But are the Lin family and the Ruyi Sect really close?

The answer is not necessarily.

As Lin Youhan defeated his competitors with indisputable strength and became the new leader of Ruyi Sect, some ambitious people within the Lin family began to move again, trying to compete for dominance.

For decades since then, the two sides have been fighting openly and secretly.

It is only because of Ruyimen’s closed and conservative style of behavior that it is not known to the outside world.

Of course, those things have nothing to do with Lin Chong.

At this moment, the only thing Lin Chong wanted to do was to seek justice for his mother.

Lin Chong moved his sight and swept through the exquisite and gorgeous buildings around him.

Thinking of the dark and humid environment of Han Zhuo and the pain his mother endured, his eyes suddenly became particularly cold and his energy surged around him.

Lin Lan patted Lin Chong's back of the hand, and shook his head with a very small amplitude.

Lin Chong had to temporarily press his mind to take action, but the coldness in his eyes increased.

The men and women in purple dresses stared at the two of them with a look of vigilance on their faces.

"Crazy!"

They suddenly separated to the sides and gave way to a passage.

A tall and handsome middle-aged man walked into the encirclement and stopped two feet away from Lin Chong and his son.

This middle-aged man was wearing a simple and decent white Tang suit, with sword-browed eyebrows and eagle eyes, thick black hair, and straight back. When he walked, he felt like he was walking in a dragon and tiger, exuding the demeanor of being in the upper position for a long time.

The qi and blood in his body were vigorous and vigorous, like a burning stove, breathing slowly and long, and his eyes were filled with light. He was a martial arts master at the peak of the spiritual cultivation.

Behind the middle-aged man, several equally extraordinary warriors of Huajin, both men, women, young and old, were all well-dressed, and they were often pampered.

Lin Chong narrowed his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Chong with fear at first, then looked at Lin Lan, frowned and said, "Little sister, if you are not in Han Zhu, you should reflect on your mistakes, what are you doing here?"

Lin Lan said expressionlessly: "Where is that person?"

"That person?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, but soon woke up and his eyebrows frowned even more: "If you were asking the head of the family, she continued to go into seclusion two days ago to prepare for the impact of the Martial Saint realm."

While speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at Lin Chong again and specifically emphasized the tone of the four words "The Realm of Martial Saint".

Obviously he already knew Lin Chong's identity and was very alert to Lin Chong.

But it's just a warning.

This place is the base camp of Ruyimen, and the Lin family is Lin Chong's mother clan. He does not think that Lin Chong dares to take the blame for the world, so he takes action here blatantly.

Lin Chong stood silently next to his mother, his eyes drooping and his expression was indifferent, as if he was an outsider.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Apart from blood connection, he has no intersection with the Lin family, let alone having feelings for each other.

In Lin Chong's eyes, these hypocritical and pretentious guys in front of him were not relatives or elders, but a group of shameless people who had bullied their mothers.

Lin Lan looked up and down at the middle-aged man, then swept over everyone behind him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Brother, it seems that you have been doing well over the years."

The middle-aged man's cheek muscles twitched twice: "I know what you want to express. If you hadn't been unclean and violated the rules set by your ancestors, shamed the family and refused to admit your mistakes, how could you end up with the current situation?"

"You mean I'm responsible?"

The smile on the corner of Lin Lan's mouth gradually disappeared, and her hands hanging on her side suddenly clenched, and her voice became sharp: "Is the rules and face of the family so important?"

"What we can pass on to this day depends on rules, without rules, you can't make a square."

The middle-aged man said tough: "If everyone was like you and regarded the rules of the clan as a joke, the Lin family would have long been a mess."

"I don't want to talk to you about the rules!"

Lin Lan showed a deep hatred on her face, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I just want to ask you, do you regret what she did back then?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "No."

Lin Lan nodded and looked behind the middle-aged man again: "Where are you?"

The people turned their heads one after another to avoid Lin Lan's sight.

Seeing this, Lin Lan completely gave up her plan to continue asking questions.

yes.

If they had a little regret, how could they sit and watch her live alone in the valley for twenty years?

How could she sit down and watch her mother and son separate and not meet each other for twenty years?

She shouldn't have asked.

Because the answer has long been in front of you.

The last trace of bond in Lin Lan's heart also disappeared. She suddenly pointed at the middle-aged man and said to Lin Chong: "Zhong'er, I'll introduce you to you. He is your uncle, Lin Chengming."

Lin Chong raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man's face without any emotion.

The middle-aged man named Lin Chengming suddenly felt an indescribable pressure coming to his face, and his palms were sweating and his back was standing on his back.

"It was him who lied to me to go home and promised me that I would be a good brother and help me raise you."

Lin Lan looked at his brother coldly: "But when I was isolated and helpless, he pretended to be deaf and did not dare to stand up and say a word to me, and fart the promises I had once made."

"You said, is he mean or not, and is shameless?"

"certainly!"

Lin Chong's face looked like iron, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, aimed at Lin Chengming and pressed down.

In an instant, the vast and majestic inner breath turned into a huge force and pressed down towards Lin Chengming.

"Crack!"

Lin Chengming's fair face suddenly turned red, his eyes widened, and the bones inside his body made dense explosions.

His whole body was filled with energy, his clothes were free of wind, and his forehead, neck, arms, thighs and other parts were full of blue veins, and he squeezed out all his strength to resist.

But it's useless.

Lin Chong's strength is enough to compete with the Gangjin Martial Saint, and it is not something that only Master Huajin can resist.

Lin Chengming's struggle was destined to be a futile shaking tree.

In just two or three seconds, he was sweating all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

My originally straight back was hunched over inch by inch, and my legs kept shaking.

"Plop!"

When the pressure from the top of the head reached a certain critical point, Lin Chengming could no longer hold on, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground.

Lin Chong looked indifferent and continued to increase the force.

Lin Chengming opened his mouth with difficulty, trying to say something.

However, his energy was blocked by Lin Chong and he could not make any sound.

"Bang!"

In the end, Lin Chengming lay on the ground like a dead fish, his head facing forward and buttocks facing backward, his face pressed against the ground, and he couldn't move even a finger.

The air seemed to solidify.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly.

They didn't expect that Lin Chong really dared to take action, but was still in full view of everyone.

"Don't you help him?"
Chapter completed!