Chapter 82 Small Goals
"Sure enough, I was right to hold on."
Seeing the difference in strength, Han Li felt that his decision to stay in Lingjun City was too correct.
He is only at the pinnacle of the God Realm now, and he doesn't even have the combat power of the Dongxu Grandmaster. Going out and wandering is not a good thing. If he meets a Dongxu Grandmaster, he will run away. If he meets a top master like Lin Xiangru, or even a great master, he will probably die lifeless.
"Let's go to the Real Martial Realm first."
Han Li set a small goal for himself, and after decades or even hundreds of years of development, he should be able to run rampant in the dynasty by then, right?
At first, he was worried that Moxiu would come to Lingjun City to massacre the city, which would expose his strength. Now that Moxiu is dead, his crisis will be resolved.
As for the follow-up, whether it will lead to a higher level of battle, or even a war between the Yin Yang Dao and the Dagan Dynasty, that is not Han Li's concern.
Han Li heaved a sigh of relief, and decided to reward himself with a beautiful concubine.
On the other side, Lin Xiangru looked at the other masters who had arrived late, and sighed in his heart, this group of sixths.
He purposely accumulated momentum for so long, and walked dozens of steps, just to wait for other grandmasters to arrive, but these people were too late to arrive, so he could only make a move.
Even if he made a move, he still controlled his strength. He didn't kill the hooded man with a single sword strike.
Now is a critical period, Lin Xiangru doesn't want to cause trouble for Xijianchi, if he kills the master of Yin-Yang Dao with one sword, he will definitely be hated by Yin-Yang Dao.
Even if Yin Yang Dao won’t trouble him and Xijianchi for the time being, he will settle the matter when the wind blows. He doesn’t want to completely stand on the Dagan Dynasty’s boat, because this boat is not big and it is easy to capsize.
"Brother Lin is worthy of being the number one master in Leizhou, he killed a master of demons with one sword." Gongsun Yun, head teacher of Tianxuan Mountain, praised.
Zhen Buhuan, the head teacher of the True Yang Sect, also said with a smile: "Brother Lin's sword intent is as uniform as one, and he can step into the Vientiane Realm at any time. I'm really envious."
Gongsun Yun and Sun Buhuan glanced at each other, they were both secretly relieved, they didn't want to cause big trouble, now that Lin Xiangru has solved it, they don't mind bragging about it.
Both of them came late on purpose, and didn't show up until the battle was over, while the three commanders of Jing Yesi really just arrived.
Gongsun Yun, Sun Buhuan, and Lin Xiangru were in charge of searching from the south of Leizhou to the north, while the three commanders went from north to south. The meaning of this was naturally clear to the three leaders, but they had to follow suit.
"Brother Gongsun and Brother Sun are laughing. Lin is not strong enough, and a sword with all his strength can only seriously injure him. He is still far from the Vientiane Realm." Lin Xiangru said hastily.
He will not be flattered after a few words of praise, and he will definitely be led into the ditch by these two people, and he really cannot bear the responsibility of beheading the master of Yin-Yang Dao.
"Headmaster Lin has made great achievements this time, and the prince will never treat Xijianchi badly."
"Yes, Zhangjiao Lin, why should you be modest, your strength is obvious to all, and you are much stronger than us."
"When Zhangjiao Lin breaks through to the Vientiane Realm, I will have another great master."
At this moment, Ji Rufeng and the other three commanders spoke one after another, their tone much more relaxed, and finally they did not disappoint King Wu An.
Lin Xiangru's complexion darkened when he heard the words of the three commanders. This was because he was trying to drag him into the bandit ship of the Dagan Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiangru laughed, and was about to step back silently to show his attitude, when he found that Gongsun Yun and Sun Buhuan took a few steps back at the same time.
Lin Xiangru's complexion became even darker, he raised the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, and retreated behind the crowd.
The three commanders looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes. These old foxes are really not good at all.
