In the hall that is much more magnificent than the ordinary mountain village Juyi Hall, Ding Jinglan was frowning and muttering to himself.

"This spiritual energy seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Good things are good things, but the talent cannot keep up, so it will still be swallowed by someone."

"Hey, I think my Lieyang Sect was also a major sect in the past, so why did I fall into this state now?"

As the head of Lieyang Sect, if you use one sentence to describe Ding Jinglan, it means that it is really difficult for me!

Ding Jinglan felt that he was really difficult.

The power of the sect is not strong, and it has caught up with such a huge node as spiritual energy growth. Not only are there many masters emerging one after another, but even all kinds of ghosts and monsters are constantly emerging.

The territory within a hundred miles of which was already barely controlled was somewhat unstable at this time, let alone anything else.

"If I could reach the state of concentration, I would definitely be able to make the Lieyang Sect soar into the sky. Unfortunately, my current strength is really inferior to the state of concentration..."

"The head is not good!"

A quick voice came from outside.

A trace of bitterness appeared on Ding Jinglan's face, but this bitterness instantly turned into majesty.

As the leader of a sect, no matter what he encountered, he had to straighten his waist, otherwise the Lieyang Sect would be completely finished.

After making up his mind, Ding Jinglan scolded him with regret: "What's the matter, it's worth your fuss."

"What we practitioners of martial arts care about is that our hearts are as clear as ice and the sky falls. If you scream like this, you will be confused. What kind of morality will you become!"

The disciple was ashamed, so he quickly took two steps back, stood firmly straight, and then said respectfully: "Master, I have something to report to you."

"Say!" Ding Jinglan glanced at the disciple with a calm expression.

The disciple glanced at Ding Jinglan, and then said carefully: "The leader, Lin Yong, who was sent to Zhenwuwei as a martial servant, is back."

Ding Jinglan was completely relieved at this moment.

Lin Yong, an ordinary disciple of their Lieyang Sect. What can such a disciple come back as a martial arts soldier?

The Lieyang Sect feared the Martial War, but for an ordinary martial arts soldier, he never even blinked his eyelids.

"Just go back, go and ask clearly whether he is a deserter of Zhenwuwei? If so, capture him and I will personally escort him to Zhenwuwei."

Ding Jinglan was righteous at this moment: "For the sake of the entire Lieyang Sect, I can't be soft-hearted at all!"

The disciple hurriedly said, "Sir, I can conclude that he is definitely not a deserter."

Ding Jinglan was a little unhappy. This disciple was really unreliable. He should not speak too much. He didn't understand this principle.

It seemed that he felt Ding Jinglan's displeasure, and the disciple quickly explained: "Lin Yong came with hundreds of martial guards, and there were some powerful people from the Jiji Piercing Realm."

"I heard that he seems to have joined the Zhuxie Guard!"

Zhu Xiewei? Ding Jinglan was shocked and suddenly stood up and said, "What, he joined Zhu Xiewei? How is this possible!"

"You said, if he is talented, how could I bear to send him to Zhuxiewei? This... this is simply impossible!"

Ding Jinglan didn't believe it at all, but the disciple he questioned just lowered his head and said nothing.

Faced with the silence of the disciple, Ding Jinglan urged: "Take me to see him."

Lin Yong was at the foot of Chiyan Mountain at this time. At this time, he rode the horse on Chiyan Mountain and felt a sense of pleasure. For this Chiyan Mountain, Lin Yong was more of the memory of the Lord.

Looking at the mountain road leading to the depths of Chiyan Mountain, Lin Yong seemed to see countless masters walking through this road.

The masters who walked by looked like boys and boys. They walked on the small mountain road, like the long river of time and space, constantly flowing forward.

When the countless masters disappeared in front of Lin Yong, Lin Yong felt refreshed and some things that had accumulated in his heart were difficult to let go, disappeared at this moment.

"Hahaha, Lin Yong, it's so great that you're back this time." An exaggerated voice sounded.

Lin Yong turned his head instinctively and saw a middle-aged man with two small beards and thin like a piece of elm bark, rushing over quickly.

This is the first time Lin Yong has seen this person, but in my memory, his memory of this person is the clearest.

Ding Jinglan, the head of Lieyang Sect, is also the target Lin Yong is looking for this time when he returns.

Before Lin Yong could speak, Ding Jinglan was about to approach Lin Yong, but just as he approached Lin Yong, Shi Gandang had already urged his horse to block Ding Jinglan's approach.

"Your Excellency, Lord Lin is approaching, don't make noise!" Although Shangshi Gandao is not stronger than Ding Jinglan, behind him are hundreds of martial soldiers who are in the Wuwei Town.

If so many martial soldiers gathered together, it was definitely a force that ordinary people could not resist.

