However, Master Juehui didn't look at it for too long. He stretched out a hand and said to Su Lin with a smile: "Do you still want to hide it from Master? Hand it over."
After listening to Master Juehui's words, Su Lin subconsciously held the small porcelain bottle and said with some surprise: "Uncle, you are an eminent monk, how can you snatch this bottle of elixir from me?"
Master Jue Hui's face darkened, and he was about to hit someone, but after all, Master Jue Hui was an accomplished monk, so he calmly said: "How long are you going to hide the hidden weapon?"
After hearing Master Juehui's words, Su Lin was silent for a moment and did not continue to joke. In fact, the reason why he said that was because he wanted to get away with it, but it seemed that he was still discovered.
Now that he was discovered, Su Lin no longer concealed anything, but took out the dart and handed it to Master Juehui.
Su Lin didn't know why Master Jue Hui discovered his little move, but since he had been discovered, he simply stopped hiding it. Just when he was thinking about how he should explain it, Master Jue Hui opposite looked at the weapon for a while.
Fei Dart, after reciting the Buddha's name softly, said softly: "I just noticed it a little bit, and after seeing it, I was even more sure that there was indeed a trace of evil on this object. Is there any discomfort in my nephew's body?"
Su Lin was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Master Juehui was suspicious of his relationship with the man with the golden mask, and was still thinking about how he should explain it. But what he didn't expect was that Master Juehui didn't mention a word.
Regarding the man with the golden mask, Su Lin was really touched because he cared about his body.
Thinking of this, Su Lin clasped his fists, bowed to Master Juehui and said, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. Master, my eyes are as sharp as a torch. There is indeed another kind of strange energy mixed in the boy's body."
Master Juehui smiled slightly, and he could see what Su Lin was planning at a glance, and said slowly: "The poor monk does not have the panacea like the master of Shushan."
Su Lin's face turned slightly red. The reason why he said that just now was really because he was thinking about whether he could get some treasures out of Master Juehui. Seeing that his thoughts were seen through, even Su Lin, who had a face as thick as a city wall, was a little bit embarrassed.
Feel embarrassed.
Seeing Su Lin's expression, Master Juehui smiled slightly and said, "But the poor monk has a Qingxin Jue here. If you take it back and combine it with this technique and take the Qingxin Pill, you can get twice the result with half the effort."
Hearing Master Juehui's words, Su Lin's eyes lit up. After eating the elixir, it would be gone. This technique can be used forever!
It seems that although this trip to Kunlun did not bring Taoist Shenji back, the trip was still not in vain. Not only did he get to see the tricks of elite disciples of various sects, but he also got a lot of treasures.
Master Juehui took out a simple classic from his arms and handed it to Su Lin. Then he turned and left without waiting for Su Lin to say any words of thanks, looking like a high-ranking monk.
Su Lin still respected Master Juehui. After all, he was his master's senior brother. He believed that the master would not harm him.
But the more this happened, the more Su Lin felt a little guilty. If the people in the above three sects were the kind of people who wanted to kill themselves like Xiao Sheng, then Su Lin wouldn't have any regrets.
Guilt.
But it is obvious that as a member of the Shangsan Sect, there are so many good people from top to bottom, and the head of Shushan and Master Juehui have shown goodwill to themselves.
Then the affair between Su Lin and the man in the golden mask made him feel even more guilty. He felt a little sorry for the trust that the third party had in him.
But what can he do? Xia Keren and the others are still in each other's hands. This dilemma makes Su Lin feel irritable.
But no matter what, life has to go on, and Su Lin can only take one step at a time. Taoist Lingxu didn't mention the opening of the small world just now. It must be because Jian Chi was almost assassinated.
The upper three factions were furious, so they postponed the opening of the small world, and they were bound to catch the man with the golden mask.
This is the only thing that Su Lin can feel lucky about. After all, regardless of whether he can catch the man with the golden mask, if he opens the small world immediately, if he is really mixed in with the man with the golden mask, he will really
I don't know what kind of things that man will do in that small world.
Even though he and Jian Chi, two masters of the Earthly Immortal Realm, were among them, he still had a vague feeling that something was wrong!
The competition has come to an end, and the sword-wielding swordsman in the center of the arena may have been seriously injured, but was carried back by two disciples of the Shushan Sect.
However, even though Jian Chi was defeated, his reputation still spread throughout the entire upper three sects. After all, Jian Chi was so powerful that all the disciples saw it. The Earth Immortal realm was what many people dreamed of.
Su Lin no longer stayed here and walked out of the arena with Situ Xuan and walked back to the wooden house where he was.
On the way, Situ Xuan asked Su Lin what happened when he left the arena. Situ Xuan listened to the conversations between the heads of the three Shang sects and Su Lin, and could vaguely guess something, but she was not sure yet.
Su Lin was silent for a while, and then whispered everything to Situ Xuan, including the matter of the man with the golden mask asking him to kill the sword idiot.
After listening to Su Lin's words, Situ Xuan wrinkled his nose and cursed: "Despicable! Shameless!"
Naturally, she was scolding the man with the golden mask for his actions. First, he used Xia Keren and the others to threaten Su Lin, but in the end, he resorted to such despicable methods.
Su Lin was silent again, and then whispered as if talking to himself: "Xuan, did I do the right thing..."
After all, Su Lin's behavior may endanger the safety of Xia Keren and the others. He really doesn't know whether what he did is right or wrong. If he listens to the man with the golden mask and disguises Jian Chi's death as
An accident, then the Kunlun sect would not be so alert, and they would not have to quarrel with each other, putting Xia Keren and the others in danger.
Hearing Su Lin's slightly self-blaming tone, Situ Xuan shook his head and said, "You did the right thing. Don't feel guilty. Even if Keren and the others know about it, they will only be proud of you!"
Su Lin sighed. Even though he said this, he still couldn't get around this obstacle.
Su Lin clenched his fist tightly. Strength is still strength. Even though he has entered the realm of earthly immortals, it is still not enough. If he wants to fight against the group935 organization, he needs more powerful strength!
Thinking about these things, Su Lin and Situ Xuan slowly walked back to the wooden house. (..)