Di Lin quickly grabbed her and said silently: "What trouble are you making? Even if you go over now, what's the use?"
"I want to bring him back!"
Pang Yueyao stared at Di Lin with a stubborn look on her face.
"Then what?" Di Lin said with a hateful expression: "If you bring him back now, even a fool will guess his identity, and his carefully planned rebirth plan will really come to nothing.
Got it!"
"Then what should I do? Just look at it like this?"
Pang Yueyao said angrily: "Do you know that he was almost taken away by that idiot Han Luo before? If he is taken to Taichu Sword Pavilion, it will be really troublesome!"
"There is no other way, I really can only watch like this!" Di Lin spread his hands and said helplessly: "He will definitely be in danger, but all this is his own choice."
"And we...it's best not to interfere with him."
After saying that, Di Lin looked deeply at Pang Yueyao and said seriously: "Believe in your father, he has overcome all the difficulties before, let alone now. With his ability, nothing will happen!"
"..."
Pang Yueyao was silent for a moment, then seemed to be discouraged, and reluctantly said: "Then... okay!"
Seeing that his niece finally gave up his idea, Di Lin smiled, held Pang Yueyao's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! A scourge like your father will not die so easily!"
"Go aside!"
Pang Yueyao opened Di Lin's hand and became even more angry when she saw his mean smile.
"Do you have anything else? If nothing happens, just leave quickly!"
Pang Yueyao's dark eyebrows stood up coldly and she began to chase away the guests.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm leaving now!"
With a wry smile, Di Lin shook his head, turned around and planned to leave.
However, just when he was on the edge of the peach forest, he suddenly turned his head: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you. Your father doesn't know that you have become the sword master. When he finds out, he will definitely
Very pleasantly surprised!”
"You're the only one who talks too much, so hurry up and leave!"
Pang Yueyao looked like she was urging him to leave quickly. Seeing this, Di Lin smiled and left directly.
After Di Lin left, Pang Yueyao was stunned for a moment as she looked at his leaving figure. After an unknown amount of time, she sat down alone, holding her chin in one hand, with a slight smile on her face.
"Really..."
Her thoughts were racing, as if she had returned to her childhood...
"Father, mother, uncle... and everyone..."
One after another figures flashed through her mind. It would have been nice if it had continued like this... Unfortunately, so many things happened and everything fell apart...
…
After leaving Yaoxian Sword Pavilion, Di Lin slowly walked in the sword world.
"What should I do?"
Di Lin rubbed his chin and thought. He seemed to have nothing to do in the sword world, but just go back like this... There seems to be no need to be so anxious?
While he was thinking, his movements were not slow. The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. In just a few dozen breaths, he had traveled through most of the Sword World. What was even more surprising was that just as he was walking through
, no matter what realm the people around him were in, none of them noticed him, and some even passed through him directly...
This method is probably only available to the sword master.
"Huh?" Di Lin suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction, seeming to notice something interesting.
At this moment, he was at the location of the Lingjian Sect, which was a sect belonging to the Lower Eleven Sect.
At this time, the entire sect was in a state of being faced with a powerful enemy.
Because, above the entire sect, there is a dazzling sword light shadow suspended.
This sword light is none other than Han Luo's senior brother, Zhao Changkong!
Opposite Zhao Changkong, stood an old man with a bitter and helpless look on his face. This man was the leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, the ancestor of the Spirit Sword Sect.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, your conditions are a bit overwhelming!"
Facing Zhao Changkong's gaze, the Spirit Sword Ancestor said to his scalp.
"Is it difficult?" Zhao Changkong looked at him and said coldly: "My conditions are very simple. Just let the disciples of your sect who participated in the Huntian Ruins come out and let me search for their souls. Such a simple thing is difficult.
?"
As he spoke, Zhao Changkong leaned forward slightly. Although he could not exert any pressure, as his words became more serious, everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect except the ancestor of the Spirit Sword felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts.
It was even difficult for them to breathe.
Seeing this scene, the Spirit Sword Ancestor was about to scold his mother. He said in his heart, don't you just want to search for souls? You can come to me in private, and I promise to do it for you. After all, the Spirit Sword Ancestor is not a fool.
, to offend Zhao Changkong for a few disciples. But this Zhao Changkong didn't want to. He just asked him to hand over his disciples to search for souls in public. If he handed them over like this, where would his sect master's face be? I'm afraid.
From now on, the entire Lingjian Sect will be alienated!
This Zhao Changkong was simply going too far to deceive others. Now he could see that Zhao Changkong was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking. Asking him to hand over his disciples was a pretense, and his original intention was to beat these sects.
Thinking of this, the Spirit Sword Ancestor's expression also turned cold.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, please go back. I will not teach the disciples in our sect!"
The tone of the spirit sword ancestor was also surprisingly tough. He didn't believe it. Could Zhao Changkong really destroy their sect just because of this incident? After all, don't forget that although the Taichu sword pavilion is powerful, in the entire sword world, the sword pavilion is not enough.
There are five of them!
"Okay... I didn't expect that you are so tough despite your old bones!" To the surprise of the Spirit Sword Ancestor, Zhao Changkong actually laughed after hearing what he said.
At the same time, the boulders in the hearts of others in the sect also dissipated, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry...I won't do anything to your sect of course...I'm not a lunatic, and I won't do such an outrageous thing." Zhao Changkong looked at the Spirit Sword Ancestor,
The Spirit Sword Ancestor suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, he saw Zhao Changkong smiling slightly but not smiling: "I won't touch your sect, but you... that's not necessarily the case. I just don't know if your old bones can withstand it."
toss!"
"What!"
The Spirit Sword Ancestor's eyes suddenly opened wide. Although Zhao Changkong remained motionless, an extremely dangerous feeling surged into his heart.
Zhao Changkong takes action!
However, at this moment...
A somewhat lazy voice sounded in their ears.
"I don't care whether he can withstand the torment or not. What I want to know more, Zhao Changkong, is whether you can withstand the torment!"
This voice belongs to Di Lin, who has been watching the show for a long time!
Along with the sound, Di Lin, who was still outside the Lingjian Sect, waved his hand gently...