However, Baili Yuntian was not worried about the situation that the two of them were about to face. He looked at Han Jiulin and said with a smile: "Brother Han, you don't have to be so cautious. If it really comes to a point where it's difficult to deal with it, we can simply flee into the wild swamp."
It’s healed inside.”
Han Jiulin nodded slightly, then looked at Baili Yuntian and asked, "By the way, what did Ling Xingchen tell you earlier?"
Baili Yuntian chuckled, and then said: "She said that the marriage between herself and Yun Chengzhou was arranged by the elders of the Ling clan, and it was not because she wanted to rub salt in my wounds."
Han Jiulin said: "Then how did you respond?"
Baili Yuntian said: "I just told her that since the matter has come to this, then you and I don't have to see each other again in the future."
Han Jiulin said: "Although you want to draw a clear line between you and Ling Xingchen, that may not be the case in her eyes. I can see that Ling Xingchen is a very high-spirited woman. If she feels humiliated, she will be hurt in the future.
I'm afraid I will hate you..."
Baili Yuntian said: "Oh, I really can't control what she thinks. Now I just want to start my new life again. Although her Lingxingchen is a star in the sky, I, Baili Yuntian, am no longer the dust of the world."
"
"Brother Han, look at men like us with handsome looks, extraordinary potential, and good character. Are we still afraid that no woman will fall in love with us in the future?"
Han Jiulin said: "Although it sounds strange, it seems to be the case.
But I hope that when Ling Xingchen and Yun Chengzhou get married in the future, you will still be able to remain unaffected as you are today."
Baili Yuntian smiled slightly when he heard this, and then said:
"You can't force fate. She, Ling Xingchen, was originally my fiancée. Once the fate between me and her is over, she naturally no longer belongs to me. As for the future, why should I bother myself?"
Just after Baili Yuntian finished speaking, a familiar voice reached Han Jiulin's ears.
"Oh my God, what you said is so reasonable. I see that you are destined to be a Buddhist. Why don't you go into my temple to drink tea with a poor monk and talk about Buddhism, thus fulfilling today's fate?"
Han Jiulin turned around and saw a dilapidated temple behind him. Although it was built within the city limits of Diyan City, it looked extremely deserted.
An overweight monk was standing in front of the two bodies. Han Jiulin took a closer look and recognized that this fat monk was the one who traded the map of Mingsheng Mountain to him at a very low price of one hundred spiritual stones.
Monk Tao.
"Master Xian Tao, I originally planned to look for you later, but I didn't expect that you and I were destined to meet here."
Han Jiulin bowed respectfully to Monk Xian Tao with his hands clasped together, and then spoke.
"Donor... Donor, I'm afraid you have admitted the wrong person. Well, you must have admitted the wrong person."
Monk Xian Tao looked nervous when he saw Han Jiulin, and then walked towards the temple without looking back.
Han Jiulin and Baili Yuntian quickly chased into the temple, and then said:
"Master Xian Tao, Master Xian Tao, don't be too busy leaving. Since I saw you today, I must express my gratitude to you. You are truly a well-deserved holy monk. You really regard money as dust."
"Han Jiulin will remember the kindness of the master in giving me the map. If I hadn't participated in the auction held by the Ling clan today, I wouldn't have known that the map of the Mingsheng Mountain that the master gave me was actually real..."
"I misunderstood you that day by the Netherworld Backwater River. I'm really sorry. The fragment of the map of the Mingsheng Mountain is worth tens of millions of spiritual stones. If the master didn't have it..."
Before Han Jiulin finished speaking, Monk Xian Tao suddenly turned around and rushed to Han Jiulin, and then said excitedly:
"You...what did you say?
Tens of millions of spiritual stones?
Hurry up, take out the fragmentary map of Mingsheng Mountain and give it to the poor monk to take a closer look."
Han Jiulin was confused when he saw this, and then he asked: "Master Xiantao, is it possible that you don't know that the fragmentary map of the Mingsheng Mountain is real?"
Upon hearing this, Monk Xian Tao hurriedly said: "That's nonsense. I don't know if the map fragment I gave you is true or false?"
I just...just want to take another look."
"Also, benefactor, forgive me for speaking frankly. The reason why the poor monk gave you the fragmentary map of the Mingsheng Mountain was because you were destined to it. But now your fate with the fragmentary map of the Mingsheng Mountain is different.
It’s done.”
"The fate is over?"
Han Jiulin frowned slightly and repeated.
Han Jiulin is really a little confused now. Is this monk Xian Tao really hiding it, or is he just lucky enough to get the fragment of the Mingsheng Mountain map by accident?
Juan sold it to himself for one hundred spiritual stones.
However, the doubts in Han Jiulin's heart did not last long before the terrifying aura coming from the sky attracted all his attention.
Countless electric lights suddenly flashed among the dark clouds at night, gathering majestic and astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations, which were obviously coming in the direction of Han Jiulin and Baili Yuntian.
"What on earth happened?"
Monk Xian Tao looked extremely panicked on his face and quickly looked at Han Jiulin and asked.
"Master Xiantao, I'm really sorry for getting you involved. In this situation, I'm afraid the experts from the Yun Clan are coming."
Han Jiulin frowned and looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, and then said.
"No, this... how could this master of the Yun Clan..."
Before Monk Xian Tao could finish his sentence, he saw a bolt of blue thunder suddenly strike from the sky, creating a huge crater in the courtyard of Liantan Temple, which frightened Monk Xian Tao's body to tremble.
Now the outside of Liantan Temple has been surrounded by many masters of the Yun tribe. Immediately after, a thunder pillar rose up from the huge pit, and then formed a thunder barrier, covering a large area of the city including Liantan Temple.
Imprisoned within.
Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of many cultivators, spirit beast tribes and even Taoist cultivators, who couldn't help but look towards the city area.
Baili Jingtong and Song Xianglian were standing on a high tower at this time, looking at the thunder barrier with sinister smiles on their faces.
Baili Jingtong's face was extremely pale, and when he smiled he looked like a demon from hell. He stared at Baili Yuntian in the distance and said:
"It seems that the Yun Clan is serious about killing those two little things this time. With such a battle, even if the boy named Han possesses a ninth-grade magic weapon, he may not be able to escape death today.
And my poor nephew should die here..."
Song Xianglian laughed loudly, and then said: "This is not bad, it also saves you and me from taking action.
After all, that boy Baili Yuntian is more or less your blood relative, so if you and I don't have his blood on our hands, we have accumulated some bad virtues."
"It's just that the boy surnamed Han holds a ninth-grade magic weapon in his hand. If the people of the Yun tribe get it, it will really give them an advantage!"