This is a small world in Mount Hua. Although the spiritual energy does not exist and has long been abandoned, it is considered quiet and elegant, and is regarded as a temporary place by these young people.

The one who spoke was a man in yellow. He looked only twenty-seven or eight years old. He had fair skin and handsome appearance, but lacked masculinity and was somewhat feminine.

This person's name is Wu Luolin. He comes from a large clan in Penglai. He is the first of the younger generation in the clan. He stands at the peak of the Daohai Realm and is very strong.

It was him who took action against Long Hun and others, killed a military martial saint, and even told Qin Lin to come to Huashan to lead the death!

"I heard that the Feng clan was destroyed after the Qin surname. Recently, there has been news that I went to Myanmar to cause trouble and destroyed the gods of the country." A beautiful woman said coldly, with a little fear in her words, and the beauty mole on the corner of her mouth looked a little dazzling.

"What god? It's just a terrifying monk from a small foreign country. There's nothing to be afraid of. If I had taken action, I could kill him in three moves. It's not as much as the waste from Qin." Wu Luolin sneered, very disdainful.

"Brother Wu said it right. It's just an indigenous person in the lower world. If you get some opportunities, you don't know how to be rich. You're really looking for death." Another young man stood up, wearing a white dress, looking very elegant, with a gentle smile on his face, very handsome, his eyes like water, and a faint flow of divine beauty. He was obviously also a master.

His name is Wei Yuncang, and he has something to do with the Holy Son. He can be said to be the Holy Son's clan brother.

For this reason, the beautiful woman was very polite to the young man in white, smiled sweetly at him, and then ridiculed Qin Lin and said, "The Holy Son will come in a month. Who can compete with him? How can the person surnamed Qin survive? Do you think he is Kunlun Dragon Son?"

"Why should the Holy Son take action from the native chicken and tile dog? It's just a local bumpkin from the lower realm? If I dare to come, I can kill him immediately!" Wu Luolin suddenly stood up, and two dazzling divine lights shot out from his eyes, which was intimidating.

His tone was very arrogant and extremely contemptuous, as if he could raise his hand and slap Qin Lin to death.

If this is heard by people from outside, they will definitely laugh at it or even despise it.

After all, that's Qin Lin. He has even won several major sects by himself, and recently he has even destroyed all the spirit gods in the human immortal realm. How could such a person be a native chicken?

What a joke?

But none of the people at the scene had any objections, and even nodded and agreed.

Just because they are from Penglai, and they are not ordinary children in Penglai.

Although they were nominally entourages of the Holy Son of Penglai, they were not actually weak people. They were all geniuses of their respective families. They failed on the road to fighting for the Holy Son and were defeated by the Holy Son and became entourages.

But this is not absolute. Once you have the opportunity to break through and your strength exceeds that of the current Holy Son, you can still replace it.

"Everyone, since the Qin surnamed beat the Holy Son's dog, it is disrespectful to the Holy Son and my clan. No one of you will do anything in three days. Let me come first!" Wei Yuncang clasped his fists and saluted several people, smiling as if he seemed politely.

"Although you are the brother of the Holy Son, this matter is not only from your Wei family, but also from my Penglai. I'll do it!" Someone said coldly.

"That's right, a lower world rust, why do you brothers need to take action? Leave it to your younger sister." A female cultivator spoke. Although she was very beautiful, with a slender figure and graceful curves, her eyes were very cold. She was very disdainful when she mentioned Qin Lin, and the rust was as if it was from the heart.

These people can be said to look down on the monks in the lower realm from the bottom of their hearts. Even though Qin Lin had a great record of battle, he still looked down on him and completely disdained him, believing that he was just a terrib, and was not the same as them.

"Chen Nianjiao, let us men do something like murder!" Wu Luolin stood up and said coldly.

"Okay, don't argue, there will be a decision in three days!" Chen Nianjiao glanced at Wu Luolin and did not continue the topic.

Although they were all righteous in their words, they seemed to be for the face of Penglai, but in fact they were all for the treasures on Qin Lin.

A country bumpkin who has such strength at such a young age obviously cannot rely on his own ability to possess a treasure or obtain a certain inheritance. After all, although the earth has long declined, many great people have appeared in ancient times. Perhaps the Qin surnamed has lost some luck and encountered the cave of an ancient figure.

If one of them can get it, it may not be possible to surpass the current Holy Son!

"Well, let's wait and see," Wu Luolin stood on a huge rock with his hands on his back, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "A land bull from the lower realm wants to make a fortune, and he will die miserably. Three days later, let's see who can take off the head of Qin first!"

Just as several people were talking, the space in the distance trembled and a figure came.

At first, I saw that this person was still a few miles away, but in the blink of an eye, he had already passed through the white mist pine forest and appeared among these young geniuses in the upper realm.

"Who are you?" someone stood up and frowned.

"If you want to kill me, why do you need three days to do it today!"

"It's you, Qin Lin?" All the people at the scene were stunned.

Although the other party did not answer directly, it was already very clear. But they didn't think about how Qin Lin had such a courage to come to him in advance?

Where can I get confidence when a country bumpkin?

"Don't you want to take my head? What are you waiting for?" Qin Lin spoke slowly, glanced at everyone, with an extremely cold expression.

"At a young age, why bother to seek death? I can point you a way out and be my retainer. I can protect you from death!" Chen Nianjiao smiled slightly, wanting to be a retainer without bloodshed, and accept Qin Lin as a retainer.

Although Qin Lin is an indigenous person and is looked down upon by her, it is good to have such cultivation at a young age. She is qualified to be her retainer, and this will also facilitate the deprivation of Qin Lin and make her successful.

"I can also give you a clear path and be my slave. I can spare you forever!" Qin Lin looked cold and glanced at Chen Nianjiao, as if he was looking at an idiot.

"You!" Chen Nian's delicate body trembled and she wanted to speak, but the other party had turned around and didn't even look at her more.

"Who is Wu Luolin? Come out and get to die!" Qin Lin's voice was extremely cold, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping past everyone.

"Haha, you all heard it. He ordered me by himself. Don't snatch me from me!" Wu Luolin showed excitement and walked out of the huge rock.

I have to say that this is indeed a master. As he spoke, his body emits treasure brilliance. His whole person gradually became like a war god bathed in golden light. The aura was very terrifying. It was far from comparable to the monks of this age on earth. It was completely different from the same level...
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