Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Obviously, if Yao Chengjun's people were simply taking care of the hostages, there would be no need to break ground.

Although I still didn't find any offensive objects through the concrete square forest, the closer I got to the parking lot, the more powerful spiritual power I could feel.

The closer he got, the stronger the perceptible spiritual power became. Fang Lin could immediately tell that there was definitely a rare magic weapon under the parking lot.

Although he still didn't know the function of this magic weapon, Fang Lin didn't dare to be negligent about this powerful and pure spiritual energy.

But what followed was a satisfied evil smile at the corner of his mouth. It would be too much of a waste to bury such a good treasure here without giving it to him.

I really have to thank Yao Chengjun for sending me such a good treasure before the meeting between the three provinces.

"Amitabha, since the donor is here, why bother hiding?"

Just as Fang Lin's smile grew, a middle-aged male voice with a strong voice penetrated from the underground parking lot.

Judging from the lack of reaction from everyone around him, it was obvious that the other party's words were completely directed at him.

Using his clairvoyance eyes to look around, he saw a monk in blue cross-dress, with a fat head and big ears but thick hair, smiling towards his position.

It was obvious that although the other party was a monk, he was not an ordinary monk seen in the Central Plains region, but a monk from the Western Regions.

This kind of people have had contact with Qian Lin in the past. Whether it is martial arts or cultivation, they can be said to be completely their own sect, which is very different from the Central Plains area.

"Master, you are very capable."

Now that everything has been discovered by the other party, Fang Lin naturally has no need to think about it anymore, and simply strides toward the underground parking lot with a smile.

"Is it just a good thing? The poor monk doesn't like to hear what the donor said."

As soon as they entered the parking lot area, the two guards automatically retreated behind the monks. As soon as they faced each other, Monk You said with some displeasure.

"Then what should I say? Do I still want to look at you like a fangirl and say, wow, Oppa is so handsome?"

Even Fang Lin didn't expect this guy to be so thick-skinned, so he joked in a dumbfounded way.

"The poor monk really likes to hear this, but his acting skills are a bit too exaggerated." The monk said without being polite at all, with a serious look on his face.

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense, I don't have time to praise you. I'm here to save people, and I don't intend to let you leave alive. Let's show off!"

If it weren't for his serious appearance, Fang Lin would have thought he was just joking with him. After all, this was the first time he had seen such a shameless monk.

However, Fang Lin didn't have the time or mood to argue with him about this, so he went straight to the point with a dark expression.

"Save people? Are the donors referring to them?" Monk Fan pointed at the Ren Xun family who were thrown aside and said calmly.

"Asking knowingly."

"Oh! The donor mainly said that if you want to save the people behind Fan Seng, you can just take them away. Ren family members, that's not okay." Fan Seng pointed to the younger brother behind him, still looking serious.

What do you want his little brothers for? Beating them made Fang Lin feel like he would get his hands dirty.

I don’t know if this guy is really stupid? Or being stupid? If it weren't for Fang Lin's good attitude, someone else would probably be pissed off by this bastard.

"It's not up to you."

No matter what, Fang Lin was not in the mood to talk to

Time continued to play tricks on him. Immediately, he quickly kneaded the secrets in his hands, his tone became more and more gloomy, and he said coldly.

"No... I have the final say here, and of course it is the poor monk who has the final say.

Donor, I would advise you to speak calmly and calmly. After all, there are very few people in this world who dare not be polite to a poor monk. "

Faced with Fang Lin's displeasure, Fan Seng still maintained a tone and attitude as if he was completely aloof from the incident, and said slowly.

Although everything has been arranged, the meeting between the three provinces is on their own territory after all. So just to be sure, Fang Lin had to rush to Xuanwu Temple in advance to find out.

So Fang Lin didn't intend to talk nonsense with him anymore, but at the moment when Fang Lin was about to take action, he quickly regained his posture completely.

Because he was surprised to find that the Ren Xun family, who had been paralyzed on the ground just now, suddenly and miraculously floated in the air without knowing what method the monk had just used.

"Hey... Donor, I told you not to get excited. Young people, don't forget the lessons of your elders. Impulsiveness is the devil."

Seeing that Fang Lin had become completely honest, Monk Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and flashed a sarcastic sneer.

