Feng Lin's feet still controlled the long sword and flew to the west.
He turned around, smiled and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"This flying thing of yours is pretty good."
While Si Heng was talking, he glanced at Yin Lan, who was lying on the hilt of the sword, and then stared at Feng Lin, "Where are you going?"
Feng Lin was a little surprised. Looking at Si Heng's appearance, he didn't seem to recognize Yin Lan.
"I'm just a driver. If you have anything to ask my customer."
Feng Lin pointed at Yin Lan lying on the hilt of the sword.
With one hand in his trouser pocket, Si Heng came to Yin Lan without hesitation, raised his foot and kicked Yin Lan's legs a few times.
"Stop pretending to be asleep, get up!"
Si Heng lowered his head and shouted.
Yin Lan, who was lying on the hilt of the sword, opened his eyes in a daze. There were still a lot of bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes.
Judging from his appearance at this moment, it seems that he has just woken up.
"Huh? Arriving so soon?"
Yin Lan asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Why are you pretending? I don't believe you don't know there is an extra person here? Especially with my level of energy."
Si Heng cursed and looked at Yin Lan, "What's your name? Why are you going to the Western Continent?"
Only then did Yin Lan realize that there was another person in front of him.
"Sorry, brother, I was on my way here and he suddenly jumped up."
Feng Lin was very happy in his heart, just in time to see how serious this person was, but there was an innocent expression on his face.
"Oh! It's so tiring to live, I really want to die."
Only then did Yin Lan realize what had happened. He took out the token from his body and said, "I am going to help the Yin Yang Crusaders perform their mission this time. Are you going too far by waking me up indiscriminately?"
"Too much? You are a righteous teacher..."
In the middle of speaking, Si Heng's expression suddenly froze. He took off his round sunglasses, making his face appear longer.
"The Nine-Star Master of Justice!"
Si Heng took the token and felt the formation fluctuations on it. It was indeed real. He turned the token over and asked, "Your name is Yin Lan?"
"Yes, with your strength, you should know what the nine stars represent, right?"
Yin Lan did not get up, and was still lying on the hilt of the sword. "If you don't know, let me give you some information. The nine-star token must be issued by the White Emperor and the Black Emperor himself."
"Except for the Northern Continent, I can pass through all the remaining streams guarded by the Yin-Yang Crusaders in the alien lands."
Yin Lan yawned and continued, "During the mission, I will command all the Yin-Yang Crusaders below and cannot stop them, including the sequence captain."
Feng Lin over there was even more shocked when he heard Yin Lan's words.
He really didn't know that Jiuxing could have such a great privilege.
The main reason is that Feng Lin didn't care about anything else. He originally applied for the Master of Justice with the purpose of going to the Northern Wilderness to fight.
As long as you reach six stars, you'll be fine.
"Hmph! Boy, pretend to be crazy!"
Si Heng threw the token on Yin Lan casually, "Do you know who I am? A mere nine-star righteous master, you really want to ride on my head?"
"My lord, who are you? Are you the commander?"
Yin Lan stretched hard and said, "I'm really not afraid of your horse face. If you want to judge me, you can only orthodox Yin Yang Crusaders. You are not qualified!"
"Horse face? It does look a bit like it."
Ye Yourong's silver bell-like laughter rang in Feng Lin's ears.
Feng Lin also laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
Si Heng suddenly turned around, pointed at Feng Lin and shouted.
"Sorry, I just thought of happy things." Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand, "You continue."
Si Heng turned around again, looked at Yin Lan and said: "I am Si Heng, the captain of the sixth rank, the Master of Justice, this bunch of rubbish, even if I kill you, no one will dare to say anything."
"Oh, I actually want to die too, otherwise you should kill me. I'm so tired of living."
Yin Lan closed his eyes with a look of despair, "As for the Black Emperor, I will leave the task personally ordered to you."
"Black Emperor?"
Si Heng put on the round sunglasses again.
"What do you think? If you don't believe it, go back and ask if the Black Emperor asked a person named Yin Lan to carry out the mission."
Yin Lan yawned, "Oh, I was dozing off. I had such a sweet dream, but I was woken up by your horse-faced face."
The corner of Si Heng's mouth twitched, but he still held back and did not take action.
Once upon a time, Si Wujie told him that Jiuxing, the Master of Justice, must not be provoked.
Because only the White Emperor and the Black Emperor can appoint Jiuxing, so far, no more than five people have been appointed.
This means one thing, their identity must be trustworthy.
For example, Feng Lin, as a descendant of Yanhuang, would never become a Nine Star.
Si Heng kicked Yin Lan again, "I remember you. Just wait for me. Maybe when I carry out the mission, there will be no one left."
"It's just a good idea, so you don't have to do the task."
Yin Lan waved to Si Heng impatiently, "Can you leave? It's really disturbing my rest."
"When I find out your identity, you will die!"
After Si Heng finished speaking, he turned back and glared at Feng Lin, then jumped down from the sword.
"Smelly horse face!"
Yin Lan adjusted his posture slightly and closed his eyes again, "Brother, keep driving, I'll sleep for a while."
After saying that, he lost his voice.
Feng Lin sat at the tip of the sword and talked to Ye Yourong in his mind, "What do you think of this person?"
"To be honest, I suspected that he was a Yin-Yang Crusader before, but Si Heng didn't recognize him. Maybe I was overthinking it."
Ye Yourong continued, "However, this person's strength should be very strong, not weaker than the sequence captain."
Feng Lin nodded secretly, "But sequence captains are also divided into high and low levels. I just don't know what level he can enter."
…
Another day and a half passed.
Feng Lin controlled the long sword and finally reached the westernmost point of the Western Continent.
In front of them was an endless ocean.
The sky at this moment was dusk, and the sea seemed to be dyed golden.
"Brother Yin! We've arrived!"
Feng Lin shouted, and he felt that this person must have really fallen asleep.
For the next day and a half, he didn't do anything unnecessary and just kept lying on the hilt of the sword.
"Reached?"
Yin Lan opened his eyes and looked at the sea ahead. He untied the iron chain tied to his body and stood up from the sword.
He stretched hard and said, "Ah! I really want to die!"
"Where to go next?"
Feng Lin had become accustomed to his speech and asked with a smile.
"Then continue to the west and I will show you the way."
Yin Lan lay down again, but this time, he did not sleep, but opened his eyes with a decadent look.
"Continue to the west? Then we will reach the Destruction Storm?"
Feng Lin asked strangely.
"That's right, to destroy the storm."
Yin Lan looked at the sky and said softly, "Send me over there and then I can leave. You are not a bad person."
"It seems like I didn't do anything." Feng Lin smiled.
"Do you know? If it were normal, it would cost a lot of people to drive this way, because I would kill most of them."
