Different from the joy on the faces of the two real people in the Danjie Stage, Jinlin Jinlin frowned tightly, folded his hands on his chest, and stared at the giant shuttle in the distance with a straight face. Behind him, golden light continued to fly, forming a faint rivalry with the dark flying shuttle.
If Li Qingfeng were here, he would definitely recognize that this old man was the Nascent Soul stage old man who took action against the Casting Stage demon cultivator during the fight against the demon in Lion's Mane Mountain.
It's not that he has actually seen Jin Lin's face, it's just that the golden light behind the old man is so eye-catching, coupled with the identical cold snort, it would be difficult for people not to connect with him.
With the appearance of Jin Lin Zhenren, the speed of the giant shuttle slowed down. At some point, a figure appeared at the top of the shuttle, standing there with his hands behind his back. Just standing there gave people a sense of The feeling of constant pressure.
Jinlin Zhenren looked up, and the man looked down. The moment their eyes touched, the golden light in the sky flashed, and there were faint ripples in the air.
The disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect felt their breathing stagnant, as if something had brushed past their faces.
It was at this moment that the figures on the giant shuttle disappeared, and Jin Lin's eyes moved downwards, looking somewhere in the sky.
"Hahahaha, old Feiyi, it's you. How are you doing lately?"
The next moment, where Jin Lin's eyes fell, a figure suddenly appeared, accompanied by a majestic laughter.
"Hmph, I don't need to worry about you, fellow Daoist Ding."
Unlike the visitor, Jin Lin's voice was not polite at all. He crossed his chest and stepped on his sword, and even his face became gloomy.
The person who came was a man with broad shoulders and a rather tall stature. He was wearing a blue-based gold-trimmed outfit with various dark patterns painted on it. As soon as he stood there, he gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression. If you look closely, you can see that he has thick eyebrows, slightly protruding lips, and a shrewd light in his deep eyes. His hair is black, and it is simply tied on the head with a hairpin. The whole person looks brighter than gold. Lin Zhenren is a bit younger.
He is a Nascent Soul Stage monk from the Zhenyuan Sect, Qianlang Zhenren Ding Chengwang.
"Haha, Mr. Fei Yi, what kind of friendship do we have? As soon as I heard that you were injured, I rushed over to see you!"
Jin Lin's full name is Wang Feiyi. He is over 900 years old this year. He is an old acquaintance with Ding Chengwang in front of him. Both of them came from Zhennan, and they had never been at odds with each other. They had fought each other hundreds if not thousands of times, so they could be considered old enemies.
Hearing Ding Chengwang's words, Wang Feiyi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared directly into Ding Chengwang's eyes. And what kind of person Qianlang Zhenren is, how could he be suppressed by him? The corners of Youzi's mouth curled up slightly, and he folded his hands in front of his chest.
"Hmph." After a moment, Master Jinlin looked away, stroked his beard and said: "Ding, your nose is still so sharp, why don't you call me Master Goubi from now on, and don't call me Master Qianlang anymore. "
He had already lost to Ding Chengwang in the battle of momentum just now, so there was no need to hide the injury, and he couldn't hide it.
"Haha." Master Qianlang sneered and mocked: "You old guy still has such a poisonous mouth, why not call him Master Gouzui instead? I think it's quite appropriate."
The two Nascent Soul stage masters were quarreling, and all the alchemy stage and foundation stage monks below did not dare to say a word, did not dare to smile, and did not dare to look up, so they could only listen silently.
"Hmph, I won't talk nonsense with you, old man." After a few words of bickering, Master Qianlang snorted and asked directly: "What kind of treasure is found in this Lion's Mane Mountain? Don't lie to me, you Xuantian I don’t believe that the Jianzong created such a big battle, it’s something ordinary.”
"Haha, I'm old and can't remember clearly. Fellow Daoist Ding, I'd better ask someone else."
After hearing what he said, Master Jinlin rolled his eyes and sneered, "Just tell me if you ask me?" Do you really regard me as your disciple?
"Haha, I'm too old to remember? Could it be that it was half buried in the ground?"
Master Qianlang also sneered.
As soon as these words came out, Jin Lin Dao Wang Feiyi's eyes had already looked over. He is about a hundred years older than Qianlang Zhenren, so every time they quarrel, Ding Chengwang always brings this matter up to ridicule him.
"snort!"
The eyes of the two Nascent Soul Masters touched each other, and each of them let out a cold snort, which even made the surrounding air become three cents colder.
The next moment, the golden light behind Master Jinlin suddenly burst out and attacked Master Qianlang; Master Qianlang's right hand brushed a string of chains on his left wrist, forming a huge wave of solid spiritual power and heading straight towards the attacker. The golden glow comes.
With a "bang" sound, the two people's moves collided left and right, setting off waves of air, and golden light broke through the waves, but they were all limited to a range of more than ten feet.
As the moves collided, Jinlin Zhenren's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but let out a breath from his nose. Although Master Qianlang also had some reaction, it was much smaller than Master Jinlin. It was obvious that Master Jinlin suffered a loss in this attack.
"How is it? Do you want to fight again?" Master Qianlang snorted and asked coldly.
"If you want to fight me, will I still be afraid of you?" Although Jinlin Zhenren suffered a little loss, he didn't spare any of his words.
The two of them crossed their arms and looked at each other from a distance, their auras rising steadily. Not far behind them, a group of Xuantian Sword Sect disciples in the Dan-formation and Foundation-building stages were extremely nervous and did not dare to breathe, for fear that the two Nascent Soul Masters would really fight here.
With such a close distance, even two real people in the Dan Formation stage would not be able to withstand the aftermath of their fight, let alone a group of foundation builders. There is still a chance to survive in the core-building stage, but there is no way for them to survive in the foundation-building stage.
After looking at each other for more than ten seconds, Master Jinlin snorted coldly, turned his head away, and said: "I found a Spiritual Infant Fruit Tree with three Spiritual Infant Fruits on it. It has been shared with the people of the Spiritual Medicine Sect. Yes, we have one and they have two. If you want it, go find them yourself..."
"Ha, Mr. Feiyi, don't lie to me." Before Master Jinlin could finish speaking, Master Qianlang interrupted him with a sneer: "I don't believe that a few old guys from the Spiritual Medicine Sect can hurt you. In this case, they are good at refining alchemy, but when it comes to fighting... Humph, if you don't tell me, I will go in and take a look myself!"
After saying that, he was about to stand up. When Master Jinlin saw this, he didn't stop him. He just narrowed his eyes, gently put his hand on the long sword at his waist, and slowly uttered two words in his mouth: "You dare?"
Just two words, but they carry an unparalleled sense of power and threat. As these two words fell, ninety-nine and eighty-one giant black swords on the city spun at the same time, and they all let out a sword cry, which sounded to everyone's ears like a dragon's roar soaring into the sky. The long swords on the waists of the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples trembled sonorously, knocking against the scabbards and making a tinkling sound, as if dragon scales were scraping against each other. It was at this time that the golden dragon's eyes lit up on the long sword on Jin Lin's waist, and with the faint dragon roar, it seemed to come to life.
