Late night, Kolya city, city wall.

Lin Ye stood here, breathing this strange air and feeling this strange cold night.

At this point, there is no need for him to rush to do anything anymore. He can just wait for Lou Fan to react.

The scouts have reported that Lou Fan's army was indeed found south of Maolin Kingdom. The strength of the army is unknown, but it should be no less than one hundred thousand.

If these 100,000 Loufan soldiers dare to come, Lin Ye will dare to fight with ease in this battle.

On the other side of the wind outlet, Dayu's 200,000-strong army was waiting for a fight on his side.

Just when Lin Ye was thinking about this, he suddenly became alert, then turned around and pointed out.

This finger was pointed on another finger. Their fingertips faced each other, but it was like two sword blades touching each other, and there was a faint clanking sound.

Lin Ye quickly retracted his hand as soon as he touched it, and the man also retracted his hand.

Lin Ye looked at the person who came and put his hands behind his back: "Sure enough, it's you."

That man was the middle-aged man next to Keya. After fighting with Lin Ye, he also put his hands behind his back, in the same posture as Lin Ye.

If you don't know the two of them, you will think they are very similar because of their almost synchronous movements.

In fact, both of them were shaking, and they didn't want the other person to see it.

The other hand held trembling fingers, both of which were in excruciating pain, but both of them could pretend and neither showed it.

"Good work."

The middle-aged man praised.

Lin Ye said: "To each other."

The middle-aged man said to himself, "Aren't we each other? Let's see how long you can last." Lin Ye was thinking the same thing as him, "Let's see if you really don't feel any pain or if you pretend you don't."

"Are you a descendant of the Wanxiang Sect?"

the middle-aged man asked.

Lin Ye nodded: "Yes."

The middle-aged man asked again: "Whose descendant are you?"

Lin Ye replied: "An... old man who knows how to use poison."

The middle-aged man's face changed obviously. His fingers were swollen and his face didn't change. He looked full of surprise.

Lin Ye asked: "Are you also from Wanxiang Sect?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Yes, and you are a disciple taught by the same person. The old man who knows how to use poison you mentioned is also my master. So, you are my little junior brother."

Lin Ye said: "No... Although it was Master Qian who taught me, I regard him as my master. Are you the missing junior uncle?"

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Ye carefully. After a long time, he asked: "Are you your mother-in-law's adopted son?"

Lin Ye asked: "How does uncle know? You have been in Maolin for many years, so you shouldn't know."

The middle-aged man said: "I only returned to Maolin after the death of senior brother Yanbei. I lived in Maolin for several years before. I rushed back because of senior brother's affairs, but it was still too late."

Lin Ye hummed, and the two of them remained silent.

After a while, the middle-aged man cupped his fists and said, "It seems that Master has passed on the position of sect leader to you. I should salute you."

Lin Ye also clasped his fists quickly: "Uncle Master is Uncle Master. Even though I am the master of the sect, I dare not and cannot accept the courtesy of Uncle Master."

The two people held fists and looked at each other like this. The middle-aged man looked at him, and he looked at the middle-aged man. After a while, the middle-aged man sighed: "You are swollen."

Lin Ye's two fingers were swollen like small sticks, and they looked really thick.

Lin Ye replied: "Uncle Master... each other."

The middle-aged man's two fingers were indeed as swollen as Lin Ye's.

The two people laughed at the same time. Although it was the first time they met, they immediately felt close to each other because they came from Wanxiang Gate together.

"correct."

The middle-aged man asked: "That person named Chen Weiwei is also a disciple of Wanxiang Sect?"

Lin Ye shook his head: "What happened to him...is a long story."

By the time he recounted Chen Weiwei's experience from meeting the bloody man from Chao Xin Sect in the martial arts school to obtaining the immortal magic skill, two moments had passed.

The middle-aged man listened quietly, and when he heard the end, he couldn't help but sigh.

