Chapter 192 Martyrdom

"The white hair rises, and the time flows away! For more than a hundred years, he has been imprisoned in a large array. How can this be clearly explained by the word cruelty?

In the hall, Elder Lin Ge sighed slightly when he heard the words and took a deep look at the Xuan machine thorn, which made the latter suddenly creepy and said, "Have you found any information about that person?"

"No!"

Xuan Ji stung and bowed and answered sincerely.

"This matter is not a small matter. It needs to be discussed in the long range. So far, which sects care about it?"

Lin Ge straightened up and took a gentle breath. His face was full of solemnity, and he asked the Xuanji thorn in front of him again.

The Xuan machine thorn paused slightly, as if he had meditated for a while, and then said slowly: "So far, Cangshan Pavilion and Mingmen have sent highly prestigious people in the sect to investigate this matter. According to gossip, even some senior-level figures who have been hidden for more than 100 years have come out of this matter and some rumors have come out.

"Hmm..."

Lin Gelao muttered and was about to speak again, but a rapid shout suddenly came from outside the hall, which made the atmosphere suddenly fall into depression.

"Lord, Lord..."

A middle-aged man in a white robe hurriedly ran into the hall, and his anxious face seemed to have happened again. Seeing that he didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, he rushed straight to the seat where Lin Ge was sitting, bowing to the previous Xuanji stabbing.

Seeing this, Lin Ge Lao frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "I know you. Are you a servant serving Gan Lin? Why are you so panicked? Is it that Ganlin's injury has intensified?

"Lord Ge, Lord Gan Lin, Lord Gan Lin, unfortunately martyred."

After the middle-aged man in the white robe said, he suddenly burst into tears. That look made all the hungry people in the hall suddenly surprised and their faces changed.

"What?"

Hearing the sound, Lin Ge stood up, and his face was full of incredible colors. There is regret, anger, and unwillingness. In his seemingly turbid pupils, a few lights suddenly shot out, which made the two people in front of him suddenly excited.

"Lord Ganlin, it's dead!"

The middle-aged man in the white robe wiped tears, lowered his head and sobbed, and answered. Finally, Lin Ge seemed to have been drained of his strength and sat down heavily on the seat. Those eyes widened slightly, and I didn't know what they were staring at without blinking. The face was also a little old in this sudden. The old lips trembled slightly, raised his hands tremblingly, and said to himself, "Gan Lin is an indispensable talent in my cabinet. Now he has died in the hands of a hairy boy in the three-yuan realm. In any case, no matter how much it costs, he will be killed."

As soon as the word [Gill] came out, a murderous atmosphere rose in the hall. No matter what level people are, they don't care whether they are sincere or not. On the surface, there are bursts of pain, showing that it is bound to avenge Gan Lin.

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A month later, Shengxing City

Zhenwei Railway seems to be no different from other places. It is calm outside and conscientious inside. Since everything has been suppressed, almost all of Yin Yifan's thoughts have been put on cultivation. Occasionally, he has leisure to take a walk with Yan Xiaoxin. The increasing feelings of the two have added a rare color to each other's tragic fate.

This day, Sang Zaixue suddenly came to Zhenwei Iron Line. I don't know when this original regular visitor gradually became rare at this time. Every time he appears in front of Yin Yifan, it is because there is something necessary for Yin Yifan. I don't know what's going to happen to her this time.

"Little kid, kid!"

The old man is still so stubborn that his shocking shouts can be heard across several courtyard walls. Yin Yifan sat in the backyard, surrounded by a dense water-blue vitality. The fluctuation obviously shows that the former's realm of vitality has reached the strength of the late Sanyuan period. In just a few months, this achievement has been achieved. If it spread, I don't know how many people should be shocked.

"Hu..."

Hearing such a voice, there was no one but the old ghost, Yin Yifan had to take a long breath, put away the power in his body, raised his eyebrows and looked at the gate of the courtyard. In his eyes, the beautiful woman stood slenderly, with a beautiful face, and was also staring at herself at this moment. The former couldn't help but be stunned and said, "You are also here."

Sang smiled in the snow and nodded slightly. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the old man laughed and said, "Kid, you are famous this time."

"What's famous?"

Yin Yifan was puzzled for a moment, even if he hesitated.

Sang slowly raised a thrilling arc at the corner of Xue's mouth and smiled, "The Gan Lin of Xuanji Pavilion is dead. You, the boy from Sanyuan, actually killed the high-ranking Xuanji Pavilion. What do you think of this kind of thing spread and won't shock the whole Xuanji Empire?"

"Dead?"

Yin Yifan was shocked when he heard the words and blinked his eyes, which was a little unbelievable. But then he quickly took a breath and suddenly laughed, "Good death, damn it!" Damn it!"

If it hadn't been for him, how could Master Qi Shenqi have been caught in Xuanji Pavilion and still suffering from inhuman suffering. If it hadn't been for him, how could the prosperous Qi Mansion in Shunfeng City have been ruined overnight? If it weren't for him, my parents...

Yin Yifan lowered his head slightly, and his thoughts suddenly surged wildly. I don't know how long it will take for these hatreds that have accumulated in the bottom of my heart have not been vented. Now that Gan Lin is dead and is still killed by himself, how can Yin Yifan not be excited?

"One more thing!"

Seeing Yin Yifan's smile with tears, Sang Zaixue and the old man Lian still have some understanding in his heart. Therefore, the former's sudden gaffe naturally didn't say much about the two. After a long time, Sang Zaixue finally couldn't help whispering to Yin Yifan, "You are in danger." |