The eyes of Mei Zihua showed light, and she was expecting.

Lin Yun thought for a while and said calmly: "I can only say that he is a plum painting with the sage of the piano and flute."

Mei Zihua was overjoyed, leaned back, took out a folding fan in her hand, and smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a little insight, it's not worth mentioning."

Lin Yun was afraid that he would reveal his feelings if he said too much, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "You haven't said why you are afraid of the Holy Elder?"

"This..."

Mei Zihua looked around and said, "This is really the place where this matter is said. I will send you a message."

As he said that, his lips squirmed slightly, and a wisp of sound came directly into Lin Yun's ears.

"If I guess correctly, Qinglongce is in her hands, of course this is just a guess."

This is of great importance. Even if it is just speculation, Mei Zihua dared not say anything. Only Lin Yun could hear the secret message.

This is really unexpected.

Lin Yun could not hide his shock in his eyes. Qinglongce, the magic weapon of the Dragon Empire, was actually in the hands of the Holy Elder.

Although Mei Zihua is just a guess, but based on some information Lin Yun knew, I am afraid that it will be almost the same.

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared on the ninth floor of Fenglei Restaurant.

Lin Yun, who was about to speak, had a strange look flashed in his eyes. When he saw the person in charge, he was stunned.

It's Ye Ziling!

In addition, everyone around her was an old friend of the Sword Sect. It was obvious that he was a fellow disciple who had experienced life and death together on the ancient battlefield.

All are here.

Lin Yun couldn't hold back his emotions in an instant, and wanted to come forward to recognize each other and inquire about the situation of the master, the head sect and others.
Chapter completed!