Chapter 47 The Sleeping Ancient Immortal

"Huh? Elder, what are you talking about? Are the ghosts going to make a comeback? Is the mountain people in trouble? It's not that serious. In the past few days, although Lin Qinglong's little bastard's 'curse' has made a lot of noise, it smells of wind and rain all over the city. But according to my inference, those who died were not done by Lin Qinglong. In those days, I stared at the Qianwang Mansion. Lin Qinglong's little bastard didn't leave the Qianwang Mansion at all. How could he kill people? This must be just a cover!"

The middle-aged Confucian student in white robe brushed the black beard under his jaw and sat upright. After saying this, he stopped talking and stared into Shan Zhilin's eyes, with a little inquiring in his eyes.

I don't know that in the corner of this room, there is an invisible "worry eye" floating, which is transmitting everything in the eyes to Lin Qinglong's vision.

"What are these two old guys discussing? Unexpectedly, my name was mentioned. Are you negotiating a plan to deal with me? It's a coincidence this time."

Lin Qinglong originally planned to confuse Shan Zhilin directly with illusion and burn his soul. But he didn't expect that Shan Zhilin was discussing with the white man how to deal with himself.

What's more, Lin Qinglong's "fire pit" is not enough to confuse two people at the same time. If he confuses Shan Zhilin now, the white-robed man beside him will definitely wake him up, resulting in Lin Qinglong's inability to drag the soul of Shan Zhilin into the "fire pit".

So Lin Qinglong made a quick decision and gave up the idea of dealing with Shan Zhilin first. Anyway, according to Lin Qinglong's current strength, Shan Zhilin has long been a turtle in the urn, and it is not too late to kill him tomorrow. It's better to listen to what the two of them are discussing first. It would be better if they could mention something about the ancient immortals of the mountain clan.

Now Lin Qinglong's only concern is the ancient immortals who are rumored to be sleeping under the mountain.

Both Shan Kun and the parrot have mentioned the mysterious ancient immortal. Presumably the ancient immortal must exist. It's just that everyone doesn't know about the ancient immortal, and even the strange parrot can't find out any news.

However, this time, Lin Qinglong was given an opportunity to inquire about the ancient immortals of the mountain clan.

"Who the hell is that white-robed man? He even guessed that I didn't kill those people, and he has been staring at my Qianwang Mansion? I didn't find it before. I don't know what magic power he used. If you find a chance in the future, you must kill him!"

The yin god floated under the tree, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flashed. Through the "eyed eyes", Lin Qinglong looked into the house again.

"Brother Bai, you underestimate the boy Lin Qinglong! Although he looks weak and always looks weak, don't be blinded by his appearance. A few days ago, he had secretly killed a martial artist placed in the Luoxia courtyard! It is said that it only took one move to pat the martial artist into meat mud!"

When Shan Zhilin said this, his expression was calm and calm. But when outsiders listen to it, they can feel a chill, which is creepy. There is a murderous atmosphere looming in the eyes of Shan Zhilin. It seems that Shan Zhilin has long hated Lin Qinglong. He can't wait to pull out Lin Qinglong's skin, draw Lin Qinglong's tendons, and drink Lin Qinglong's blood!

"What? At such a young age, how can he kill a martial artist with one move? How is the martial artist's cultivation? Is it because of poor cultivation that it was plotted by the little bastard?

A surprised look flashed through the eyes of the man in white. He couldn't imagine the scene of a 13-year-old child slapting a tall mountain martial artist to death. He thought it was incredible.

A 13-year-old child, even if he starts to practice in his mother's womb, it is absolutely impossible to surpass a mountain martial artist in skill. If the martial artist was really killed by Lin Qinglong, it must be because the martial artist's cultivation was too humble that he was plotted by Lin Qinglong.

"Brother Bai, you guessed wrong this time. The martial artist under my seat is by no means a general person. He has cultivated to the valley period. His cultivation is very good. He was originally a very good assistant of me. He didn't expect to be vulnerable in front of Lin Qinglong's little bastard! Later, the little bastard hurt my grandson, and now even I can't figure out the little bastard. However, the little bastard dares to hurt my good grandson. I must not forgive him. Sooner or later, I will smash the little bastard into ten thousand pieces!"

After saying this sentence, Shan Zhilin made a heavy nasal sound, "Hum." As soon as Shan Zhilin remembered Shan Ming's face full of black and rotten meat, he hated it very much. He couldn't help frowning. Lin Qinglong actually dared to hurt his beloved grandson, which was really touching the earth on Taisui's head. Shan Zhilin is a person who must repay, and the humiliation he has suffered will definitely be repaid twice as much.

At this moment, outside the house, under the weeping willow trees swaying in the wind, the shadow god, suddenly shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I only ruined the appearance of your grandchildren before, and you will crush me to pieces. Now I have dragged your grandson's soul into the 'fire pit'. Shan Ming has become a brainless idiot, and he may die soon. Humph, do you want to smash my body this time? No matter how many pieces of my body are broken into pieces, it is difficult to calm your inner hatred.

The man in white squinted his eyes, and there was a glide in his eyes. He seemed to think of something important. He only heard him say, "I didn't expect that the little bastard really has some skills. He is thirteen years old this year, and he is really a bit like the bitch Gong Yueqing!" When Gong Yueqing colluded with Gong Yeqian, and the two assassinated Xu Wuzi, Gong Yueqing's bitch was only eighteen or nineteen years old, young. Now Lin Qinglong can kill the martial artists with one move at the age of 13. Unexpectedly, these unscary ghosts are as terrible as gods and demons!"

Shan Zhilin sneered and said, "There is something more terrible. My grandson also beat the little bastard last month, and the little bastard couldn't get out of bed for three days and nights. At that time, Lin Qinglong was not even bullshit, but it only took a few days for him to become so powerful, which was terrible.

"Elew, do you remember that incident back then?" When it comes to "that matter", the white-robed man's expression flashed a little, and he seemed to be a little hesitant to mention the past.

"Brother Bai, do you mean that Gong Yueqing entered Qianwang City? Naturally, I remember!"

"Yes, Xu Wuzi left seven blood dowrights before his death. Gong Yueqing once chased and killed Xu Wuzi's blood dowrights alone. She killed two in a row, and she even chased us to the Thousand Kings City to kill you and me. If it hadn't been for the elder who invited the ancient immortal out at the beginning, I'm afraid that both of us would have had a lot of bad luck!"

Thinking of the past, Shan Zhilin smiled coldly. The candlelight swayed, and the light and shadow fell on his face, looking thin and terrible.

With a strange smile for a while, Shan Zhilin said in a low voice, "Well, for so many years, who can guess that you two and I are the blood split of the empty son!" This matter was a top-secret matter, and I don't know how the bitch knew it. She actually came to Qianwang City. It's really looking for death! When I woke up the ancient immortal, the power of the immortal was indeed surprising and could almost destroy the world. But it's a pity that the ancient immortal failed to kill Gong Yueqing and was finally escaped by her.

"This Lin Qinglong is a hidden danger, and you must kill it in advance! Otherwise, it will be another Gong Yueqing in the future! Shan Kun is indeed difficult to deal with, but if the elder wakes up the ancient immortals, killing Shan Kun and Lin Qinglong first should be as ordinary as stepping on two ants.

At this point, both of them sneered in a low voice. Those bursts of laughter were like a cold wind. The laughter is full of the smell of complacency.

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