Chapter 76: The Bizarre Flying Sword

  Liu San suddenly turned his head and said through gritted teeth: "You are indeed a spy!"

  Yang Sen's eyes flashed with anger, staring at Wang Lin, clenching his fists. As for the black-faced big man, his eyes narrowed, and he saw that Wang Lin's move of taking the brocade box was not like an ordinary person.

  The middle-aged scholar was also taken aback and looked at Wang Lin with a complex expression, letting out a sigh.

  "How dare you!" Song Xing's face changed, and he shouted loudly. Immediately afterwards, his body jumped up, and he quickly stepped forward, with his right hand in a claw shape, grabbing towards Wang Lin's head.

  Song Xing's action suddenly made Liu San and others confused, Liu San hesitated for a moment and did not stop him. As for Yang Sen and others, they also retreated several steps, making way for Wang Lin's figure.

  Wang Lin didn't even raise his eyes, opened the brocade box and took a look, only to see a withered ginseng branch lying inside. The branch was extremely small, but its whiskers were exceptionally dense. A yellow paper was stuck on top of it, covering up the spiritual energy of the ginseng.

  At this time, Song Xing was already close by, his sinister smile just about to twist Wang Lin's neck, when suddenly he felt a tremor in his body, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and his body heavily flew backwards, slamming onto the ground for half a day before struggling to get up.

  The bizarre scene in front of everyone stunned them all. Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper on the ginseng, but looked at it for a few moments before sighing and saying calmly, "Seeing an old friend, don't you even come out to meet?"

  A rustling sound arose, and from the nearby thicket, the cold and stern young man slowly emerged. His body seemed to possess an invisible aura that pushed away the black-clad men standing at the periphery as he walked towards them. Meanwhile, the three fireballs floating in mid-air swiftly returned to the young man's side, revolving around his body.

  Those men in black clothes, as soon as they saw the young man, all respectfully said: "Greetings, Young Master."

  The cold and stern young man didn't even glance at Song Xing, who was spitting out fresh blood beside him, but instead stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice: "The person I know couldn't possibly not have changed his appearance in ten years. Who are you?"

  Wang Lin looked at the young man and didn't speak, pulling out a yellow paper from his storage bag.

  The cold and stern young man took a look at the yellow paper, his expression changed immediately. He looked at Wang Lin carefully for several times, furrowed his brow and said: "What is this? I don't recognize it. Friend, give me that ginseng, this thing has great use to me."

  Wang Lin was taken aback, gazing deeply at the other person with a few points of doubt rising from the bottom of his heart. His divine sense swept out and instantly discovered something amiss in mid-air. He coldly laughed to himself several times, tossing the ginseng in his hand over, saying: "Forget it, Wang certain has mistaken the person."

  The young man's eyes flashed with a complex expression, and he caught the ginseng, saying in a low voice: "Thanks, I'm leaving!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky. As soon as this cloud appeared, it rolled up a strange wind that blew the crowd at the Weiwu Pawnshop back repeatedly.

  The dark cloud suddenly moved, rapidly descending, the strange wind grew even more violent, a middle-aged man wearing white clothes, floated out of the dark cloud, stepping on the strange wind, descended from the sky.

  As soon as he appeared, a guard from the escort agency let out a miserable cry and his body exploded with a loud bang, turning into a bloody mist. At the same time, several other guards also had their bodies explode one after another, turning into blood mists.

  These blood mists twisted and turned in mid-air, rapidly coalescing into a glittering golden blood bead.

  The middle-aged man sucked in his breath, and the blood bead was immediately swallowed by him. His face was slightly flushed, and he touched the corner of his mouth. A strange light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Zhang Hu, since we've met an acquaintance, why don't you dare to recognize me?"

  Zhang Hu's face twitched and he said respectfully: "Master, I don't know this person."

  Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, his divine sense swept across, and his heart was shocked. This middle-aged man had already reached the 15th layer of the Cong Qi period, achieving a state of great perfection.

  The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin: "Fellow Taoist, do you know this disciple of mine?"

  Wang Lin was calm and unhurried, saying lightly: "What's the difference whether we know each other or not?"

  The middle-aged man was taken aback, carefully sizing up Wang Lin for a few moments before suddenly sneering and saying: "There's no difference, you're only at the eighth layer of the Qi Condensation stage. Drinking your blood should allow me to increase my cultivation significantly."

  Zhang Hu's face changed, and he blocked the middle-aged man, saying quickly: "Master, this person is my childhood friend, please...please spare him."

  The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said in a gloomy tone, "Scram, go and collect all the mortal blood essence from below for me. There's nothing for you to do here."

  Just as Zhang Hu was about to speak, the middle-aged man sneered and uttered a complex and inexplicable word. Zhang Hu's face suddenly turned pale, his whole body convulsed, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and large beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead.

  Wang Lin's eyebrow twitched, and he used his Gravity Control technique to manipulate the air. A large hand made of air formed in front of him, reaching out to grab the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he let out a cold snort. He opened his mouth and spat out a green light, which flashed once before transforming into a small sword that slashed fiercely at the large hand.

  Wang Lin's gravitational technique had reached the level of a perfectly refined furnace fire, and in an instant, he split into two, one of which turned around to grab Zhang Hu, while the other grabbed onto the flying sword.

  The green sword trembled immediately, and the flashing light flickered on and off. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a black scabbard from his storage bag, threw it out without saying a word, and struck out several red lights with both hands.

  The scabbard emerged, and the green sword caught by the Gravity Spell shook violently. It suddenly disappeared and reappeared, already out of the grasp of the Gravity Spell's large hand, quickly merging with the scabbard.

  Wang Lin's face remained calm, but his heart was greatly shocked. This was the first time the Gravity Spell had failed. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he slapped his storage bag, and instantly several black wooden rods flew out. As soon as these rods appeared, they connected with each other, forming a whip-like snake that shot out like lightning.

  "Wang Lin, this flying sword is strange!" Shi Tu Nan's voice sounded in Wang Lin's ear.

  As soon as the flying sword entered the scabbard, it immediately emitted a humming sound, as if it had encountered great resistance. After sinking to one-fifth of its length, it could no longer enter. Suddenly, the color of the flying sword changed from green to blue, and with a fierce cry, it flew out of the scabbard and slashed at the whip-like snake that was rushing towards him.

  This whip snake was obtained by Wang Lin from Sun Da Zhu, and during the closed-door period, he studied it under the guidance of Si Tu Nan and refined it into his own treasure. Although Sun Da Zhu's cultivation was not high, after all, he was a senior fellow apprentice of Heng Yue Peak, and there were quite a few things in his storage bag.

  Wang Lin manipulated the whip snake to make a turn, dodging the flying sword's attack and charging straight at the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man sneered, not paying attention to the whip snake. With one hand, he flew his sword, muttering to himself. The flying sword trembled and disappeared again in a strange manner, reappearing instantly in front of the middle-aged man, striking down with one slash.

  The middle-aged man sneered and spat out a golden blood bead, which immediately turned into a thread of golden silk that drilled into the flying sword.