Meng Fan had already dissipated the sword energy that filled the sky.
Now that Mr. Lin is here, there is no need for him to pretend to be fat.
The feeling of being covered by someone is very refreshing.
But even Meng Fan was a little surprised when he heard Mr. Lin say the word "suicide".
There is nothing wrong with asking this old monk to apologize. With Mr. Lin's ability, he will definitely be able to force this old monk to apologize.
But... commit suicide?
For a conscious body like the old monk, this is complete suicide, complete annihilation and ashes.
A "snake and rat" who has lived quietly for so many years must be extremely afraid of death. How could he commit suicide?
"That's too much!" Sure enough, just as Meng Fan guessed, the old monk was furious.
How could a person like this who was just living an ignoble life be willing to die?
Mr. Lin was silent at the moment. He had already said a lot just now.
All that needs to be said has been said!
He raised his hand and formed a sword energy in the void in front of him.
From this sword energy, Meng Fan could faintly feel a familiar smell.
He recalled carefully, wondering where this familiar feeling came from.
After three breaths, his eyes lit up.
This familiar feeling comes from - the Demon Suppressing Sword!
This sword energy of Elder Lin is the demon-suppressing sword energy.
Meng Fan couldn't sense how strong this sword energy was, because he was far behind compared to Elder Lin.
But the sword energy related to the fairy sword is terrifyingly powerful without even thinking about it.
"Kill yourself. This Rao Jingang Temple is full. Otherwise, you will be the sinner who destroyed the Jingang Temple!" Mr. Lin looked at the old monk coldly, ruthlessly and full of murderous intent.
This was the first time Meng Fan had seen Elder Lin's cold attitude. If he hadn't been familiar with Elder Lin, he wouldn't have been able to help but believe that Elder Lin would really go to destroy the Vajra Temple.
Then, under Meng Fan's gaze, the old monk actually slapped him on the head.
Suicide!
Annihilation! !
this……
Meng Fan was a little surprised.
"Do you find it unbelievable?" Mr. Lin turned around and said to Meng Fan with a smile.
"Yes, Master, the disciple would have thought that he would fight to the death, but I didn't expect that he would actually commit suicide."
"That's because he has felt the strength of his master and knows that he has no way to survive and will definitely die. And he doesn't dare to gamble. Since he already knows that he will definitely die, it is better to fight for a way to survive for Vajra Temple!"
When a person is about to die, his heart is also kind.
Mr. Lin continued: "The reason why I want to force him to commit suicide is because I want to take a breath for you!
It is easy to kill him as a teacher, but it is not easy to make him commit suicide.
This kind of person would rather stay in such a dark corner for thousands of years and live an elusive existence, which proves that he is a person who is completely greedy for life and afraid of death.
Letting such a person commit suicide would be complete revenge! "
Meng Fan saluted Mr. Lin and said, "Thank you so much, Master!"
It feels really good to have such a protective master who is bound to retaliate.
"If my teacher guessed correctly, you should want to use this relic to cultivate your consciousness and condense your soul. Now that the hidden danger has been eliminated, you can use it without restraint."
After saying that, Mr. Lin was about to turn around and leave.
Before leaving, he turned back and said: "By the way, there is no need to return this relic to that boy Wu Tian. If he wants it from you, ask him to come to me!"
Although Wu Tian didn't mean it and Wu Tian was not to blame for what happened today, he still had to bear the blame.
Gotta be punished!
As a punishment, he gave the relic to Meng Fan.
Obviously, the status of the son of an old friend is still much lower than that of his direct disciple.
Seeing Mr. Lin disappear, Meng Fan smiled helplessly.
In fact, he had no intention of returning the relic to Wu Tian.
After the storm came to an end, Meng Fan's consciousness did not withdraw from the relic.
The old monk was annihilated and disappeared into thin air. Now there is only pure mana and energy left in the relics, which can be used however you want.
Meng Fan activated the "Xihuang Contemplation Method" and began to absorb the energy in the relic.
Wu Tiandu was able to cultivate his soul with the help of this relic, and Meng Fan was even more able to do so.
After all, his "Xihuang Contemplation Method" will only be stronger than Wu Tian's Contemplation Method!
Time flies like water, and seven days pass in the blink of an eye.
This day, early in the morning.
Meng Fan opened his eyes and put the relic in his hand into the storage ring.
"Congratulations, master, for cultivating a divine soul!" Hong Qi's shadow floated out from the Hong Qi sword and saluted Meng Fan.
Meng Fan stroked a strand of hair in front of Hongqi's forehead and said with a smile: "Hongqi, I have to thank you this time. If you hadn't reminded Master in time, I might have been in big trouble!"
Hongqi's face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and said, "This is what a slave should do."
When Meng Fan and Hong Qi met for the first time, Hong Qi called herself a concubine to Meng Fan, then she called herself a slave, and now she calls herself a slave.
This was a sign of growing inferiority, because Meng Fan was getting better and better day by day, and she felt that she was becoming more and more humble in front of Meng Fan.
Meng Fan said seriously: "Hongqi, don't call yourself a slave in the future. I don't like this title."
"Master, but..."
"No but, don't call me master in the future. You can call me Brother Meng, or you can call me Young Master Meng. In short, don't use derogatory names anymore."
Hongqi looked at Meng Fan's serious attitude and did not dare to resist.
But calling [Brother Meng] is too affectionate. After all, she is just a sword spirit and not the master's sister.
As for the title [Meng Gongzi], it is too alienating.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to call Meng Fan directly the son.
"Master, I know this." Hongqi shouted hesitantly.
"I told you not to call yourself a slave anymore." Meng Fan rubbed his brows, feeling that this girl was really a bit silly.
I changed my name to him, but I didn’t know how to change my name to myself.
Hongqi looked embarrassed. If she didn't call herself a slave, she would be a little embarrassed if she was asked to call herself a concubine or a slave.
It always feels a bit unserious!
Seeing this, Meng Fan could only teach him one sentence at a time: "From now on, you will call me Young Master, and if you call yourself yourself, just use [me]."
Seeing Hongqi being awkward there, he said helplessly: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Just tell her what I said."
"Young Master, I understand." Hongqi said this again according to Meng Fan's request.
These were obviously normal words, but after Hongqi finished speaking, she felt an extremely complicated feeling in her heart.
At this moment, she felt as if she had forgotten her identity as a sword spirit.
She had the illusion for a moment that she felt like she was still human!
Hong Qi, who was in a complicated mood, quickly returned to the Hong Qi Sword and slowly collected her thoughts.
Meng Fan walked out of the room in high spirits. He had just cultivated his soul and was in perfect condition.
Counting the days, he spent seven days in seclusion.
By the way, let's go see how that kid Wu Tian is doing.
