt him?"

Yuan Wufa shook his head and said, "I don't know either, it is said that he was also injured by a monk from your southern region."

Lin Yi squinted his eyes slightly, and he probably knew what was going on in his heart.

The cultivators in the Divine Origin Realm held back each other, there was no chance, and no one would give up his face to kill a junior. Only the strongest members of the younger generation could hurt Ye Zonglin.

"It seems that the Longevity Realm is already in a state of unrest. Those Tianjiao have already fought each other, and I will face Ye Zonglin soon."

Lin Yi was very calm, even if the opponent was the Holy Son of Mingyue Sect, Ye Zonglin was certainly scary, but he was not worried.

"Little friend Lin, may I ask how many monks you have come from the Southern Region?" Yuan Wufa changed the topic with a serious and dignified expression.

Lin Yi was startled for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know the exact number, but I guess there should be a million people."

"Ah."

Millions of ordinary monks were not taken seriously by Yuan Wufa, and then asked: "How many monks in the Shenyuan realm?"

"Brother Lin once told me that dozens of cultivators from the Divine Origin Realm have come, and five or six half-step holy kings have also come." Yuan Zhan replied.

Yuan Wufa's expression changed slightly, which was similar to Yuan Zhan's expression at that time, even more worrying between his brows.

"Father, has something serious happened?"

Yuan Wufa took a sip of wine, nodded heavily, and said blankly: "I received accurate news a day ago that the Divine Ant Clan was occupied by a group of monks from the southern region, and the entire Divine Ant Clan was conquered."

"what!"

Yuan Zhan almost jumped up, showing extreme shock, and his expression was extremely horrified, as if he saw the most terrifying thing.

On the contrary, Lin Yi was very calm. From the time Yuan Wufa asked him how many monks of the Divine Origin Realm had come from the Southern Region, he guessed that something big must have happened in the Longevity Realm.

Although the Divine Ant Clan is one of the six major tribes in the Longevity Realm, they are nothing in the eyes of the great sages of the human race, and each major sect has several monks in the Shenyuan Realm.

If they gather together, it is really not too difficult to conquer a tribe.

Yuan Wufa's expression was solemn, and he also showed a wry smile: "The matter has been confirmed. Dozens of half-step Shenyuan monks of the Shen Ant clan were killed, and the entire tribe was forced to surrender."

Yuan Zhan followed with a sigh, and then seemed to think of something extremely frightening, and exclaimed: "Father is worried?"

"Well, it's not just me who is worried, the elders are also worried. Since the god ants have been conquered, maybe we will be forced to surrender tomorrow."

"Senior, do you know the name of the sect that captured the God Ant Clan?" Lin Yi asked with a slight sigh.

"Golden Crow Sect." Yuan Wufa said immediately.

"Hehe, their speed is really fast, and they have established a firm foothold in the longevity world in such a short period of time." Lin Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and a figure of self-importance emerged in his mind, which was the golden tiger, the holy son of the Golden Crow Sect. .

Yuan Zhan seemed worried at the moment. A powerful race like the God Ant Clan was subverted in an instant. If there were really several unworldly strong men who came together and wanted to praise the father's clan for submission, what would they do?

Would rather die than surrender?

Or become slaves to monks in the southern region like the god ants?

Yuan Wufa stared at his son, and said in a low and forceful voice, "We have been meeting all day today, and I discussed with several elders to come up with a solution."

"any solution?"

"Alliance."

Yuan Wufa spit out two words slowly, his gaze became slightly sharper, but he looked at Lin Yi calmly.

Lin Yi understood.

"Lin Xiaoyou is the leader of the young monks in the southern region, you should understand what I mean?" Yuan Wufa asked.

Lin Yi nodded and replied: "If the senior wins, the Kuafu family will form allies with the sect behind me to deal with the gods together. Your greatest hope is to find the imprisoned soul."

"As for us, we want to get enough benefits. After all, conquering this world is of no use to us southern monks. What we really want are the endless treasures of God's Capital."

Yuan Wufa smiled and said, "Xiaoyou Lin is really a smart person."

Lin Yi also said with a smile: "Your elder should have prepared two plans. If Yuan Pingshan wins, it is convenient for you to form an ally with the Mingyue Sect behind Ye Zonglin."

Yuan Wufa nodded and said: "Yes, this is the only way we can think of, but the premise is that we can only form allies, not become slaves like the god ant clan."

"The senior can only hope to become the patriarch as he wishes." Lin Yi smiled slightly: "Ye Zonglin is an ambitious and crazy guy. Yuan Pingshan's alliance with him is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger. If the Kuafu clan forms an alliance with the Mingyue Sect behind him , then your fate will be even more miserable than that of the god ants."

Yuan Wufa and his son froze slightly.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "But senior, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to help you become the patriarch."

Yuan Zhan was silent for a moment, and asked: "Although Brother Lin and I have not known each other for long, I also know that Brother Lin is open and aboveboard although he is greedy. But can Brother Lin influence the thoughts of the seniors of the noble sect? If they insist on enslaving our Kuafu clan, So what?"

"I can." Lin Yi replied flatly.

"I believe." Yuan Zhan was silent for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

Yuan Wufa looked at his son, and at Lin Yi, a young monk from the southern region with a calm expression, and suddenly laughed: "In this case, I will try my best to compete for the position of patriarch."

"Father, it takes a long time to run for patriarch every time. Now that the Longevity World is in chaos, do the elders still need to test you?"

Yuan Wufa shook his head and explained: "The elders gave three questions, and the one who completes the most will naturally be qualified as the patriarch."

"Which three questions?" Yuan Zhan asked.

……

Just as Yuan Wufa and his son were conspiring with Lin Yi, a mountain peak in Beicheng suddenly released immeasurable strange light.

This mountain was hollowed out by people, and it used to be the place where Yuanping Mountain retreated and practiced, but these days, there lived a person here, a bloody, still very powerful foreign monk.

The name of this monk is Ye Zonglin!

boom!

Like the sky falling apart, the entire mountain suddenly exploded, countless rocks flew horizontally, dust flew up, and a tyrannical aura filled the world.

Amidst the endless smoke and dust, a young man with endless tyranny in his eyes slowly walked out.

Ye Zonglin, go out!