Lin Qi suddenly said, "Is there any spirit stone?"
The female cultivator was stunned for a long time, not understanding what she meant.
When the strong man with the knife knocked Lin Qi away and moved forward with a smile, she suddenly reacted and shouted immediately: "I have a spiritual stone!"
"My father is the leader of the Bishui Sect, and my mother is the elder of the Huayuan Sect. As long as you save me, I can give you a large sum of spiritual stones!".
At the same time as he finished speaking, the strong man holding the sword had already fired two sharp sword auras.
These two blades of sword energy hit her Dantian directly.
If she is hit, the female cultivator will become a cripple in an instant and will no longer be able to resist.
At that time, I am afraid that this group of people will be allowed to do whatever they want.
Lin Qi's heart has always been cold, and she actually doesn't mind watching the female cultivator die in front of her.
But she didn't want to see the female cultivator being humiliated like this, in front of her.
Lips are dead, teeth are cold, like people are hurting each other.
Hearing the female cultivator's reply that there was a spirit stone, Lin Qi's Emperor Phoenix Sword was unsheathed silently, and a deep chill lingered in it.
The big man with the sword noticed Lin Qi's cultivation the moment she drew her sword.
Jin Dan at such a young age is either an old monster pretending to be a monster after taking the disguise pill, or he can only be an elite disciple trained by a large sect family.
In the past, the big man with the knife would have endured this and turned around and left.
But at this moment, he glanced around and saw people everywhere.
These people come from all over the world, and countless of them have disguises.
Even if you offend someone, change your face and head after leaving, and run around, who can still recognize them?
If the four of them, the late-stage Jindan cultivators, are afraid of this young disciple who is in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, how can they hold their heads high in the future?
"Little girl, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business! This is not your sect's territory. You can do whatever you want!"
Lin Qi's expression remained unchanged and her eyes were calm, "Go away or fight?"
"You make your own choice."
Her delicate and delicate face was expressionless, her whole body was filled with coldness, her eyelids were slightly raised, and her murderous intent was invisible.
Several shouters in black were actually intimidated by her aura, but the dignity of the monks prevented them from putting down their weapons and admitting defeat.
"In that case, don't blame the brothers for being rude!"
As soon as the leader in black yelled, the three brothers behind him simultaneously burst out with late-stage Jindan cultivation, and a fierce tiger-like aura rushed towards them, scaring many onlookers back three feet.
At the same time, two people had taken the lead in making a sneak attack.
The two people who were the first to beg towards Lin Qi, and were scolded by Lin Qi, suddenly erupted with terrifying auras and attacked Lin Qi at the same time.
Lin Qi stood there, her expression unchanged, but the cold sword intent spread quietly around her.
When several people launched attacks at the same time, a cold white light swept across the crowd.
Everyone only felt a touch of cold air passing through their necks.
Lin Qi's figure has disappeared.
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The majestic and indifferent voice revealed a chill, and the gentle movements of the hands revealed a gentleness inadvertently.
Lin Qi subconsciously stood upright and sobbed subconsciously.
Gong Shaojun wiped the dirt and tears from her face with a handkerchief, and paused when he touched the two bumps on her forehead.
This is not the first time.
Lin Qi was born without one soul and one soul, namely the Earth Soul and the Linghui Soul. She had some symptoms of dementia.
When I was playing outside, I was always bullied, and I always came back with injuries.
Asked her who hurt her, but she didn't even know she was hurt.
She can protect her for a while, but cannot protect her for a lifetime.
Gong Shaojun sighed, "You came just in time, let's take a look together!"
She raised her hand and waved, and everything that happened in the ancestral hall was projected in front of her.
Lin Qi saw his father being pushed down on a bench and being beaten. The black iron board fell on his father's body, and it hurt every time he was slapped.
He howled.
Grandma and mother-in-law were sitting at the front seat, their faces calm and indifferent.
Grandma Guzu asked my mother: "Young Master, this fool deserves to be beaten to death for betraying you and ruining the family tradition. But after all, he is the head of the Lin family... As long as you spare his life, you can do whatever else you want." How to deal with it!"
'My mother took two sips of tea calmly and casually told a big news.
"Last night, I was lucky enough to break through the Nascent Soul."
Lin Qi saw her great-aunt standing up in shock.
Then he angrily ordered the servant: "Beat! Beat me hard! If you beat him to death, throw him out!"
The servant was frightened and increased his intensity.
My father screamed louder and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.
Seeing that the time was almost up, my mother spoke slowly: "Guzu, don't be angry. Lin Jue has a weak character and is not suitable to be the head of the family. It is better to use this matter to let him step down as the head of the family and replace him with someone else..." …how?"
Lin Qi watched her great-aunt's face turn purple.
She was disgusted by her father's failure to live up to expectations, and she was also angry at her mother's pressing steps.
In the small frontier land of Huangcheng, a Nascent Soul monk can guarantee the peace of the Lin family for thousands of years.
If Gong Shaojun divorces his husband in anger and marries another woman, grandma-aunt will have nothing to do.
The Lin family cannot offend her, a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Grandma Guzu tried her best and said, "If Lin Jue is not the head of the family, then who do you think is suitable to be the head of the family?"
My mother said calmly: "Xiao Qi is not young anymore and can take over her father's position."
Let the four-year-old Lin Qi succeed her father as the head of the Lin family? !
Grandma Aunt was surprised and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
As long as the head of the Lin family is still named Lin, she will not be ashamed of her ancestors.
She immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll get someone to make arrangements right away!"
Lin Jue, who was lying half-dead on the ground, suddenly raised his head and pointed at his mother with red eyes: "Young Master, you are plotting against me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed towards Shen Jue with crying voices.
One of the little girls looked angrily at Grandma Aunt Gong and Gong Shaojun in the first seat, with a bit of hatred brewing in her eyes.
Lin Qi looked at her strange yet familiar face with wide eyes.
The girl's face is still very immature, but it coincides with the face of the Taoist fairy named Lin Yun in the dream.
Strange memories came overwhelmingly, impacting Lin Qi's brain like a tide.
She couldn't bear it for a moment, spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Xiaoqi!"
Gong Shaojun's usually calm voice was a little more worried.
Lin Qi felt as if she had had another dream, and as if someone had forced many unfamiliar memories into her.
She learned that the dream she had before was actually her previous life.
She actually lives in a book of words about cultivating immortals.
This storybook tells the story of the struggle of her concubine Lin Yun.
His father was incompetent and his mother was killed. Lin Yun, who was only three years old, could only survive by relying on the Lin family.
As the concubine of the Lin family, everyone in Huangcheng looked down on her.
My eldest sister was stupid and domineering, and she often led others to bully her. Even the servants of the Lin family could bully and abuse her at will.
Lin Yun's life before he was five years old was simply indescribably miserable.
