After walking through the familiar road, Lin Feng did not stop and went straight to Wanqian Pawnshop in Dongling City. The speed was very fast. In the past, it took ten days and a half to travel. In just a few moments, he arrived. As the largest flagpole in Dongningzhou, One of the three cities, Dongling City is still prosperous.
The traffic is busy and the flow is constant.
The familiar scenery, Peach Blossom is still unrecognizable. That day, he and Lan Xinyan entered together, but now they are on separate sides.
"Being able to become a disciple of Immortal Pavilion, Xinyan may not necessarily have a bright future, but at least... his life will be okay." Lin Feng is not worried about Xinyan's situation. Everyone has their own path and their own life. If you are not a saint, you cannot control that much.
As the teacher said, the master leads the way, and the practice lies in the individual.
Xinyan's future is in her own hands, and everything she can do to help her has been done.
"Wow~" The figure flashed by, Lin Feng still remembered Wanqian Pawnshop, and soon found the right direction, flashing like a ghost.
Wanqian Pawn Shop.
The little old man crossed his legs, smoked a pipe, and sat contentedly in a rocking chair. He was the envoy of Dongning Province and had a high status in the Blood Tower. He was once a seven-blood killer, but he chose to retire because of his mediocre qualifications. Not entering the world of nirvana.
There are actually many such warriors who are tired of fighting and killing and want to live the life they want in their later years.
Basically, apart from occasionally recruiting a few newcomers, the recruiting envoys don't have much to do. This can be regarded as the favor given by Xuelou to some old ministers, allowing them to enjoy their old age in peace after experiencing countless bloody killings. Although Xuelou is a killer It's organized, but it still has a strong human touch.
Suddenly
"Huh!" The little old man's dim eyes lit up, and he stood up like a carp.
He looked around alertly and startledly, and finally his eyes fell outside the counter. It seemed that there was a gust of wind blowing. But the huge pawn shop could be seen at a glance, and not a single person could be seen.
"Is it an illusion?"
"There seemed to be a breath just now."
The little old man shrugged his head, looking confused, and shook his head: "It seems that I am really old."
"Is there any?" A joking voice suddenly came from behind, which scared the little old man so much that he jumped up on the spot, as if he saw a ghost. He stabbed the pipe in his hand almost reflexively, but he only moved less than ten seconds. Centimeters, you can't move forward another half minute.
Enveloped by an invisible force, the little old man couldn't even use the slightest strength.
"You, you!" The little old man's face was red. After all, he was also the leader, a dignified seventh-blood killer. Although his strength had not improved greatly in the past few decades, his combat power was comparable to that of the eight-blood killer. However, in front of this mysterious In front of others, he is like a child who has just learned to walk.
The strength of the visitor is so terrifying!
Simply appalling.
"Don't you recognize me, sir?" The visitor was none other than Lin Feng, smiling jokingly.
"You are!?" The little old man's eyes widened, and he finally came back to his senses: "Lin, Lin Feng! Sword Demon Lin Feng!?"
The name of the sword demon Lin Feng became famous after the Battle of Yaoxing.
Not to mention that he was the one who led Lin Feng into the Blood Tower that day, for which he received a lot of praise and rewards.
"Long time no see, sir." Lin Feng said with a smile.
"Uh..." The little old man was stunned and said angrily: "You stupid boy, you scared me half to death as soon as you came back!"
"Isn't this the case before, Your Majesty the Envoy?" Lin Feng said with a smile.
The little old man smiled bitterly: "What a good Lin Feng!"
Lin Feng smiled.
The little old man didn't pay much attention to it. It was like a small joke between friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and soon the conversation became lively. For Lin Feng, even if he really took him into the Blood Tower, it was the blood that changed his destiny.
Shadow Kui, but the little old man is also his guide, so the relationship is good.
Reminiscing about old times.
"Lin Feng, your current strength should be on the same level as the Fifth Palace Master, right?" The little old man felt a little in awe.
The Lord of the Five Halls is the spiritual leader of the Blood Tower and the key to its survival.
"Yeah." Lin Feng smiled.
The strength of the five hall masters, placed in the Nirvana world, is probably at the top of the Nirvana stage and the average level of the sainthood stage. It is not very strong, but... there is no need to explain so much.
Here, the Lord of the Five Halls is indeed the strongest force.
"Why are you so free today? Come to see me, little old man. I thought you would be very busy right now." The little old man chuckled.
"Oh?" Lin Feng was slightly surprised.
He understood what the guide meant. Not many people knew about the day he entered the Nirvana world. The Blood Tower would not publicize it in a big way. He thought he was still in the Blood Tower.
"Did something happen in the Blood Tower?" Lin Feng asked, looking at the somewhat astonished receptionist, and added: "I was in seclusion before, and I just came out not long ago."
The little old man suddenly nodded: "Let me tell you, the Blood Tower is under attack now, how can you still be leisurely and relaxed? It's like this..." Then, the little old man told what he knew, and Lin Feng listened patiently.
, nodding from time to time.
The incident still originated from the battle of Nirvana Sect.
Together with Manzi, Chuixue and Ronghuo, with the power of four people, he attacked the Nirvana Mountain and wiped out the second-ranked sect in the thirty-three continents, shocking all the sect forces. None of the five hall masters took action, only four people
The power is so terrifying, and the Blood Tower itself is a killer organization that gives people the mystery and horror, sowing a seed among other powerful forces.
The seeds of crisis.
Today, Ao Jianhui will be exterminated if he offends the Blood Tower, and they will follow in the footsteps of the Nirvana Sect the next day.
The execution of each task in the Blood Tower has already created many enemies unknowingly. The hatred is accumulated day by day, and there will always be an outbreak. The demise of the Nirvana Sect is exactly the fuse.
"Ten thousand medicine valley and treasure refining sect took the lead, and the top ten sects of Killing Sword Palace, Xue Mansion, Red Rainbow Temple, Gang Fist Sect, and Sui Han Mountain were united, plus more than 100 other small and large forces scattered here and there.
, launched an attack on the Blood Tower, which has been going on for more than half a year." The little old man sighed.
"I didn't expect that the demise of the Nirvana Sect would bring so much trouble to the Blood Tower." Lin Feng felt a little guilty.
"The rabbit dies and the fox is sad." The little old man said: "You don't need to blame yourself. This matter has nothing to do with you. The sects that are united have more or less something to do with the Blood Tower. Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.
, even if the Nirvana Sect had not been destroyed, the catastrophe of the Blood Tower would have come sooner or later."
"In the end, it all comes down to me." Lin Feng said lightly.
"It should be said that...the big tree attracts the wind," the little old man said.
"A big tree will attract the wind." Lin Feng said: "But... as long as the tree is big enough and strong enough, it will not be afraid of anything." After saying that, Lin Feng nodded to the little old man: "I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first.
Here you go, welcome the envoy."
"Be careful." the little old man warned.
Lin Feng smiled.
He waved his hand and left in an instant like the wind.