Although ordinary people couldn't see it, Fang Lin could clearly see that a golden halo suddenly appeared below Ren Xun's family.

The light in the center of the halo is connected, showing the trend of the Five Elements and Bagua. Ren Xun's family is held up by this light.

If that's all, Fang Lin shouldn't be surprised. But through his clairvoyance, he discovered that those rays of light penetrated directly into the bodies of many people and connected to their blood vessels.

Although it has not shown any reaction yet, if it is connected to blood vessels, one can imagine its serious consequences. Once all the blood is sucked out of a person, where is the chance of survival?

Moreover, Fang Lin determined that this thing was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface, otherwise there would be no need to use a magic weapon with such powerful spiritual power as an output carrier.

"What do you want?"

After all, the safety of Ren Xun's family was important, so Fang Lin had to give up the idea of ​​a hard attack for the time being, and said in a deep voice.

"A poor monk does not seek wealth or profit, he is just doing a small favor for a friend."

"Speak directly."

"Young people are just noisy, okay! Since the donor is so anxious, the poor monk will not beat around the bush.

The poor monk's friend's request was very simple, as long as the donor kept his legs.

The benefactor can rest assured that the poor monk is an accomplished monk, not only famous in the world, but at least he is famous among the monks, and he always sticks to his word.

As long as the benefactor meets the requirements of the poor monk's friends, the poor monk will not only let the family survive, but will never make things difficult for you. "

As if he had already thought about it, Monk Fan spoke without thinking.

This method is consistent with Yao Chengjun's style, and Fang Lin can be said to be no exception.

However, I have to say that Yao Chengjun is really good at it. If he loses both legs, looking at the entire Handong and Lingnan provinces, there is no need for the Supreme Elder to take action. Who else can be his opponent? Isn't the meeting between the three provinces like searching for something?

"There's no need to be so obscure. Isn't the friend you're talking about Yao Chengjun? We all are sensible people, so why do we have to hide our heads and show our tails?"

Fang Lin was full of contempt and disdain for Yao Chengjun's shameless methods.

"None of this is important. What's important is that the poor monk is also busy and doesn't have time to wait for you for too long." Obviously, if Yao Chengjun's people were simply taking care of the hostages, there would be no need to break ground at all.

Although I still didn't find any offensive objects through the concrete square forest, the closer I got to the parking lot, the more powerful spiritual power I could feel.

The closer he got, the stronger the perceptible spiritual power became. Fang Lin could immediately tell that there was definitely a rare magic weapon under the parking lot.

Although he still didn't know the function of this magic weapon, Fang Lin didn't dare to be negligent about this powerful and pure spiritual energy.

But what followed was a satisfied evil smile at the corner of his mouth. It would be too much of a waste to bury such a good treasure here without giving it to him.

I really have to thank Yao Chengjun for sending me such a good treasure before the meeting between the three provinces.

"Amitabha, since the donor is here, why bother hiding?"

Just as Fang Lin's smile grew, a middle-aged male voice with a strong voice penetrated from the underground parking lot.

Judging from the lack of reaction from everyone around him, it was obvious that the other party's words were completely directed at him.

Using his clairvoyance eyes to look around, he saw a monk in blue cross-dress, with a fat head and big ears but thick hair, smiling towards his position.

It was obvious that although the other party was a monk, he was not an ordinary monk seen in the Central Plains region, but a monk from the Western Regions.

This kind of people have had contact with Qian Lin in the past. Whether it is martial arts or cultivation, they can be said to be completely their own sect, which is very different from the Central Plains area.

"Master, you are very capable."

Now that everything has been discovered by the other party, Fang Lin naturally has no need to think about it anymore, and simply strides toward the underground parking lot with a smile.

"Is it just a good thing? The poor monk doesn't like to hear what the donor said."

As soon as they entered the parking lot area, the two guards automatically retreated behind the monk. As soon as they faced each other, Monk You said somewhat displeasedly.

"Then what should I say? Do I still want to look at you like a fangirl and say, wow, Oppa is so handsome?"

Even Fang Lin didn't expect this guy to be so thick-skinned, so he joked with a bit of laughter.

"The poor monk likes to hear this, but his acting skills are a bit too exaggerated." The monk was not polite at all and said with a serious face.

