"You...you said I'm bragging!"

Xiao Bingfeng said angrily.

Lin Yun smiled, but now he thinks he is bragging.

Xiao Bingfeng looked up and looked at the five saints who were still fighting, saying, "Let's go. Now there is no saint in the way, so you can leave."

“Can’t leave…”

Lin Yun shook his head, stood up slowly, and said, "If I don't say I am a disciple of Yaoguang, this matter has been caused by me, so I can't leave like this. I always have a bad premonition in my heart. You know that I have the holy cloak of the sky. If it is really his plan to the master, I will never leave."

Besides, have you left? Not necessarily.

Even if they can really leave, what will the other brothers do? With Tian Xuanzi's personality, they can do anything.

Xiao Bingfeng hesitated and said, "I am not saying bad things about Yao Guang. I am worried. What if Yao Guang doesn't come?"

Lin Yun glanced at her, Xiao Bingfeng did not dodge, she did say bad things about Yao Guang again.

Her heart is very small. In today's world, she can only pretend to be someone, and she has never avoided it.

Lin Yun looked at her with a calm expression and said, "Whether it is love, friendship, or master-disciple in this world, when you start to worry, you have lost it. Just like I never worry that you will not come, if you don't come, you will definitely be trapped in Wanmo Peak, and so will my master. If he doesn't come, he will definitely have a reason not to come."

"Then I can't leave. I'll stop this disaster that Tian Xuanzi has set up for him."

Xiao Bingfeng paused in her heart, and the two looked at each other. She looked at Lin Yun's clear eyes, as if she understood something.

Why can this young man in front of me come out of the ninth heaven, and why can he be favored by Yaoguang? Can Su Ziyao wait for him for a year in the Fuyun Sword Sect, and let Yue Weiwei give the purple jade divine bamboo flute.

"Well, then don't leave."

Xiao Bingfeng nodded.

Lin Yun looked back and saw that the five great saints in the sky were fighting, and the death of the saint king made Tian Xuanzi fall into a rampage.

But after several killing moves, he seemed to be a shocking stone, but he was finally blocked by the four saints. The middle-aged beautiful woman played the sound of the emperor on the ninth-grade holy sound, and the saint of Xuangu evolved into a supreme holy picture drawn with divine patterns. Mu Xuankong and Chen Yu each exerted their sword will to their limits.

The four great saints tried their best to block Tian Xuanzi without any reservation.

"Tian Xuanzi, give up!"

The Saint of Xuangu said: "Who can be your opponent in the ancient domain after being of such qualifications for hundreds of years? I am indeed inferior to you, but with the joint efforts, there is no possibility that you can defeat Lin Yun."

The other three stared at Tian Xuanzi and felt a lot of pressure on the latter.

After leaving the rampage, Mu Xuankong and others were shocked. They were all Saint Tian Xuanzi, who were too many of them.

"Let go? Ho..."

A sarcasm flashed in Tian Xuanzi's eyes, and the purple strange flowers on his shoulder suddenly emerged and turned into petals all over the sky and scattered out.

boom!

A wisp of divine patterns was imprinted on each petal. When the strange flower flew up, a certain imprisonment seemed to be opened in Tian Xuanzi's body. A terrifying aura continued to rush on him. Mu Xuankong and the other four were shocked, and the momentum quickly surpassed the Saint.

The Saint Lord Xuangu said in surprise: "You are not the Saint Lord..."

As the petals were flying, Tian Xuanzi reached out to pick a petal and smiled and said, "Saint? I'm not already!"

Bang!
Chapter completed!