Wang Lin was about to study, and suddenly a low moan came from behind him. He pinched his right hand and shot a golden light. After shooting on the flying sword, he turned around and saw Zhang Hu open his eyes. After seeing Wang Lin, he was stunned and stood up quickly, looked around, and finally suddenly looked straight at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hand. A joy appeared on his face and said, "He... is he dead?"

Wang Lin chuckled and nodded, "Well, Zhang Hu, you didn't recognize me just now, I guess you were jealous of him?"

Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes and focused a little, and said excitedly: "He is indeed dead. Wang Lin, this is not a place to speak. When I get rid of all these people, we will reminisce about the past."

After saying that, he raised his right hand and three fireballs suddenly appeared.

Liu San and others around were completely shocked. Everything they saw just now was a scene that would never appear in their dreams. At this moment, seeing a fireball appeared on Zhang Hu's hand again, he immediately looked frightened.

As for the men in black around them, they looked at Zhang Hu carefully, and their eyes also showed a look of fear.

Wang Lin frowned and was about to speak, when Zhang Hu took a step ahead of him, the three fireballs quickly dispersed, and the target was not the mighty people from the escort agency such as Liu San, but the people in black around him.

Under absolute power, the fate of these mortals was like ants, and they had no ability to counterattack at all. Together with Song Xing who was lying on the ground, they instantly disappeared. The heat waves overflowed, and several golden blood beads did not dissipate with the corpse, but floated out and were swallowed by Zhang Hu in one mouthful.

Liu San and others were scorched by the heat waves, and their skin became cracked, but they did not dare to move at all.

Seeing Zhang Hu sacrificing three more fireballs, Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "Zhang Hu, don't kill anyone anymore!"

Zhang Hu looked back at Wang Lin and said, "If these people don't kill them, they are afraid that they will go back and talk nonsense. You just killed my master, he is the sixth disciple of Jimo. If you investigate it, you and I will not escape from death."

The middle-aged scholar was still calm among the few surviving people. He gritted his teeth and quickly said, "Two immortal masters, we swear that we will not talk nonsense, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Hu frowned and sneered, "Don't talk nonsense? Then you can't help but suck your soul to sacrifice and refine everything." Although he was telling the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a little while, and reached out to summon him. The six or seven living people suddenly took off without control and floated in front of Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu closed the fireball and stood aside without saying a word.

Wang Lin took out a jade slip from the storage bag. This jade slip was all the formulas from the fourth to nine Qi Condensation Period that he exchanged with Zhang Kuang at the trade fair he attended with Wang Hao during the Hengyue School.

He had read it once and vaguely remembered that there was a spell called the magic transformation technique, which could drive away the other party's memories.

He focused his mind and carefully searched, and finally found the record of the magic transformation technique. Wang Lin took a look, put away the jade slip, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were confused, and blue light slowly appeared in his eyes. After a long time, the blue light disappeared, and the few people looked dull and fell to the ground.

Zhang Hu sighed inwardly, opening his mouth to say something, but he still didn't speak in the end.

After Wang Lin used the magical transformation technique, he glanced at Zhang Hu, moved his body and quickly took off into the air, flying into the distance. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spit out a golden bead from his mouth, stepped on it, and followed.

Two long rainbows flew in the air for a long time. Zhang Hu was slightly panting and landed on the top of a mountain. Wang Lin looked as usual and fell down lightly.

Zhang Hu took a relaxed breath, found a place to sit down, took out two pieces of sweet potatoes from the storage bag, handed them to Wang Lin, and smiled and said, "This is what I baked, you can see how it tastes."

Wang Lin took the sweet potato. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene where two young men met each other in the room of the registered disciples of Hengyue Sect ten years ago.

"After I left Hengyue Sect, I did not go home, but wandered around, preparing to find another immortal sect. By chance, I took a spiritual herb and unknowingly reached the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage. This pair of people who lost to the Weasel's booklet. Then I met Bai Zhan, who was my master. He saw that I had the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage, and did not kill me, but took me as a disciple and helped him collect the essence and blood of mortals. Bai Zhan even planted poisons in my body, and life and death were controlled by him.

I didn't recognize you just now because he was around. Fortunately, you killed him. Once he died, the poison died. I was finally relieved." Zhang Hu bit his sweet potato and briefly explained his experience over the past ten years.

Wang Lin was quite moved. Zhang Hu said it briefly and seemed to be understatement, but his expression was filled with melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past ten years.

Zhang Hu's eyes showed envy and said, "Wang Lin, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years. If you can kill my master, you must have built a foundation? My master's flying sword is very powerful. He once said that he can only exert two-fifths of the power now, but just that, no one can take it below the foundation building stage."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "The foundation has not been built yet. What is the origin of this flying sword? Do you know?"

Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin in surprise, and did not ask more questions. Instead, he thought about it carefully and said, "It seems that he mentioned it once, saying that it was obtained by a huge opportunity in a cave. He has always regarded it as a treasure. By the way, the scabbard is also a treasure. Master cares about scabbards several times more than that of flying swords. I heard from Master that these two things are said, except for him, unless he reaches the elixir stage, no one can re-sacrifice."

Wang Lin found a stone and sat down, pondered for a while, and said, "Tell me about the old man Jimo, so we can be careful."

Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said, "Old Jimo is a casual cultivator. It is said that he has reached the Dan Cheng stage and is the best protection. This time Bai Zhan dies, he will definitely investigate. You'd better go back to Hengyue Sect immediately, I don't care. At worst, I can go to Tengjiacheng to hide. I believe that Old Jimo dares not be arrogant in Tengjiacheng. As long as I don't go out, there should be no danger."

Wang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "The Hengyue Sect has been destroyed in name only."

Zhang Hu was stunned and smiled and said, "I heard about this. Four years ago, Xuandao Sect robbed the Hengyue Sect's mountain gate, but didn't the Hengyue Sect's disciples move? Why, you are not among the migration?"
Chapter completed!