As soon as Lin Xun heard the word "you", he had an ominous premonition. In line with the other party's expression, voice and movement, he pushed Feng Yu next to him forward, "Do you want to say that after so many years of death, how can this person still be so handsome, charming and elegant?"

After saying that, he said to Feng Yu sincerely: "He praises you because he wants to instigate you, and you should take action."

Hu Yankun lost his mind for a second because of Lin Xun's reaction, and suddenly laughed: "It's ridiculous, pitiful! He used to command thousands of troops, how mighty..."

The name that was about to blurt out later was forced back by a gust of sword wind. Lin Xun stood behind him, and was also shocked by the strong internal force fluctuations. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yu who drew his sword in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Feng Yu just glanced at him with his eyes, and his tone was very indifferent: "Help you kill someone to silence me."

The sword lights were chaotic in the sky, and the naked eye could only capture a white figure raising the sword. Lin Xun subconsciously moved his throat: "I want to be attracted by fans."

[System: Please close your eyes, cover your ears, and stay awake.]

A piece of the little finger was cut off. If you were to slow down for a moment, Hu Yankun's entire arm would probably be in danger.

But he didn't feel any pain. Apart from the panic flashing quickly in his expression, Hu He Kun whistled, and the corpses that were walking in the process exploded. Taking advantage of the bloody moment, he retreated to the river and let the undercurrents submerge himself. Before the river flooded his head, he could still hear a rampant and proud laugh:

"I changed my mind, Ran Mingjiang, you never want to know who is standing opposite you," Hu Hekun's face was as distorted as his laughter: "Even if we meet and don't know each other, I want you to be immersed in this pain of not knowing each other forever, hahahahahaha!"

Feng Yu used his sword to draw a path in the air, and the disgusting flesh and blood sank into the bottom of the river with Hu Yankun.

The man had disappeared, but his laughter was still echoing between the stone walls.

Lin Xun:...

【System:...swear.】

"Damn!" In the long life, Lin Xun swears without considering any image for the first time. When it comes to this point, an idiot can guess who he is talking about!

Sure enough, after Hu Yankun finished saying this, Ran Mingjiang's body trembled suddenly. There were still several meters away between the two. Lin Xun could feel the unparalleled heat in his eyes, the joy he lost and regained.

"That idiot." Lin Xun turned his head and stared at Hu Yankun's disappearance and cursed inwardly. He thought to himself that this Liangzi had made up today. Although he didn't know what old grudges there were among them, just with the last sentence, he would make the other party regret living again.

Not everyone realized the shocking secret that might have emerged in Hu Yankun's last words. The head of Wudang was almost shattered at this moment, and the few corpses that had just exploded into pieces, one of which was his beloved disciple Zhang Cunjian.

The crisis did not resolve with Hu Yankun's departure. The remaining dozens of corpses were still walking towards them with slow pace. The combat effectiveness of these corpses was not very strong, but it was difficult for those present to take action.

Abbot Jinghai clasped his hands together, recited Amitabha Buddha, and closed his eyes heavily: "My Buddha is merciful. They have passed away. What donors can do should be to keep peace after death for it."

I don't know if it was because of his words that comforted him, but the first one was the leader of Panlong Sect. A thick man, his hand holding the knife was trembling. After hesitating for a long time, he finally waved at several of them with one knife. Of course, the reaction of the corpse was not as fast as that of living people, but they also could not feel the pain. After being slashed by the knife, they had no intention of stopping except for leaving a terrifying wound.

Seeing this, Ran Mingjiang, who was beside him, rose directly into the air, jumped over all the corpses, raised his sword, and heard only the sound of blood dropping at the tip of the sword.

"Ah!" Fang Yun's old appearance exclaimed, and turned his face to lean on his shoulder, unable to bear to see such a bloody and cruel scene.

The moment Ran Mingjiang put away his sword, dozens of heads fell to the ground, and the corpses that had already stiffened swayed a few times, finally fell down. The empty eyes and the heart with only blood holes left. The scene of the body and head different looks very miserable, but some selfish people began to murmur in a low voice when they saw the trouble was relieved. One of them was the one who had just proposed to blow the fire extinguishing note: "Fortunately, these corpse-turned monsters are not good at fighting."

"The donor is careful," Abbot Jinghai's expression turned a little cold: "They are not monsters, but they were once famous figures in the world."

The man knew he had made a mistake, so he said a few apologies, lowered his head and tried his best to cover up his presence.

Fang Yun gently pushed away the girl leaning against his shoulder, walked to the riverside, and murmured: "Is it over?"

"Just ran away." Feng Yu's words awakened his hope.

Fang Yun raised his eyes and looked at Lin Xun: "Huhekun was injured in the end, right?"

