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"That's ..... Ghost Saint!"

"He's dead!"

A mess of rotten meat flew out and smashed in front of their eyes, and everyone saw the results of the battle at the first time.

Boom Boom!

Losing the master's control, under Zhou Lin's powerful bombardment, the entire blood cloud and the ghost shadow inside were swept away, revealing the young man's indifferent face in the thunderous roar.

"Master!"

Huang Xiaoying cried with joy and wiped her tears desperately.

"Little friend!"

The ancestor of the Han family was overjoyed, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

With Zhou Lin here, this battle can be regarded as a sure victory, if Zhou Lin has an accident, with his strength, even if there is a fire bead, if he wants to get rid of the siege of the three martial saints, I am afraid it will not be easy.

The most frightened are the old farmer and the Hundred Flowers Witch, who are all stunned at the moment.

The old farmer looked at Zhou Lin's cold gaze, and without saying a word, he turned around and shot away into the distance.

I was so frightened that I ran away!

He was really frightened, witnessing the death of the ghost saint, the shock was indescribable, is this still a teenager? Even the old monster doesn't have such terrifying strength, it's terrifying.

"Are you okay?"

Zhou Lin's eyes narrowed, and with one hand and a finger, the fairy sword shot out.

Sou!

In a flash of the sword's light, it sank into the void.

In the distance, a terrible scream was heard, and a corpse suddenly fell from the sky, with a fist-sized blood hole on the door of the head, and blood was splattered.

It's an old peasant-like man.

He was strangled by the fairy sword, his soul was destroyed, and there was a terrifying look in his eyes.

Zhou Lin was annoyed that he saw the wind and steered, and obviously wanted to escape, but in the end he stayed to add fuel to the fire, and he deserved to die.

Hiss!

The world is silent, and the falling needles can be heard!

The Hundred Flowers Witch's breathing was about to stop, and the young women in the void who were urged by illusions looked sluggish and didn't dare to move.

From Zhou Lin's attack to smash the Ghost Saint's Nether Bone Knife, to the Ghost Saint's Jedi counterattack, trying to devour the ghosts with blood clouds, and then to Zhou Lin's counterattack to kill the two, it only took two or three breaths before and after, and the two invincible Martial Saint Realm powerhouses were all the big men who commanded one side to fall here so easily!

It was so fast, so fast that it was desperately fast, and everyone around was dumbfounded.

It's no wonder that the Hundred Flowers Witch is so frightened that her heart and gall are broken, her face is discolored, and she doesn't dare to move, such an action and such strength are completely crushed, if there is any abnormal movement, it is looking for death.

The ancestor of the Han family was the first to wake up and laughed: "Little friend's strength, the old man admires!" ”

"Witch of Flowers, let's catch it!"

The flame beads spewed out and swept through the Dao flames, slaughtering all the phantoms that had been turned into in the void, and finally binding the Hundred Flowers Witch.

"Childe spares his life......"

As soon as the illusion was collected, the Hundred Flowers Witch fell to the ground, and she didn't care about the pain, and when she saw Zhou Lin not far away, she immediately struggled and begged for mercy.

Between the struggles, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she desperately squeezed the scenery on her chest, and the whole person looked pitiful.

"I'll leave it to the ancestor here, and I'm going to say goodbye!"

Zhou Lin turned around, pretended to turn a blind eye, and returned with Huang Xiaoying.

"Little friends stay! Please go to the manor for a while, the old man will be here soon! ”

The ancestor of the Han family hurriedly said: "Xiaoli, why don't you take Xiaoyou to the manor to entertain you?" ”

"Yes, Ancestor!"

Li Niang hurriedly followed, guiding Zhou Lin towards the manor.

"Don't touch your fancy intestines, Xiaoyou is already gone."

The ancestor of the Han family saw Zhou Lin go away, then he sneered, lifted the Hundred Flowers Witch, pinched her jaw, and asked: "Now that you are in my hands, let's say, why do you want to target me Han Jiazhuang?" ”

The Hundred Flowers Witch raised her eyebrows and snorted, "Old Ghost Han, I didn't fall into your hands, the concubine was just worried about that young man." ”

Han Feng's expression was gloomy, "Don't say it? Witch of Flowers, you can tempt others, but you can't tempt the old man, believe it or not, the old man pinched you to death! ”

"Old ghost, you don't have that ability, giggles, I'm not so easy to mess with in Baihua Valley. Why don't we make a deal? ”

The Hundred Flowers Witch's face was like a peach blossom, her eyes flashed, and she straightened up the scenery of the white flowers strangled by the flame rope on her chest, and suddenly looked at Han Feng.

"Oh? Let's talk about it! ”

Han Feng was unmoved, his eyes flickering.

"I gave you a superb fire talisman that can increase the power of half of the fire beads, how about you let me go?"

The Witch of the Hundred Flowers looks like she has eaten you, with a rippling smile on her face.

"What?"

The ancestor of the Han family stared, and unconsciously his subordinates increased their strength, and their hearts suddenly rippled.

The fire bead is a treasure given by the sect, with this treasure after leaving the sect, he Han Feng returned to his hometown, took root outside this Qingfeng City, and established today's Hanjiazhuang.

Hundreds of years have passed, and his strength is stuck at the bottleneck, and if he can get the best fire talisman, even if the power of the fire bead is only increased by half a percent, it is attractive enough.

Call~

It took him a while to relieve, he held back the greed in his heart, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes, "Don't say it?" Then don't blame the old man for destroying flowers with his hot hands, his subordinates are ruthless! ”

The Hundred Flowers Witch's face changed, and she scolded sharply: "Han Feng, are you determined to break your wrist with me today?" ”

"So what? Is it really that the old man is afraid of you? ”

The Han family ancestor looked cold, and the strength of his subordinates increased again.

"Count you ruthless!"

The Hundred Flowers Witch's face changed again, her lips squirmed a few times, and she didn't know what the transmission said, and the ancestor of the Han family let go.

She took out a blood-red fire talisman from her arms and threw it over, instead of putting down the cruel words, she smiled like a flower and said: "Master Han, we don't know each other, I hope to visit in the future, the old owner can not refuse people thousands of miles away." ”

"It's easy to say, I'll not send it far!"

The ancestor of the Han family was expressionless, put away the fire charm, and let the charming witch in front of him slam into countless scattered flowers and disappear in a delicate laughter.

The pestle pondered for a moment before he turned into a strong wind and shot away.

Today's Hanjiazhuang is full of desolation, and the guards who survived are cleaning up the corpses.

In the reception hall, the head of the family, Han Changgen, looked a little better, and was drinking tea with Zhou Lin, "Save your life, Han has nothing to repay, this Ten Thousand Swords Order was originally given by the ancestor, please accept it." ”

"I have prepared a generous gift, waiting for the ancestor to come back......"

Sou!

Han Feng landed in the hall, Han Changgen got up, and his eyes showed joy: "The old ancestor is back!" ”

"Go down, the old man will accompany Xiaoyou."

The ancestor of the Han family glanced at the Ten Thousand Sword Order that was pushed in front of Zhou Lin, flicked his sleeves, and pushed Han Changgen out.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Han Changgen saluted respectfully and turned to leave.

Now that Hanjiazhuang was almost wiped out, all kinds of buildings were blown down, and there were countless casualties, the mood of the ancestors was not very good, but fortunately, the real pillars were still there, and it was not unbearable.

Waiting to be rebuilt, he, the owner of the farm, did not have time to breathe, and commanded the guards to rebuild their homes.

Zhou Lin held the teacup with a calm expression.

The words of the ancestor of the Han family after he sat down made his face change drastically.

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