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Chapter 121 Middle-aged Scribe

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    As soon as Qingxuan finished speaking, the woman with a flying sword in the Temple of War heard the word "Ma Liang" and her expression changed. Her face was cloudy and uncertain. She gritted her teeth, paused, turned around and flew towards her. This woman is a young woman.  She was well-dressed, round and beautiful, and her appearance was natural, but her fingers were like peeling onion roots, her mouth seemed to be filled with vermilion, and she was floating towards her with slender steps.

    This woman is none other than the little junior sister Xu Si whom Ma Liang has been obsessed with for a long time, even on the battlefield outside the territory.

    She first made a blessing greeting to Qingxuan, then looked at Wang Lin with indifferent eyes, opened and closed her red lips, and said coldly: "Where did the villain dare to pretend to be a member of my War Temple, Senior Brother Qingxuan?  Please help me kill this person." After saying that, she patted the storage bag, and a two-inch long black feather needle appeared in her hand. She shook her wrist lightly, and the feather array immediately swung towards Wang Lin like a heavy rain.  Come.

    The feather needles grew larger in the wind, with a hint of gray light, turning into bursts of black rain, like the help of the wind, shooting towards Wang Lin with overwhelming force.

    Qingxuan was startled, but took a few steps back instead of taking action, staring coldly at Wang Lin without saying a word.

    Wang Lin looked calm, and a sarcastic look flashed through his heart. He flicked his sleeve and turned into an invisible big hand in the air. He grabbed hard and easily caught all the flying feather needles.  He hummed softly, wiped off the consciousness on it, and put it into the storage bag with a calm expression.

    The young woman's bright and enchanting face immediately turned white, a wisp of blood flowed from her cherry-like lips, her delicate body swayed slightly, and the flying sword under her feet suddenly dimmed. Her expression was shocked, and she stared at Wang Lin with a look of disbelief.  In her impression, it was impossible for Ma Liang to have such an ability. He ignored her magic weapon and could actually erase the consciousness on the magic weapon in an understatement. This caused huge waves in her heart.

    At this moment, three rays of sword light flew quickly from the position of the Monk Army War Temple. After landing, three young men were revealed. One of them was Yang Xiong.

    He glanced at the young woman, turned around and clasped his fists at Qingxuan and said, "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Taoist Qingxuan. Junior Brother Ma Liang is indeed a disciple of my War Temple. Please help me guide the way this time."

    Qing Xuan looked at several people with deep meaning, smiled and shook his head. With a movement of his body, Yu Jian left and flew not far away. When he looked back, he saw Yang Xiong standing next to Wang Lin with a respectful expression.  Here, he couldn't help but be stunned. After thinking for a while, he changed his direction and flew towards the location of the Hetu people.

    Yang Xiong ignored others, stood in front of Wang Lin, and whispered: "Master knows the ancestor of Fengluan? The person on the colorful phoenix car is the ancestor. She asked me to pick you up to meet her."

    Wang Lin raised his head and glanced at the army of monks that were constantly moving forward. In the middle of the war temple, there was a colorful phoenix chariot. There was a woman standing on the chariot. The woman was dressed in palace attire. She seemed to be aware of Wang Lin's gaze.  , she turned her head and glanced at Wang Lin.

    Wang Lin looked as normal and knew that this Ancestor Feng Luan was the young woman who asked him for Zhou Zihong's soul blood before.  After pondering for a while, Wang Lin followed Yang Xiong and walked forward. When passing by Xu Si, Wang Lin glanced at her coldly, leaving traces of his consciousness quietly in her body.

    This mark will appear in a month, and the woman will definitely die by then.  Since Wang Lin experienced the drastic changes in the Zhao Kingdom, he has eradicated anyone who is hostile to him, regardless of gender, and nipped everything in the bud.  Since Xu Si made the first move, no wonder he was ruthless.

    Yang Xiong led the way in front of Wang Lin and whispered: "Lin Tao was caught by the Ancestor Fengluan when he was rubbing the map. The map is now in the hands of the Ancestor. Lin Tao has also been punished. If not for this relocation, he would have been imprisoned for ten years."

    Wang Lin¡¯s expression remained as usual, but his inner vigilance became stronger, and he quickly followed Yang Xiong and flew close to the colorful phoenix chariot.  After approaching, Yang Xiong slowed down a few steps. Wang Lin looked calm and flew past Yang Xiong onto the float. He landed opposite the woman, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Wang Lin, see you, senior."

    The woman looked back at the battlefield ahead, glanced at Wang Lin a few times, and then said in a soft voice: "Wang Lin, is that your real name?"

    Wang Lin nodded and remained silent. There were too many people named Wang Lin. There was really no need to hide this kind of thing. It would be bad if the other party noticed it.

    The young woman looked at the army of monks advancing around her, remained silent for a while, and said: "At this time, the Fire Nation is in crisis, and there will be a big war when we get to the Xuanwu Kingdom. Those things you have done will be written off, and there is no need to let them go.  In my heart. If someone comes to trouble you, I will keep you safe, but I can only help you once. After that, you will save Zihong."

    As soon as Feng Luan finished speaking, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened. On the battlefield in the distance, ten huge volcanoes were broken off from the ground by the Nascent Soul monks using their magic power. They rose into the air and were thrown violently.  The fire beasts retreated wherever they passed, and some of them were unable to dodge.His body was immediately smashed into pieces by the giant peak, and his flesh and blood were all bruised.

    Taking advantage of the impact of the mountain opening, the monk army seized the opportunity and rushed out like a bamboo. There were about 20,000 fire beasts chasing Wang Lin, and a gap was opened by the modified army.