Lin Xun nodded, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was very hurt.

"Didn't you say that the resurrected person was invulnerable to swords and guns?"

"That's the effect that can only be achieved by the Thousand Corpse Pits," Lin Xun: "At most of the time there are only more than one hundred people."

Fang Yun was silent. Most people were silent like him at this moment, resurrected from the dead. Who would have thought that such a thing would really happen in reality, especially those who were immersed in the grief of missing disciples being arrested for sacrifice. They were both sad and indignant and confused in their hearts.

Everyone had a mixture of flavors, but no one paid attention to Lin Xun's identity.

But some people have noticed it, such as Ran Mingjiang and Chen Gui.

Chen Gui's blood-red eyes showed a particularly obvious feeling. He called "Old Man" a few times, but he made it with his mouth, like an abandoned child, standing in place at a loss.

The evil wind tower and his party made the people in the martial arts world who had been living a stable life sound the alarm bell. The remnants of the rebels have resurfaced, and a huge net of extremely bloody, intertwined conspiracy and killing is slowly coming towards them.

Ran Mingjiang symbolically proposed: "There are still many things to be found. Ran wants to take a step first. Can you walk with him?"

The head of Wudang shook his head: "Thank you for your good intentions, but now we need to arrange people to transport the bones of your beloved disciple back."

Many people, including the Lord of Panlong Sect, have this intention. As for Abbot Jinghai, they said that they would stay for the deceased to be saved, and they would also stay for a while.

Ran Mingjiang did not force it. In fact, he didn't care about their stay or not. He was only nervous now.

"What are the arrangements for Mr. Feng?" He was clearly talking to Feng Yu, but his eyes were looking at Lin Xun.

"Go back to the house first."

"I have a heartless request," Ran Mingjiang: "Mr. Feng's friend and I hit it off at first sight. Why not let him stay in Xingluo Mangduo for a few days."

As he spoke a reluctant request, his tone was not about asking for advice, but about some determination.

"I have no friends." Feng Yu said coldly.

Ran Mingjiang curled his lips and pointed at Lin Xun and asked, "Who is he?"

"The person who works in the house to pay off his debts." After saying that, without any intention of staying, Feng Yu said to the other party: "You go out and lead the horse first."

Fang Yun nodded and walked out quickly.

Feng Yu whispered to Lin Xun: "It's time to go back."

Lin Xun nodded.

Fang Yun, who was walking in front, suddenly realized something was wrong and fell into deep thought. The three of them went back together and owed money to anger the young master again and again. As the young master's left and right arms and the second-in-command of Qimufang, why did he just end up with a job leading a horse?

He sighed, sighing that the world is impermanent.

And Ran Mingjiang did not stop Lin Xun's departure.

Until Lin Xun was about to go out, he suddenly heard him say, "There is one thing that Mr. Feng and I have the same idea."

Feng Yu stopped, and Ran Mingjiang said word by word: "If you owe a debt, you have to pay it back." He lowered his head and covered his complicated eyes: "And I am a man who is born to be petty and will get it back no matter how long it takes."

The place to go was ahead. Lin Xun could feel the light that was so close to him, but the words from behind him made his back chill.

The air outside is warm and dry, and occasionally you can see a few butterflies chasing and playing in the air. When the snow horse broke free from the reins and ran to the valley to play wild, Fang Yun had no choice but to chase them back along the horse's hoof prints.

Lin Xun was originally going to wait under the nearby tree, but Feng Yu picked up a leaf and threw it out. Several poisonous snakes fell from the tree. Lin Xun stopped immediately. The Medicine Valley of that year turned into a snake nest, and the poisonous snakes could be seen everywhere, and no place could be taken lightly.

He found a big smooth stone and sat on it, and found a random topic to talk about it, "Uncle Cheng must miss it very much for us to come out for so long."

Feng Yu: "No."

The two words without any distinctive ended the above topic. Lin Xun himself would not feel embarrassed just because the two of them didn't speak. He did not look for other things. He looked at the butterflies flying around in front of him and thought carefully whether to tear off a piece of fabric and ran back and forth to catch butterflies to pass the time.

"Zheng Cai."

Just as his thoughts became more and more bizarre, Feng Yu called his name.

Lin Xun turned slightly and waited for what he wanted to say next.

As a result, it turns out that you should never use ordinary people's thinking to reason about Feng Yu's ideas. After calling this name, he kept silent.

Lin Xun simply didn't play a puzzle with him anymore and said directly: "I still remember when I first met, you thought I was a prodigal son who was looking for flowers and willows."

"It seems that it is better to be a prodigal son who is looking for flowers and willows." Feng Yu said lightly.
Chapter completed!