"This woman is Ling Xingchen's aunt, named Ling Binglan. Her strength is extraordinary. She should be stronger than Yun Hao. Brother Han, you must be careful."
Baili Yuntian reminded from the side.
Han Jiulin naturally remembered this white-haired woman he had seen in the auction house, and also knew that since she could intimidate the reckless and impulsive Yun Hao, her own cultivation must be extremely extraordinary.
But even though Han Jiulin was facing this woman, he showed no fear at all. He stared at Ling Binglan and said calmly:
"Everyone from the Yun Clan tried to kill me several times, but I just retaliated with tooth for tooth. If you cultivators from the Ling Clan want to leave, Han will never stop you."
Ling Binglan stared at Han Jiulin for a while, then sneered and said:
"Boy, do you think you can be so arrogant just because you have a ninth-grade magic weapon in your hand?
If I, Ling Binglan, wanted to take your life, I wouldn’t need to put in any effort at all!”
Han Jiulin and Ling Binglan looked at each other without giving in, and immediately responded: "If you take action, Yun Hao's outcome will be a lesson to others!"
"Yunhao really died in your hands?"
Ling Binglan sensed that the huge black skeleton behind Han Jiulin suddenly emitted an extremely terrifying aura, and she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart.
If Yun Hao really died in the hands of this black skeleton, with his cultivation level only slightly higher than that of Yun Hao, if he really attacked Han Jiulin today, he would probably die here.
Just when Ling Binglan hesitated, a blue thunder suddenly rushed out from the canyon, and then brought Yun Chengzhou to land not far in front of Han Jiulin and his party.
The old man who came with Yun Chengzhou was named Yun Jueyan. He was extremely senior among the Yun Clan. He was the younger brother of the Yun Clan's ancestor and one of the top ten masters of the Yun Clan.
Yun Jueyan stared at Han Jiulin not far away, wishing he could just cut him into pieces, and said angrily:
"Ling Binglan, with your cultivation level reaching the fifth level of heaven, if you join hands with me, even if this little bastard named Han has the ability to reach heaven, there will be only one way to die in the end!"
Ling Binglan remained silent after hearing Yun Jueyan's suggestion. She was still very afraid of the huge black skeleton behind Han Jiulin.
Seeing that Ling Binglan was noncommittal about his suggestion, Yun Jueyan couldn't help but feel angry, staring at her and saying:
"Ling Binglan, just because this little bastard surnamed Han used the power of the ninth-grade magic weapon to destroy the barrier in the canyon, causing heavy damage to you Ling clan cultivators, are you planning to just let this little bastard go?"
"Or...are you frightened by the words in this little bastard's mouth and don't dare to take action against him?"
Seeing this situation, Han Jiulin said calmly: "Even if I don't use the power of the ninth-grade magic weapon to blast through the canyon barrier, you won't be able to hold on for much longer. Today, your Yun Clan is on a dead end, so why bother involving the Ling Clan?"
"Little bastard, I will let you know now what it means to truly seek death!"
Before Yun Jueyan finished speaking, he turned his body into a blue thunder and rushed towards Han Jiulin, intending to kill Han Jiulin on the spot.
However, although Yun Jueyan was extremely fast, the huge black skeleton behind Han Jiulin was faster than him. Yun Jueyan was so shocked that he turned around and retreated, but was still caught by this spirit.
Shi Zhanou tore off an arm alive.
On the broken wall of Yun Jue Inkstone, the blood of Feng Wang's spirit was constantly flowing down, dripping onto the ground and burning out a pit.
"I said how could Yun Hao die in the hands of a little bastard like you? It turns out that you little bastard actually hid such a terrible trump card..." Yun Jueyan quickly stopped the blood flowing out of his broken arm and stared at the
The huge spirit stone war puppet was shocked.
Ling Binglan couldn't help but her pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the true power of this spirit stone war puppet, and then said:
"The grudge between your Yun Clan and Han Jiulin has nothing to do with our Ling Clan. Xingchen, let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Binglan was about to take Ling Xingchen away from here.
Han Jiulin said: "Wait a minute."
After hearing what Han Jiulin said, Ling Binglan couldn't help but feel angry in her heart, but she suppressed it because she was worried about the power of the spirit stone war partner. Then she turned her head and stared at Han Jiulin and said:
"Han Jiulin, I, the Ling Clan, can never be your enemy. What else do you want?"
Han Jiulin said: "Although you, the Ling clan, have no grudges against me, there is a difference between Ling Xingchen and my brother Baili Yuntian."
"She was already my brother's fiancée, but she abandoned him when he suffered a great calamity, and then entered into a marriage contract with Yun Chengzhou of the Yun Clan, causing my brother Baili Yuntian to be ridiculed and ridiculed. This deal
Is this how the account is settled?"
Ling Binglan said: "Baili Yuntian was assassinated by someone three years ago. His cultivation has been declining instead of advancing, and it is almost impossible to recover in his lifetime."
"My niece Xingchen is not only beautiful in appearance but also extremely talented. Even if she breaks off her engagement with Baili Yuntian, it is a matter of course, and the patriarch and elders of the Baili clan have agreed to this matter."
Han Jiulin stared into Ling Binglan's eyes and continued: "So this is the reason why you have never considered my brother Baili Yuntian's feelings from the beginning to the end, or even asked him a question?"
After Baili Yuntian was attacked and plotted three years ago, and her practice failed to advance but retreated, Ling Xingchen had decided that it was impossible to marry a loser. On the other hand, Yun Chengzhou of the Yun tribe had always had a good impression of Ling Xingchen, so the two
They hit it off immediately.
For the sake of future development, the elders of the Ling clan naturally had no reason to oppose the marriage contract between Ling Xingchen and Yun Chengzhou.
After the Yun and Ling tribes reached an agreement, the elders of the two tribes made a deal with Baili Xifeng, the current leader of the Baili tribe, and made Baili Xifeng agree to terminate the engagement between Baili Yuntian and Ling Xingchen.
However, in the process of all this, all the humiliation, ridicule, and abuse were endured by Baili Yuntian, who had fallen into a low point in his life, and even ended up being expelled to a border town such as Diyan City.
The vows of eachother and the deep affection eventually turned into the coldest sharp blade, piercing deeply into Baili Yuntian's heart, causing nightmares to haunt him for countless days and nights, making it difficult for him to let go.
Although Baili Yuntian wanted to put everything down completely and did not want to embarrass Ling Xingchen too much, Han Jiulin wanted to seek justice for Baili Yuntian.
Ling Xingchen gritted his teeth and stared at Baili Yuntian beside Han Jiulin, with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.
She never expected that Baili Yuntian would one day recover his cultivation and soar into the sky again.
Ling Binglan stared at Han Jiulin and said coldly, "It's useless to talk about the past rights and wrongs. Now that things have come to this, what do you want?"
Han Jiulin said: "It's very simple, now my brother Baili Yuntian, your niece Ling Xingchen and Yun Chengzhou from the Yun Clan are all here.
And now that my brother's cultivation has recovered, he is completely worthy of your niece."
"Since your niece abandoned my brother Baili Yuntian for this reason, let her choose again now!"
Ling Binglan said: "What if Xingchen still chooses Yun Chengzhou?"
When Han Jiulin heard this, he just sneered and didn't answer in silence.