Lin Nan said seriously: "Senior Zhang Qixuan told me that he has a spell, but it takes time to accumulate momentum. Now Yu Jiaojiao faces the tiger-riding Taoist alone, and I am worried... I won't hold on for long!"

"Sister Clan, you are extremely powerful. As long as you join forces with Yu Jiaojiao and last until Senior Zhang completes the spell, you will definitely be able to eliminate the evil Taoist!"

When he spoke, Lin Nan seemed extremely anxious, as if he was scared to death. This look immediately dispelled Lin Chuxue's doubts.

In Lin Chuxue's opinion, he didn't know Zhang Qixuan at all, nor did he know that there was such a person who suddenly heard this name and believed it most of the time.

"Then how did you meet Senior Zhang?" Lin Chuxue was cautious and did not forget to ask more questions.

"Yu Jiaojiao and I were in the Demon Slaying Hall, and received the commission to kill the Demon Tiger. We met our senior when we went up the mountain."

Lin Nan showed longing expression on his face: "Senior Zhang is too strong. He is so focused at a young age. He is still resourceful and handsome, which makes me feel inferior to him."

Lin Chuxue nodded secretly, it seemed that it was indeed Senior Zhang.

Lin Nan continued: "That senior proposed to use Yu Jiaojiao and I as bait to hook up the evil Taoist hidden here, and Senior Zhang condensed his spells and waited for an opportunity to act. Now he is just waiting for the right opportunity to use the thunder means."

He carefully observed Lin Chuxue's expression.

As long as Lin Chuxue goes to the top of the mountain this time and waves his sword at Lin Yinfeng, he will be charged with murdering his master, and no one can protect her.

"I..."

Lin Chuxue pursed her lips and one hand subconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes, which showed that she was very entangled.

On one side is the extremely powerful Lin Yinfeng, and on the other side is her senior Zhang Qixuan.

Lin Chuxue said with difficulty: "Sorry, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Seeing that the little white marten was about to bite the bait, how could Lin Nan let her go easily?

"Sister, wait..."

"What else?"

"No, forget it, you go, it's right for you to leave."

Lin Nan said dejectedly: "I didn't tell you something out of my selfishness."

"What's the matter?" Lin Chuxue looked puzzled.

"Senior Zhang actually said... If I meet a beautiful girl with black hair, I will tell you not to tell you about him coming here."

Lin Nan smiled reservedly, "The beautiful girl on this mountain should refer to you, the clan sister, but I hope you will save Yu Jiaojiao, so that you will forget Senior Zhang's instructions."

"Sister Clan, you... it's right not to go to the top of the mountain! That evil Taoist is too dangerous!"

"I want to go back to the Demon-Slaying Hall in Rongcheng and ask the court to help you. Sister, you can leave as soon as possible. Senior Zhang, who is in charge, is worried!"

Lin Nan ran down the mountain.

He looked back at Lin Chuxue and found that Lin Chuxue was standing foolishly, his thin figure seemed a little panicked and helpless.

About a few minutes later, a clear sword sounded throughout the mountains.

...

After listening to Lin Nan's words, Lin Chuxue thought for a long time, and his heart was filled with a warm current that had never happened before.

In Zhang Qixuan's eyes, she turned out to be a beautiful girl.

He kept saying that he could kill her at will, but he was disdainful, but he would go to the danger privately and attack Lin Yinfeng.

"Senior, you and I have only one relationship, why are you so stupid?"

Lin Chuxue sighed quietly, stroked her right hand to her chest, and couldn't help but think that she should be stupid.

After a while, a man in black robe appeared where Lin Chuxue disappeared.

Lin Nan used the ever-changing decisiveness to put on a black robe he carried with him in his luggage, and he had become a genius in the concentration realm and a black robe senior Zhang Qixuan.

"Lin Chuxue, it's finally time for you to swallow bait..."

His voice dissipated in the wind in the dense forest, with a little emotion and relief.

On the top of the mountain, the yin energy was violently abusing and the blood puppet roared.

"Shan Ling God, kill her for me!"

Lin Yinfeng was bleeding from seven orifices, his face was extremely ferocious. On his already thin face, it seemed that he had grown twenty years old again, and became skinny.

A terrifying giant condensed by countless corpses roared to the sky, holding a black sword condensed by resentment in his hands, exuding an unparalleled aura.

"Spiritual Calling Technique, the descendant of the Yin Spirit Sect!"

Yu Jiaojiao tells the origin of Lin Yinfeng in one sentence.

Lin Yinfeng sneered: "The little girl has seen a lot. I do have an adventure. After obtaining this Soul-Starting Banner and the Yin Spirit Sect's inheritance, today, I sacrificed my life span of thirty years and dozens of blood puppets. This loss must be compensated for!"

"You will become the most powerful one of my blood puppets!"

"You dare to speak out loud!" Yu Jiaojiao controlled the blood-colored sword, suddenly shone brightly, and stabbed the corpse giant composed of the blood puppet in the air.

With a bang, the small sword ignited a huge flame.

The stone giant roared in extreme pain, and Lin Yinfeng also spat out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily: "I am going to soak your soul!"

The corpse giant shrank a circle, but did not dissipate. He waved the big knife of resentment and slashed at Yu Jiaojiao.

"None of them died."

Facing the fierce corpse giant, Yu Jiaojiao no longer held back. When she closed her beautiful eyes and opened her long black hair turned red, and there seemed to be a charming flame in her pupils, with an extremely cold expression.

With a sniff, the blood flames surged, and seven or eight nearby blood puppets turned into ashes.

"What is this?" Lin Yinfeng couldn't help but say in dismay.

He relied on the blood puppet to fight, and consumed Yu Jiaojiao's energy to a maximum. As a result, Yu Jiaojiao suddenly recovered to the peak, and her cultivation level also vaguely increased to reach the Nine Orifices of Concentrating the Mind.

"Die!" The blood-colored sword in Yu Jiaojiao's hand suddenly surged in the wind, and the burning blood flames soared into the sky, wrapping the black fog on the top of the mountain, and a hole was suddenly pierced.

A blood-red beam of light could be seen radiating into the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The small sword became ten feet long. With one slash, the corpse giant turned into ashes on the spot. A deep ravine that was one meter deep and countless lengths appeared on the top of the mountain.

After Yu Jiaojiao's blow, her long red hair turned back to her original appearance, and she was breathing weakly.

At this moment, a cold wind blew behind him!

"I ruined another escape talisman for me, and you will die today!" Lin Yinfeng's face was distorted and abominable, and his eagle-like palm stabbed Yu Jiaojiao's back!

Yu Jiaojiao showed a hint of sneer. Just as she was about to strike back, suddenly, a sharp and cold sword light shot towards Lin Yinfeng!

A clang sound.

In the previous battle, Lin Yinfeng was injured and dared not to shake the edge of the enemy. He retreated at the touch.

Lin Chuxue, wearing a white fox mask, came to the top of the mountain with a few light jumps.

Yu Jiaojiao did not recognize her, frowned and said, "Who are you? I don't need you to help me. I want to kill him in person."

"I'm not here to help you." Lin Chuxue snorted.
Chapter completed!