This lion monster lost its mind and obviously angered Lin Yun.
Originally, Lin Yun had planned to spare its life. After all, cultivation was not easy.
However, after Lin Yun saw this scene, he frowned and his figure disappeared in an instant.
The moment the lion beast was about to launch a golden beam of light, Lin Yun fell directly from the sky, like a god descending, and stepped on its head, trampling its entire head directly into the ground.
The power of Lin Yun's kick was so terrifying that in an instant, the entire head of the lion monster was trampled into flesh, making it lose the breath of life.
As if Lin Yun had done a trivial thing, he walked to the pretty boy's side, remained silent, and healed him.
"Boss... I'm sorry, I'm still too weak." The handsome man felt very guilty. He felt that Lin Yun cultivated him like this, but he let Lin Yun down every time, which made him feel very ashamed.
"You've done a great job." Lin Yun patted his shoulder to express comfort, then rubbed his hair and smiled.
After passing this incident, Lin Yun had a completely new understanding of handsome boys.
This boy, who usually looks very effeminate, is actually more manly than anyone else at heart.
In the next period of time, Lin Yun took the handsome boy to look for monsters and let the handsome boy practice in actual combat.
Every time, the handsome man was exhausted, and many times he was seriously injured, but Lin Yun would take the trouble to heal his injuries.
Along the way, they also encountered teams of twos and threes.
However, the highest level of these teams was only at the Wuzong level. After they felt that Lin Yun was an eighth-level Wuzong, they all avoided it.
After all, in the first few days, time is not urgent, and some weaker teams will avoid conflicts with each other.
Because no one knows what kind of strength the opponent will have. If your own strength is not strong enough, even if you can kill the opponent, you will suffer a lot, and it is definitely not a wise choice.
Since these people did not take action against Lin Yun, Lin Yun was too lazy to take action against these people.
Now, he just wants to improve the handsome boy's strength as soon as possible.
After all, judging from the previous test in the first stage, his own strength must reach at least the fifth level of martial arts before he can enter the inheritance place.
As for Flower Boy, it was an accident. He was a small eighth-level Martial King, but his strength was too weak.
For two consecutive days, Lin Yun and his wife still only had one token on their bodies.
This token is purple in color, with a delicate sunflower carved on the front and the word 'Kui Emperor' on the back.
On this day, Lin Yun was still lying on the big tree, eyes closed, recuperating.
On the ground, the pretty boy was waving the divine feather fan tirelessly to strengthen his control over the wind element.
In the past two days, he has successfully slaughtered a monster beast equivalent to a first-level martial arts master. Although his level has not improved, his own strength and physique have also improved a lot.
When Lin Yun opened his eyes again, he jumped down from the tree and came to the pretty boy's side.
"Let's go." Lin Yun greeted the pretty boy.
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bsp;The pretty boy wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked with some surprise, "Boss, where are you going?"
In the past two days, as they were still traveling in this world, Lin Yun's consciousness captured a place.
The density of the immortal energy in this place is very high, and it is ridiculously rich.
According to Lin Yun's speculation, where this high-density immortal energy is located, Ding Rang also has some kind of treasure.
However, since the journey is quite far and there are still five days left, Lin Yun plans to start the journey from now on and take the pretty boy with him to see if he can get anything good.
Just when Lin Yun was about to respond, Lin Yun suddenly let out a light sigh, looked up into the distance, and then said calmly, "A guest is here."
"Guest?" The beautiful man looked at Lin Yun with a confused expression. Following Lin Yun's gaze, he saw several figures flying towards them on a hillside not far away.
After a while, these people came to Lin Yun and the handsome boy.
There were seven people in total, five men and two women, old and young. They were all wearing the same style of robes, and their arrogant expressions seemed to be carved from the same mold. They were obviously from the same sect.
"Sect Master! He is indeed an eighth-level martial arts master!" When they saw Lin Yun, the expressions on their faces were all excited.
Judging from the expressions on their faces and their tone of voice, it was obvious that this group of people regarded Lin Yun as prey.
The speaker was a young woman with thick rouge on her face, thick lips and buck teeth, and she was at the fifth level of martial arts.
The leader of this group of people is the leader of their sect, an old man in his sixties, tall and energetic, but with a very proud look on his face.
"Boss, are they here to steal the token?" The pretty boy looked at this group of people as if they were idiots, and then asked Lin Yun in a low voice.
I don't know where this group of people got their courage. It's probably because Lin Yun's realm is only the eighth level martial arts master now, and the opponent sees that they are weak, so they want to steal their tokens.
Lin Yun smiled without saying a word and shook his head.
These days, no one has chosen to take action against them, so Lin Yun doesn't want to do anything in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, someone would actually come to his door now, which saved him the time to find someone.
The sect leader laughed coldly and looked at Lin Yun with an arrogant expression, with his hands behind his back, as if Lin Yun and Lin Yun were lambs to be slaughtered.
"Tell them that if they hand over their tokens, I can spare their lives." This sect master was so proud that he didn't even bother to talk to Lin Yun in person. He just called a disciple next to him, Leng
The voice commanded.
After receiving the order from the sect master, the male disciple arrogantly put his hands on his hips, squinted at Lin Yun and the pretty boy, and said with disdain, "Hey! You two! We are the top second-grade forces from the Southern Territory.
Zoroastrianism!"
"This is our great sect master, a powerful ninth-level peak martial sect. You have seen it, why are you still not polite?"
"Second-grade power!" The pretty boy seemed to find this group of pretentious people very amusing. After hearing what the other party said, he immediately pretended to be scared and hid behind Lin Yun.
After the people in this sect saw the pretty boy looking like this, they all laughed at him.