You must know that in another world, there are countless countries similar to the Presbyterian Church that restrain each other.
Feng Lin knew what was going on inside.
If they have a common enemy, they will definitely unite to resist foreign enemies.
But if it weren't for a common enemy, they would definitely have differences.
Feng Lin is naturally not their common enemy, after all, they have never met him before.
Not long after, the guard who had gone to report came back, followed by a middle-aged man with blue hair.
The middle-aged man was wearing a battle armor and had a blue mustache.
His strength is at the ninth level of perfection.
"Are you from China?"
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Lin, walked over and asked.
"good."
Feng Lin nodded, and he held his hands in his hands with a smile, "I'm Feng Lin."
"follow me."
The middle-aged man did not take Feng Lin to the ruins, but stayed away from the entrance of the ruins and headed to an uninhabited place.
Feng Lin followed closely behind him.
"Tell me, why are you here with us? I am the elder of Luhai."
The middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"I came here to ask if I have contacted many experts recently to deal with the Sun Tribe and see if the people from the Green Sea are interested."
Feng Lin smiled and said, "As for snatching the Sun Clan's treasures, I don't want them at all."
"Against the Sun Clan? Did I hear you correctly? China wants to deal with the Sun Clan?"
The middle-aged man asked in surprise.
"It's not China. I'm just a pure Chinese, not a member of the country. I want to deal with the Sun Clan."
Feng Lin smiled and said, "I have a master of sublimation here, but there are still some missing."
He felt that Qingqiu Yun must be helpful.
"Has one ascended realm? That's not enough. As far as I know, the Sun Clan has two ascended realms."
The middle-aged man smiled at Feng Lin and said, "Sorry, you can go back."
"I can be considered a fighting force, I'm very strong!"
Feng Lin didn't have high hopes at first, but he didn't expect that he would be rejected without even entering the ruins.
"How strong are you? Can you be stronger than the sublimation realm?" the middle-aged man asked.
"This does not."
Feng Lin shook his head, "But senior, you can ask people who often travel outside. I am still somewhat famous."
"It so happens that we do have experts here who are often active in the Central Continent. You wait here for a while and I'll go ask."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left.
"Are we still waiting? It feels like there is no hope."
Ye Yourong's voice sounded in Feng Lin's ears, "No one seems to bother to pay attention to you."
"Wait a minute, it's coming."
Feng Lin shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the Sun Clan was indeed powerful and no one wanted to provoke them.
There is really no choice but to go to the abyss to see.
Within the ruins.
The middle-aged man from before walked casually deeper.
Deep in the ruins, there is a huge green lake, which looks endless like an ocean from a close distance.
There are many islands on the lake, and the smallest island is about the size of an average village.
The largest island is located in the center of the lake, with an area comparable to that of a city.
The middle-aged man slowly landed on a small island, where a group of people were sitting around drinking and chatting.
In front of them were seven or eight women in revealing clothing, dancing.
An old man here was drinking and happened to see the middle-aged man coming back, "Haijie, who is it?"
"He's a little brat with a seventh level of Dacheng. I thought he was some big shot. He was just wasting my time."
Haijie sat in his seat, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Only the seventh level of Dacheng? I can kill him directly."
A fat man hugged an orc woman and sneered.
"It's unnecessary. It's a waste of my energy. I'm too lazy to kill him. You even ask me to find out his name. You really think of yourself as a person."
Haijie drank the wine in one gulp.
"Haha, what did he come here for?"
The old man here asked with a smile. His hair had fallen out and only blue eyes could be seen.
This person's name is Hai Zhan. He is also an elder, but he is an elder with the right to speak and can enter the inner circle of the Presbyterian Church.
As for the other people around him, they all belong to his faction.
"They say they want to deal with the Sun Clan and they need some experts. Let us help."
Haijie shook his head, "Forget it, let's not mention it. It's like an ant, a waste of time."
"Hahaha! Are you going to deal with the Sun Clan? If we don't help the Sun Clan kill him, it would be a great mercy."
The fat man just now couldn't help but laugh.
But just as he started laughing, his voice stopped abruptly because he noticed Hai Zhan's cold gaze.
Only then did he realize that in addition to the core members, there were also these dancing women around him.
Others don't know that their faction is related to the Sun Clan.
"By the way, what's his name?"
Hai Zhan regained his gaze and looked at Hai Jie over there.
"He said his name is Feng Lin, and he is somewhat famous, hahaha! He is only at the seventh level of Dacheng, but he dares to say that he is somewhat famous in front of others..."
"What? Feng Lin?"
On the other side, an old man with a hooked nose suddenly put down his wine glass and interrupted Haijie's words.
Hai Zhan frowned and said in a low voice: "Yangwei, do you know?"
"Of course, it has been a few months since I came back from the Central Continent. On the way back, I happened to hear that this man openly declared war on the Sun Clan and killed many masters of the Sun Clan."
Yangwei looked at Hai Zhan and explained, "He is the thorn in the side of the Sun Clan."
"What kind of masters were killed?" Hai Zhan asked.
"I heard that there is a perfect ninth-level master, but it is relatively difficult and there is still a big gap between him and the Golden Crow."
Yangwei explained, "But this happened a few months ago. I don't know where I am now."
"How high can I be in a few months?"
Haijie poured himself a drink and chuckled, "The seventh level of Dacheng, the perfect ninth level who killed the Sun Clan, is indeed a genius."
Hai Zhan's eyes gradually narrowed slightly, and he waved to the women around him, "All of you, get down."
"yes!"
The women around him all quickly retreated.
Peace has returned here again.
"If the Golden Crow of the Sun Clan can kill him, I am the only one here who can do it."
Hai Zhan's eyes flashed coldly, "This boy is indeed not simple."
"Then what should we do? Do you want to help the Sun Clan kill?" Haijie asked.
"Kill? What are you thinking? Of course, capture him and give it to the Sun Clan, and then take the opportunity to order some good things."
Hai Zhan sneered again and again.
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"Feng Lin, is he not coming? Let's just go back."
Ye Yourong's voice came.
Feng Lin also felt that it had been long enough, so he walked back to the entrance of the ruins, "I'll ask again, and if it doesn't work, leave."
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the ruins, he saw Haijie walking out.
"Hahaha! Brother Feng Lin, I asked about it, you are really famous!"
Haijie looked at Feng Lin and smiled.
"I'm not famous, I can only be considered moderately famous."
Feng Lin smiled and said.
"Come in with me, our boss wants to chat with you." Haijie invited with a smile.