The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 540
Stepping on the flying sword, crossing mountains and ridges, along the way, all the monks who saw Lin Yang's expressions changed drastically, trembling, and they didn't even dare to take a breath until Lin Yang disappeared.

"This killing star, finally left!"

A monk wiped his forehead without a trace of sweat, and let out a long breath of turbid air with lingering fear.

On the way to Tiger Cloud Mountain in Northwest China, Lin Yang's prestige and ruthlessness had already spread, almost describing Lin Yang as an unrivaled devil, bloodthirsty like life, causing everyone to feel insecure.

But at this moment, Lin Yang didn't pay attention to the things below at all, and even if he noticed the panic of the monks below, he didn't take it to heart, because at this moment, his mind was all on a token in his palm.

"I really didn't expect that Hu Xiao turned out to be the secret killer of Zhenxing Pavilion. All the losers in the internal struggle of Zhenxing Pavilion were sent to Huyun Mountain in the northwest. In name, they were carrying out the task of Zhenxing Pavilion. It is to ask Hu Xiao to help kill the losers, and this time I went to Huyun Mountain, it was because someone in Zhenxing Pavilion ordered Hu Xiao to kill me."

Lin Yang played with the token found in Hu Xiao's storage bag with his palm, and with a cold light in his eyes, he said with a sneer, "Those who can have this kind of secret contact method and can give orders to this kind of secret killer, Who will be in Zhenxing Pavilion, there is no need to guess."

At this point, Lin Yang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Almost as his killing intent flashed, the temperature around his body seemed to be filled with killing intent, and it was a bit chilly.

……

In the valley below the main peak of Zhenxing Pavilion, the streets are criss-crossed, with many houses and dense shops. It looks like a busy city. Most of the black-clothed disciples of Zhenxing Pavilion live here.

At this moment, a large number of people gathered in a house with three bloody plaques of "Purple Bamboo Forest", all of whom were yellow-skinned and East Asian.

In the courtyard, there were a lot of people, and the noise of discussions, like the buzzing of bees, was endless.

At the same time, in the main hall of the house, there were seven or eight peak Huaqi realm gathered together, among which were the figures of Qin Wufeng and Huang Daishan.

"Grandmaster Qin, has Protector Lin really fallen as Shang Wuzhi of Linyuan Pavilion said? Can you contact him to confirm the real situation? Our Purple Bamboo Forest has only been established for a year, and we cannot do without Lin." The protector is the backer."

An old man with a white beard and the peak Qi Transformation Realm asked Qin Wufeng who was sitting at the top and represented Lin Yang.

Concern was written all over his face.

After all, the Zizhu Forest organization was born because of Lin Yang. Those old and young people who came from China and lived in the spirit world originally hoped to have someone to rely on and survive.

However, once Lin Yang really falls, with the cruelty of living in the spirit world, there will be many people who fall into trouble. I am afraid that his living environment in the spirit world will be even more miserable than before the establishment of Zizhu Forest.

"Grandmaster Hao, don't worry, that Shang Wuzhi just wants to disintegrate our fighting spirit and our unity. He is just talking nonsense. How can it be possible for Lin Hufa to fall as a young talent with peerless cultivation. Besides, Zhenxing Pavilion has not issued a message. How can Linyuan Pavilion know the exact news."

Qin Wufeng looked at the old man, pondered for a while, and said with a smile.

But in his heart, he was a little worried.

During this period of time, the news of Lin Yang's death in the northwest was very loud and spread throughout Zhenxing Pavilion. As for the truth or falsehood, no one knew.

"I hope so. However, Linyuan Pavilion seems to want to attack our Zizhu Forest and force us to pay them protection fees. Otherwise, they will destroy our Zizhu Forest. However, in our Zizhu Forest warehouse, there are already Nothing, even if the cultivation of the internal disciples is a problem, there is no possibility of being blackmailed by them. So this matter is probably urgent, how should we deal with it?"

When the old man surnamed Hao heard this, he sighed and said.

Zizhu Forest is a new organization in Zhenxing Pavilion. Apart from Lin Yang, there is no other background, so it is very difficult for Zizhu Forest to survive in the cracks in the entire Zhenxing Pavilion.

"Linyuan Pavilion? How could they have the guts to offend Protector Lin? Don't they know Protector Lin's ruthless methods?"

Sitting beside Qin Wufeng, Huang Daishan frowned and said coldly.

"How could you not know."

A middle-aged man in the Huaqi realm who was sitting on a chair sneered, and said: "But I was lucky enough to climb up to a deputy pavilion master. Although this deputy pavilion master ranks at the bottom of the Zhenxing Pavilion, he is only talented. Peak cultivation base, but after all, he is a deputy pavilion master, so he has a noble status!"

"Damn it, isn't he the deputy pavilion master? Could it be that he dares to kill us in Zizhu Forest?"

"We come from the country of Hua, and our spine cannot be bent. If we are afraid of their Linyuan Pavilion and pay the protection fee, I am afraid that we will not be able to raise our heads in Zhenxing Pavilion or in the spirit world from now on."

"It must not be handed over. If the Linyuan Pavilion dares to attack us, we will not be afraid. At worst, we will fight."

……

In the main hall, several other participants in the meeting were filled with righteous indignation and uttered harsh words.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room was warm.

"Grandmaster Qin, you represent Protector Lin, what do you think of this matter?"

The old man surnamed Hao looked at the angry expressions of the people around him, sighed, and asked Qin Wufeng.

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent, and all eyes fell on Qin Wufeng.

Immediately, Qin Wufeng felt a lot of pressure, and pondered for a long time, finally, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and raised his head suddenly.

"We can't fall under the name of Protector Lin. When Protector Lin first entered the spirit world, he dared to confront Yang Xiaotian, dared to kill Wan Wushan on the stage of life and death, with such arrogance, what a boldness, we faced Linyuan Pavilion How can these black-clothed disciples be afraid, as long as they dare to come, we will... kill them!"

"That's right. We must not lose the name of Protector Lin. Otherwise, when Protector Lin returns to Zhenxing Pavilion and hears our cowardly performance, I'm afraid he will be very unhappy, so we must be tough."

The middle-aged man in Huaqi Realm said firmly.

The other people in charge also opened their mouths, showing toughness, and no one was willing to back down.

Because they have been pretending to be grandsons in the spiritual world for decades, they are already impatient and don't want to continue pretending.

"Okay, this matter is settled here. We, Zizhu Forest, will never compromise in front of Linyuan Pavilion. We must straighten our backs and follow Guardian Lin upright to blaze a trail in the spirit world."

Seeing everyone in the room expressing their opinions one by one, Qin Wufeng looked resolute, stood up from the chair abruptly, and said with a final word.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a black-clothed disciple rushed into the main hall with a flustered expression, clasping his fists at everyone:

"Masters, Shang Wuzhi from Linyuan Pavilion surrounded this place with a large number of people."

(End of this chapter)