This day has been around for a long time, Shi Gandang is a martial artist, but at this moment, Lin Yong felt that Shi Gandang's emotional intelligence was much stronger than him.

Not to mention anything else, the loud roar just now earned Lin Yong a lot of face.

"Stone leader, this is the head of our sect. Please invite him over." Lin Yong sat on the horse and ordered lightly.

After Shi Gandang moved the war horse away, Ding Jinglan said in an exaggerated tone: "Lin Yong, I have seen that you are not a person in the pool, so he decided to let you go out and have some fun."

Speaking of this, he laughed to the sky and said, "Sure enough, you have only been to Zhenwuwei for a few months and have become a member of the Zhuxiewei. OK, okay, you are the Qianliju of our Lieyang Sect, hahaha!"

Looking at Ding Jinglan's appearance, Lin Yong's heart moved. He was originally planning to live in the sect for a day and use the Junfuka in his hand to improve his Flow Fire Body Fist.

However, Ding Jinglan's statement made Lin Yong's eyes lit up. He had already captured some of the things he needed.

"I am so moved by what the leader said! Unfortunately, when I left the sect, my heart was already frozen. You said, Master, you can warm it up with these two words!"

Lin Yong said with a hint of obvious resentment: "You know, I know, and even all my fellow disciples know that letting me participate in the Wuwei Martial Arts is actually just letting me be a scapegoat."

"I don't know if the sect leader thinks, what I'm saying is right."

Lin Yong's aggressive words made Ding Jinglan have nothing to say. After all, Lin Yong's words were nothing wrong. He was indeed a cannon fodder when he asked him to go to Zhenwuwei!

If Lin Yong was still Lin Yong of the past, he would naturally have suffered a slaughter, but now, he is no longer the same as before!

Facing Lin Yong now, Ding Jinglan did not dare to turn against him casually. After rubbing his hands, Ding Jinglan smiled awkwardly and said, "Lin Yong, you really misunderstood me!"

"I asked you to join Zhenwuwei, that's for your future, otherwise, how could I be willing to send you out?"

"Hmph, Master, what do you think? God can tell me!" Lin Yong sneered without hesitation: "I am back this time, just want to read some classics of the sect and give you a chance."

While speaking, Lin Yong urged his horse to rush straight towards Chiyan Mountain.

The mountain road of Chiyan Mountain is not too difficult to walk on, not to mention that the horse that killed the evil guard is not comparable to an ordinary war horse. When it is activated, it is like a gust of wind running wildly in the mountains.

Shi Gandang waved behind him and said, "All keep up!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of martial soldiers from the Wuwei Town rushed to the hillside of Chiyan Mountain, ignoring Ding Jinglan and others at all.

"Sect Master, is this Lin Yong too unreasonable? He... He dares to be so rude to you. We must punish him well!" An old man with triangular eyes suggested angrily.

Ding Jinglan snorted coldly and said, "Uncle Master, when is it now? You still think about this. Lin Yong is no longer Lin Yong of the past."

"If we don't talk about anything else, we can't do anything to him just his identity, let alone so many Zhenwuwei around him."

"We are sects, not those big sects. They don't care about Zhenwuwei. Can we do it?"

The old man with Triangle Eye immediately had nothing to say. Ding Jinglan was a little cowardly, but his words still made sense. Their Lieyang Sect really couldn't do anything to Lin Yong.

"What should I do? This kid seems to have a lot of resentment towards us!" The old man with triangle eyes was worried.

"Since he has joined Zhenwuwei, we will naturally admit defeat and be beaten." Ding Jinglan said: "Prepare three second-grade spirit stones, no, prepare ten second-grade spirit stones and two bottles of red fire pills, I'll send them to him."

The old man with triangular eyes couldn't help but take a breath when he heard Ding Jinglan's words. It was so painful. Ten second-grade spirit stones were no longer small, and this Red Fire Pill is the top spiritual pill of their Lieyang Sect.

Even if he is only offering one bottle a year, he is now giving Lin Yong two bottles at once.

Think about it, it hurts!

But in the end, the old man with Triangle Eye nodded. In this situation, he really had to bow his head.

A quarter of an hour later, Ding Jinglan had already handed the tray covered with red cloth to Lin Yong and said, "Lin Yong, you are a disciple of our Lieyang Sect, and this cannot be changed at all."

"When you have a great prospect, our Lieyang Sect also has a bright face. Hahaha, this is the reward given to you by the sect, so don't refuse."

Lin Yong felt the spiritual energy coming out from the red cloth, and his heart moved. He felt that there were definitely many second-grade spirit stones in it.

This second-grade spirit stone is a rare good thing for him.

"Hahaha, the elders give me, I dare not refuse!" Lin Yong took the tray and said with a smile: "I, Lin Yong, have always been a disciple of Lieyang Sect. I will live up to my love and expectations in the future. Master, please don't forget me!"
Chapter completed!