The middle-aged man in purple clothes in the head looked at the middle-aged man in blue clothes beside Leng Xiangyun, and the latter nodded silently.

This middle-aged man in purple looks sophisticated and has an accident. His expression fluctuates, and there is a sharp aura of killing. Although he is like the middle-aged man in blue, he is at the peak of Yang Xuan Realm and has a perfect cultivation level, but he can catch up with it and is obviously better than the latter.

many.

"Young Master Lin, is he a disciple of the eight overlord-level forces?"

"no."

"The core disciple of the quasi-hegemonic force?"

"no."

"Is there a name for Mr. Lin on the Longyun List?" The middle-aged man in purple showed a smile on his face and continued to ask without a trace.

Lin Yun, who placed the sword box aside and leaned against the chair, held the teacup with a faint expression and shook his head. "Can you tell me what your origin is and what is the purpose of coming to my Three Eagle Castle? I am very curious,

You are neither a disciple of the overlord-level forces nor a core disciple of the quasi-overlord-level forces. There is no name on Longyun's list. Why can you kill Thunder and Lightning Man with one punch?

ox!"

The middle-aged man in purple suddenly restrained his smile, and a cold gaze burst out from his eyes, which fell on Lin Yun.

brush!

The eight great masters of Yang Xuan Realm standing behind him looked up at the same time, their eyes as lightning, and their sharp edges also fell on Lin Yun.

Lin Yun glanced at him casually, and the other people in the lobby looked at him, which was also quite unkind.

The atmosphere suddenly became quite strange. Leng Xiangyun's little girl was so scared that she couldn't speak.

How uneasy is this place?

After a casual footing, Lin Yun put down his teacup and said nothing could be told to get up and leave.

"You'd better stop leaving, just sit down honestly!"
Chapter completed!