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense, I don't have time to praise you. I'm here to save people, and I don't intend to let you leave alive. Let's show it!"

If it weren't for his serious appearance, Fang Lin would have thought he was just joking with him. After all, this was the first time he had seen such a shameless monk.

However, Fang Lin didn't have the time or mood to argue with him about this, so he straightened up and got straight to the point.

"Save people? Are the donors referring to them?" Monk Fan pointed at the Ren Xun family who were thrown aside and said calmly.

"Asking knowingly."

"Oh! The donor mainly said that if you want to save the people behind Fan Seng, you can just take them away. Ren family members, that's not okay." Fan Seng pointed to the younger brother behind him, still looking serious.

What do you want his little brothers for? Fang Lin felt like he would get his hands dirty by beating them up.

I don’t know if this guy is really stupid? Or being stupid? If it weren't for Fang Lin's good attitude, someone else would probably be pissed off by this bastard.

"It's not up to you."

No matter what, Fang Lin was not in the mood to talk to

Time continued to play tricks on him. Immediately, he quickly kneaded the secrets in his hands, and his tone became more and more gloomy, and he said in a cold voice.

"No... I have the final say here, and of course it is the poor monk who has the final say.

Donor, I advise you to speak calmly and calmly. After all, there are very few people in this world who dare not be polite to a poor monk. "

Faced with Fang Lin's displeasure, Fan Seng still maintained a tone and attitude as if he was completely aloof from the incident, and said slowly.

Although everything has been arranged, the meeting between the three provinces is on their own territory after all. So just to be sure, Fang Lin had to rush to Xuanwu Temple in advance to find out.

So Fang Lin didn't intend to talk nonsense with him anymore, but at the moment when Fang Lin was about to take action, he quickly regained his posture completely.

Because he was surprised to find that the Ren Xun family, who had been paralyzed on the ground just now, suddenly and miraculously floated in the air without knowing what method the monk had just used.

"Hey... Donor, I told you not to get excited. Young people, don't forget the lessons of your elders. Impulsiveness is the devil."

Seeing that Fang Lin had become completely honest, Monk Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and flashed a sarcastic sneer.

Although ordinary people couldn't see it, Fang Lin could clearly see that a golden halo suddenly appeared below Ren Xun's family.

The light in the center of the halo is connected, showing the trend of the Five Elements and Bagua. Ren Xun's family is held up by this light.

If that's all, Fang Lin shouldn't be surprised. But through his clairvoyance, he discovered that those rays of light penetrated directly into the bodies of many people and connected to their blood vessels.

Although it has not shown any reaction yet, if it is connected to blood vessels, one can imagine its serious consequences. Once all the blood is sucked out of a person, where is the chance of survival?

Moreover, Fang Lin determined that this thing was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface, otherwise there would be no need to use a magic weapon with such powerful spiritual power as an output carrier.

"What do you want?"

After all, the safety of Ren Xun's family was important, so Fang Lin had to give up the idea of ​​a hard attack for the time being, and said in a deep voice.

"A poor monk does not seek wealth or profit, he is just doing a small favor for a friend."

"Speak directly."

"Young people are just noisy, okay! Since the donor is so anxious, the poor monk will not beat around the bush.

The poor monk's friend's request was very simple, as long as the donor kept his legs.

The donor can rest assured that the poor monk is an accomplished monk, not only famous in the world, but at least he is famous among the monks, and he always keeps his word.

As long as the donor meets the requirements of the poor monk's friends, the poor monk will not only let the family survive, but will never make things difficult for you. "

As if he had already thought about it, Monk Fan spoke without thinking.

This method is consistent with Yao Chengjun's style, and Fang Lin can be said to be no exception.

However, I have to say that Yao Chengjun is really good at it. If he loses both legs, looking at the entire Handong and Lingnan provinces, there is no need for the Supreme Elder to take action. Who else can be his opponent? Isn't the meeting between the three provinces like searching for something?

"There's no need to be so obscure. Isn't the friend you're talking about Yao Chengjun? We all are sensible people, so why do we have to hide our heads and show our tails?"

Fang Lin was full of contempt and disdain for Yao Chengjun's shameless methods.

"None of this is important. What's important is that the poor monk is also busy and doesn't have time to wait for you for too long."