A tall man with a broken arm slowly landed on the water, stood not far from Han Jiulin, and said coldly: "Boy, do you think I can't recognize you because you are wearing a mask?"
Let’s settle all the old and new grudges together today!”
Han Jiulin recognized at a glance that this tall man with a broken arm was Zong Yuehe, the former chief helmsman of the Soul Destruction Altar of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect. When he met this guy, he was really an enemy on a narrow road, and he knew that things would not go well.
Since the Yuehe sect failed to compete for the position of the leader of the Soul Destruction Altar, and the current leader of the Soul Destruction Altar, Miss Xin Yu, broke off an arm and escaped, he took the remaining forces in his hands to form the so-called Canglan Water.
palace.
Although Zong Yuehe was defeated by Miss Xinyu and had one of his arms cut off, his cultivation was still at the level of a king. With the power of thunder, he led the disciples of Canglan Water Palace to destroy the sixteen people under the river.
The big gangs were quickly suppressed and consolidated.
After this move, Canglan Water Palace naturally grew rapidly, and its followers numbered in the tens of thousands.
However, even so, the so-called Master of the Canglan Water Palace is still not worth mentioning compared to the countless branches of the Soul Destruction Altar that were originally commanded by Zong Yuehe.
The reason why Zong Yuehe fell to this point was naturally because of Han Jiulin's scheme.
Because of this, he had long hated Han Jiulin in his heart, pointed at him and said angrily:
"Han Jiulin, you little thief not only killed my beloved son, but also harmed me to this extent. Do you know that I could have been the leader of the Soul-Destroying Altar!"
"Now I can only be the so-called master of the Canglan Water Palace here. Huh, boy, you came to my door today. If I don't crush you to ashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
Han Jiulin said: "Zong Yuehe, you have to think clearly. Now that I am the heir to Qinglong Palace, if you kill me, it will be equivalent to starting a war with Qinglong Palace."
"Not only will the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect want to kill you, but even Qinglong Palace will definitely not let you go."
Zong Yuehe laughed three times, then stared at Han Jiulin and said coldly:
"You have harmed me so much, do you think you can scare me by moving out of Prince Qinglong's Mansion?
I’m telling you the truth, don’t say you are the young prince of Qinglong Palace at this time, even if you are the prince of Canglan Empire, there is no way you can escape unscathed today!”
Just when Bai Linrong was thinking a lot, Zong Yuehe suddenly raised his whole body's momentum to the extreme, and then a huge dharma body instantly rose up from his body, instantly controlling the surrounding space, forming a huge force.
of air pressure.
Han Jiulin, on the other hand, also exploded with power at the level of a king-level expert, and mobilized the power of the world-destroying demon sword to perform "Devil Devouring", condensing a huge phantom of the demon king from behind.
The phantom of the Demon Lord was surging and ferocious, but at this moment, Han Jiulin no longer had the power of the Emperor's Dagger, so the power of the "Devil Devouring Destruction" was greatly weakened, and it was not enough to make Zong Yuehe as powerful as the Imperial Crown Prince back then.
I felt such fear from the bottom of my heart.
When Zong Yue saw Han Jiulin's body, the phantom of the demon king that rose up was actually bigger than his body, and its power was suppressing his own momentum. He couldn't help but feel even more angry.
Then the body continuously erupted with the King's spiritual energy, almost causing the entire river to boil, showing the unparalleled power of the King's strongman.
This river is the mother river of the Canglan Empire. It runs almost through the entire Canglan Empire. This section of the river alone is more than three hundred meters wide.
Some of the spirit beasts immediately became restless after feeling the tremendous power erupted by Zong Yuehe, and kept jumping on the surface of the river, as if they wanted to escape.
At this moment, Bai Linrong was standing on the wooden boat in a daze, his delicate body swaying with the strong wind and waves, but his beautiful eyes never left Han Jiulin's body.
In fact, she had guessed Gong Zilin's true identity many times, but she never thought that Gong Zilin's appearance under the silver-white iron face was actually Han Jiulin, the heir to the Qinglong Palace and the rumored number one genius in the imperial capital.
With Han Jiulin's many miracles on his own, his name has already spread all over the imperial capital and is well known to the world.
Bai Lingrong is no exception, and she also had a relationship with Han Jiulin.
It's just that she has never connected this young talent with the master of Ghost Villa, Zi Lin, even though the two of them have the same character "Lin" in their names.
There was no other reason. It was simply because Bai Linrong felt that Han Jiulin was too young. Even though he was the number one genius in the imperial capital, he might break Meng Haoran's reputation as an unparalleled genius in the world of cultivation in the future.
But at the age of just under eighteen years old, how could he have the cultivation level of a king, let alone lead an increasingly large organization like Ghost Villa.
In fact, she had always guessed that Gong Zilin should be a man in his twenties or nineteen, and she even vaguely hoped that the appearance under the silver-white iron mask was ordinary or even ugly.
In this case, I might still have a glimmer of hope and be worthy of the man who made me fall in love for the first time in my life.
However, when Bai Linrong learned that Gong Zilin's true identity was Han Jiulin, to be honest, she had mixed emotions.
Han Jiulin, an unparalleled young genius in the Canglan Empire and the heir to the Qinglong Palace, had set several records in the spiritual world before he was eighteen years old. Such an extremely outstanding man would naturally not lack the favor of beauties around him.
Whether it is Xuanyan, the number one mermaid in the imperial capital, or Princess Zhirou of the Giant Spirit Palace, there is no doubt that they are the best women in the world.
But how can a woman with such a notorious reputation and who has fallen into the quagmire be worthy of a proud man like Han Jiulin?
For the first time, Bai Linrong truly felt that the distance between him and Gong Zilin was so far away, just like the sun in the sky and the dust in the ground.
If she had met Han Jiulin at this age sixteen years ago, when she was the purest and purest, she might have pursued him without hesitation, and she was confident that she would be able to capture Han Jiulin's heart.
But now, she feels that even getting close to Han Jiulin is a blasphemy against him.
Just when Zong Yuehe exploded with all his power and was about to launch an all-out attack on Han Jiulin, Bai Lingrong slowly came to the bow of the ship as if he had made a firm determination in his heart, and then smiled at Zong Yuehe who was not far away,
Then he spoke:
"Senior Zong, wait a minute. If you let Han Jiulin leave today, I can agree to be your woman. I wonder if Senior Zong can accept this exchange?"
Han Jiulin frowned when he heard this, and looked at Bai Lingrong beside him with a surprised expression.