His name is Mu Chengzhou, a close disciple of the master of the Wanxiang Sect, and is known as the most talented successor of the Wanxiang Sect.

Mr. Qian once said that if Mu Chengzhou can practice with concentration, his swordsmanship can reach the way of heaven.

However, Mu Chengzhou is a stubborn person. When he was at Wanxiang Sect, he swore not to practice killing skills.

But, when you reach that level of strength, what kind of moves are not killing skills?

After reaching the Wuyue Realm, the practitioner himself becomes a killing weapon.

He wanted to find a way to integrate spiritual practice with nature, so he left the Wanxiang Gate to travel around the world.

It is worth mentioning that Song Shisan's master was seriously injured by him back then.

"You have a strange inner energy."

Mu Chengzhou asked Lin Yedao: "Have you been injured?"

Lin Ye pointed to his Dantian Qihai: "This place is ruined."

Mu Chengzhou nodded, as if he was not surprised at all.

This kind of thing should be surprising. Even Ning Haitang, who had practiced in the two holy places of Shangyang Palace and Yuxinguan, was shocked when he heard that Lin Ye's Dantian had been destroyed.

"There is no fixed law in the world. If it is broken, it will be broken. If you don't cultivate your Dantian, it will be bad."

Mu Chengzhou said this calmly.

He looked at Lin Ye: "How old are you this year?"

Lin Ye replied: "Eighteen and a half years old."

Mu Chengzhou said: "It's almost the same as when I was eighteen and a half years old."

Lin Yewen: "Uncle, I have..."

He wanted to ask, little master uncle, you are so powerful at the age of eighteen and a half, so aren't you already in the process of cultivating the gods?

Mu Chengzhou shook his head and answered before he could ask: "No, I'm not as good as I was when I was eighteen and a half years old."

Lin Ye: "..."

Mu Chengzhou didn't think this was an irritating statement to Lin Ye, because what he said was true.

He said seriously: "My current strength is probably where I was when I was sixteen and a half years old."

Lin Ye was a little unbelievable. How could such a talented young master become worse and worse with practice?

This discordant principle has reached this state when he was sixteen years old. The foundation is so solid that it is impossible for his state to fall, unless he has not practiced at all in the past twenty years.

"I'm thinking about how to forget all the practice."

It seemed that he could see Lin Ye's doubts, so Mu Chengzhou explained. But after explaining this, he found that Lin Ye was even more confused.

"I just want to forget about practicing."

Mu Chengzhou repeated it again, and the confusion in Lin Ye's eyes gradually turned into concern...

"I'm not sick."

Mu Chengzhou understood Lin Ye's eyes, so he continued to explain.

Then Lin Ye's eyes changed again, and Mu Chengzhou frowned slightly: "I'm not a fool either."

After saying this, he suddenly glared at Lin Ye: "You are the idiot!"

Lin Ye: "..."

The subtle changes in emotion in Lin Ye's eyes were not missed by Mu Chengzhou at all.

At first, the confusion in Lin Ye's eyes was... Why is this? Then it turned into that there must be something wrong with the body? Then it turned into that it was just a stupid brain? Finally... then there was only one thing left

This is an option for idiots.

Mu Chengzhou turned around and looked outside the city, then put his hands behind his back.

Lin Ye subconsciously looked at the hand, which was still swollen.

"After I reached a certain level of cultivation, I found that among all the cultivation techniques in the world, there is no such thing as not killing."

Mu Chengzhou said: "After I left my master's school, I traveled around the world. When I came to this lush forest, I met an old man fishing."

"I happened to be tired from walking, so I sat down and watched him fishing. He caught one fish and let the other one go."

"I asked him why, and he said he just liked fishing, not that he wanted fish."

Speaking of this, Mu Chengzhou turned his head and looked at Lin Ye: "I just want to practice, not to practice killing, but even if I don't want to kill, at that level, I may still accidentally kill others."

Lin Ye said: "What does this have to do with people who like fishing but don't want fish?"
To be continued...