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    Feng Luan stared at the battlefield in the distance, and the phoenix chariot under her body suddenly accelerated, following the army of monks, and rushed out.

    Sixteen fire beasts were dragged by Nascent Soul stage masters, roaring repeatedly, and finally stopped. Their cold eyes stared at the retreating army of monks, and then they clasped their hands together in a weird posture, bursting with excitement.  A sound different from the roar just now came from their mouths.

    Immediately afterwards, red filaments spread out from their heads and condensed together above, eventually forming a ring of fire. As soon as the ring of fire appeared, the faces of the sixteen giant beasts immediately showed pious looks, and they all let out low whimpering sounds.  Roar.

    Their bodies were quickly losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bursts of dark red light beams emerged from their bodies and merged into the ring of fire.

    This process lasted for nearly an hour. During this period, some monks noticed the abnormality and turned around to stop it. However, as soon as they approached less than a hundred feet, they were immediately hit by a destructive energy and turned into ashes in an instant.  Seeing this, no more monks came.

    An hour later, the bodies of the sixteen giant beasts slowly dissipated and merged into the ring of fire. The size of the ring of fire did not change, but its color became blood-red. Finally, it shattered silently and turned into dots.  The red spots dissipated between heaven and earth.

    At this moment, all the fire beasts in the entire Fire Burning Kingdom stopped all actions and knelt on the ground one after another, letting out whimpering roars. Then, one of the fire beasts suddenly fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously.  If you look closely, you can see a red spot appearing on its forehead. Its body expands rapidly, growing to ten feet tall in less than a stick of incense.

    Immediately afterwards, one after another, red spots appeared on the foreheads of the fire beasts, and their bodies expanded rapidly. In less than two hours, all the fire beasts in the entire Fire Burning Country seemed to have completed a transformation and turned into  Their size increased by ten feet, and their strength also increased by more than ten times.

    These transformed fire beasts flew up one by one and chased in the direction where the monk army disappeared. Gradually, more and more transformed fire beasts joined the chasing team, and they joined together in a mighty way. It looked good.  Spectacular.

    Let¡¯s talk about the army of monks. After the ten Nascent Soul Stage monks rejoined the team, four of them returned to the Temple of War. One of them, a gray-haired old man, glanced at Wang Lin in the Phoenix Car and said gloomily.  He yelled: "Is it you, a junior, who attracted the fire beast just now?"

    Wang Lin stared at the old man with cold eyes and nodded.

    The old man snorted coldly, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Wang Lin.  Feng Luan, who was standing next to Wang Lin, had a gloomy look on her face. She patted the colorful phoenix chariot, and a five-colored bird suddenly appeared from the phoenix chariot. After a cry, she flapped her wings, and a ring of colorful ripples immediately rippled.

    The old man took a few steps back, looked at the woman, and said angrily: "Feng Luan, what are you doing? This kid not only took away the disciples of my war temple, but also attracted the fire beast just now. Do you know what happened just now?  In the battle, thousands of disciples of our Huo Fen Kingdom lost their lives?"

    Feng Luan looked at her pretty face with a decisive look and said, "As long as I am here, you can't kill him."

    Zhou Jin stared at Feng Luan gloomily. After a moment of silence, he said: "This person is neither Ma Liang nor a disciple of my War Temple. I don't have to kill him, but he is not a disciple of my War Temple and cannot stay here."

    Feng Luan turned to look at Wang Lin and said, "Wang Lin, are you willing to be my registered disciple?"

    Wang Lin quickly thanked him and nodded in agreement.

    Zhou Jin¡¯s eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of coldness. Feng Luan¡¯s cultivation level was comparable to his, both at the early stage of Yuanying, but her dual cultivator Yang Sen¡¯s cultivation level was at the middle stage of Yuanying.  It is really not cost-effective to offend two Nascent Soul monks for a trivial matter. Zhou Jin snorted softly and said: "Since Junior Sister Fengluan is willing to accept him as a disciple, I will not pursue it any further. The identity of this person is temporarily unknown."  Putting it aside, there are now many battles, and with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, he may not be safe even on the battlefield."

    After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

    Except for one of the other three Nascent Soul stage monks who flew towards Feng Luan, the other two shook their heads and smiled bitterly, then dispersed.  The person flying towards Fengluan was a middle-aged scribe, who was none other than Yang Sen, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul who Zhou Jin was quite afraid of.

    He glanced at Wang Lin, frowned slightly, and sighed at Feng Luan: "Sister Luan why are you doing this?"

    Feng Luan looked at the middle-aged scribe coldly and said, "If it hadn't been for him, Hong'er would have died on the battlefield outside the territory. If it hadn't been for your instructions, how could Hong'er have entered such a dangerous place?"

    The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, then turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Lin. After standing up, he took out a jade talisman from his storage bag, touched it with his right hand and threw it to Wang Lin, saying: "This talisman is from my early years."  I have taken back my spiritual consciousness for the refined Nascent Soul-level magic weapon. After you refine it, your life in this battle can be saved."¡ª¡ª

    Please vote for a monthly ticket, alas, the top ten is shaky, please vote for a monthly ticket (To be continued, if you want to know the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember this  Website address: www.hlnovel.com)The scholar said, "If it weren't for him, Hong'er would have died on the battlefield outside the territory. If it weren't for your instructions, how could Hong'er have entered such a dangerous place?"

    The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, then turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Lin. After standing up, he took out a jade talisman from his storage bag, touched it with his right hand and threw it to Wang Lin, saying: "This talisman is from my early years."  I have taken back my spiritual consciousness for the refined Nascent Soul-level magic weapon. After you refine it, your life in this battle can be saved."¡ª¡ª

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