"Yan Liulong, don't you disrespect the prince's order? What are you doing here?"
At this time, Ji Rufeng looked at the peerless beauty in a high-slit one-piece dress standing not far away, and shouted coldly.
"The demon cultivator who slaughtered the city is dead, and you can go back to do business with King Wu'an. Give him to me, and I can go back to do business."
Yan Liulong stretched his legs sideways, stretched out his snow-white slender hand, bent down from his calf to caress it, and said slowly.
"Are you dreaming?" Ji Rufeng sneered.
"How can you say it's a dream? If you're willing to have a fight with me, it's okay if you don't want this piece of trash."
Yan Liulong stretched his hot waist, showing a perfect S-shaped curve in the sun, and blew at Ji Rufeng, exhaling like blue.
"The witch!"
The other two masters shouted, showing undisguised killing intent towards Yan Liulong.
Acacia Sect is a cancer of the Dao of Yin and Yang placed in the Dagan Dynasty. They have long wanted to pull it out, but they have no chance to do it, and they are worried that the Dao of Yin and Yang will make use of it.
How vicious is Yan Liulong's intention?
If she sleeps with her, even the master will be sucked dry by this witch, and his cultivation will be wiped out.
Gongsun Yun, Sun Buhuan, and Lin Xiangru, the three great sect headmasters watched this scene silently, without any intention of interfering, and secretly transmitted their voices to eat melons.
They are not afraid of the Hehuan Sect, but they are far from being able to fight against the Yinyang Dao and Dagan Dynasty, so they will never side with any side before deciding to stand in line.
"Tsk tsk, this old lady Yan Liulong is really a peerless beauty." Sun Buhuan secretly transmitted the voice.
"Brother Sun, if you are hooked up by the old witch, you will be useless in one night with your small body, and brother Lin will be able to control this kind of witch." Gongsun Yun said with a smile.
"Brother Gongsun thinks too highly of me. Yan Liulong, a demon girl, has cultivated the yin and yang Dao of a bone girl. This is a heaven-level mid-level profound skill. How can I stop her from picking up?"
Lin Xiangru categorically denied that although Yan Liulong was a peerless beauty, in his eyes, he was just a pink skull, far inferior to a pot of wine with a sword on his back.
Yan Liulong's eyes swept over the three of them, and the three of them immediately stopped the secret voice transmission, not wanting to offend the old witch.
"I have to take him back. If you dare, go ahead."
Yan Liulong strode his long legs, approaching the hooded man, and said charmingly.
The man in the hood didn't say a word the whole time, and he was relieved to hear this. Lin Xiangru didn't kill him, so he knew there was hope for him to survive.
The two commanders of Qingzhou and Huozhou, Jing Yesi, were full of murderous intent. They wanted to make a move, but Ji Rufeng stopped them.
Yang Tianxiong, the head of the Jingye Division, told him that the first task this time is to kill the monster who slaughtered the city, and try not to make things big and affect the prince's plan.
It is not worthwhile to break the current situation by making a large-scale invasion of the Yin-Yang Dao for the sake of a demon master, and it will also affect the overall situation of King Wu'an. They cannot bear this responsibility.
Gongsun Yun, Lin Xiangru and other three head teachers looked at Yan Liulong's leaving figure, and they all sighed secretly, which strengthened a certain idea in their hearts.
"Farewell."
After the three head teachers said something, their figures disappeared, and they returned to their sects.
Ji Rufeng and the other three commanders of Jing Yesi felt aggrieved, looked at each other, sighed, and rushed back to work after cleaning the battlefield.
Dingyuan Mansion, on a 100-meter hill.
A Gang Yuan Realm master of the Dincang Sect passed by and stopped here to rest, planning to restore the Gang Yuan, and then went to the county town 40 miles ahead to secretly preach.
Before he could take a few more breaths, a terrifying suction force descended, and the figure of the great monk disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
(end of this chapter)