Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Pick up?

Why do the dignified disciples of the Zhatian Gang use the word "pick up"? !

If they open their mouths, who can't offer them with respectful hands?

Jun Lin noticed that Song Ci's expression seemed unkind and quickly made amends.

But he also made up for it, so why is the other person still looking like that?

Even more so than before.

The frown on the brow makes people feel inexplicably worried when they look at it.

"Ah……"

Suddenly, Song Ci chuckled.

This smile made Jun Lin's heart tremble, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

Did you guess it right? !

Everyone in Zhongshen Continent knows that the disciples of the Zhatian Gang are surly, casual, domineering, and moody. Especially Ye Qing'er, who has an even weirder temper.

Recently, I heard that Ye Qing'er is searching for resources for his ascension.

They appeared here, most likely to annex the resources of the Lin family.

Jun Lin originally planned to ask tentatively, but now he felt deeply regretful for what he just blurted out.

I've noticed the whereabouts of the Zhaotian Gang, so I won't be silenced, right?

He glanced at Song Ci cautiously and saw the corner of the latter's mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc that was imperceptible.

But just this arc was enough to make Jun Lin's heart rise to his throat.

His heart trembled, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his back felt chilly.

It's over, he must have been targeted!

This was his only thought at the moment.

Jun Lin suppressed the fear in his heart and forced out a stiff smile: "Ahem, two adults, I just asked casually, you don't need to mind, just pretend that I have never appeared, and when others ask me, I just say that I have never appeared before. I’ve never met you two, so I’ll say goodbye.”

After saying these words, he immediately turned around and started running wildly.

"stop!"

At this moment, Song Ci suddenly snorted coldly, and a ray of pure spiritual power instantly penetrated the void and trapped Jun Lin tightly.

Jun Lin felt his whole body stiffen violently, unable to mobilize the true energy in his body, and his whole body was like a fish on a chopping board, letting himself be slaughtered.

"Sir...please spare my life..." He begged for mercy with a mournful face.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your life."

"Whoo~"

Jun Lin let out a long sigh of relief and felt relieved. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"But since we have met, I will ask you a few questions." Song Ci said indifferently.

"Sir, please speak." Jun Lin wiped the tip of his nose and said cautiously.

Song Ci raised his hand, pointed at the cultivators from all walks of life who were flying to Yanzhou City like locusts, and asked: "Are they rushing into Yanzhou City to grab resources?"

"Yes, sir." Jun Lin nodded and explained, "A clan that has lasted from ancient times to the present is about to die, and the resources they possess are beyond imagination. Therefore, many monks will choose to take advantage of the situation."

The cultivation resources possessed by an ancient clan must have reached an appalling level.

If you can obtain those resources, you will definitely benefit a lot. Unfortunately, 99% of those resources will be divided up by some big families and big forces, and they, the disciples of small forces and casual cultivators, will not be able to get their hands on them.

However, as long as you can participate in this feast, there is a one-in-a-thousand chance of obtaining some precious resources.

Song Ci nodded and murmured thoughtfully, "What are the origins of those monks?"

"Most of them are casual cultivators or disciples of small sects in the Central China, and some of them come from aristocratic families. Their cultivation is generally weak, but the advantage is that they are larger in number." Jun Lin said eloquently.

Finally, he added: "But sir, you don't have to worry. These people may be a headache for others, but for you, no matter how many they come, they are all vulnerable."

"..." Song Ci remained silent.

His eyes passed over the dark crowd, and finally landed on the man standing alone in the sky in the distance.

Jun Lin followed his gaze and found that Song Ci was staring at Su Qianqiu.

So he quickly reminded him: "That person is Su Qianqiu from the Su clan. It is said that his strength has reached the late stage of the Mahayana realm."

"If you plan to go there, you need to be careful about the Su and Chu clansmen!"

Song Ci curled his lips and smiled, and said nonchalantly: "I didn't say I was going."

Oh.

Ok?

ah? ! !

Jun Lin was startled.

He just seemed to have heard words that he shouldn't have said from the mouths of the disciples of the Zhatian Gang.

This is wrong!

With the temperament of the Zhatian Gang, how could he not want those things? !

Is it possible to change gender?

"You don't want it?" Jun Lin said in surprise.

Song Ci also wanted it very much.

But he really couldn't afford it.

His strength is not enough to face two ancient clans at once.

Not to mention the two big families, the Su family alone is enough to crush him.

Unless senior sister can come forward...

Jun Lin's eyes swept over Song Ci for a long time, then suddenly turned to the other side and landed on Tang Shi, who said nothing.

Under the black cloak is a slender body, and the bronze mask blocks her face, revealing only a pair of deep black eyes.

He stood quietly, neither happy nor sad.

Her existence is like a stone tablet, standing quietly here, eternal and unchanging.

News about her suddenly appeared in his mind——

A disciple of the Zhaotian Gang, with extraordinary talents, strange strength, extremely bloodthirsty and brutal, and addicted to killing!

But...how could he see that this woman was so different from his impression?

The breath is as plain as water, without any aggression.

He rubbed his brows, shook off distracting thoughts, and looked at Song Ci again.

"You're already here, so there's no harm in going and taking a look."

He didn't wait for Song Ci's answer, but instead a voice as cold as the moon came from his side.

Jun Lin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look.

I saw the black-robed woman walking slowly towards the city with light steps.

"Okay, senior sister." Song Ci nodded in agreement and followed Tang Shi closely.

Although he was a little excited in his heart, his face remained calm and calm.

Jun Lin suddenly had an expression that I knew would be like this.

This performance almost made him think that the people from the Zhaotian Gang had changed their gender.

Jun Lin looked at the backs of the two men hesitantly, and then followed them step by step.

At this time, countless monks were pouring into Yanzhou City. There were densely packed figures on the streets, on the roofs, and in the air.

Everyone's eyes are filled with madness and greed, and they wish they could fly into the forest space and seize the most precious wealth!

But the people of the Su family are still there, and they cannot allow them to mess around, so everyone suppresses their eagerness to move and dare not take any action.

Su Qianqiu stood in the air with his hands behind his back, overlooking all living beings. His expression was as cold as frost, showing a majesty that overcame all things, making people shudder.

Quietly watching Lin Feng in front of him, he frantically absorbed the rioting spiritual energy around him into his body. His momentum was rising steadily, soaring into the sky. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of sinisterness in the depths of his eyes.

This is at the expense of one's own lifespan, to forcibly raise one's own cultivation level, and to explode into extraordinary combat power!

Even though the cost is high, judging from the current situation, it is worth it.

Lin Feng's mouth curved into a ferocious arc, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Scarlet light flashed in his pupils, and then a terrifying mental storm swept out.

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy rioted, raging like a passing hurricane. The monks within a hundred meters radius felt unbearable chest tightness, difficulty breathing, and almost suffocated to death.

Su Qianqiu frowned and waved his sleeves to brush away the oncoming mental storm, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

He said loudly: "Fellow Taoists from all walks of life have come from afar, and they must not want to return empty-handed. The person in front of me is already at the end of his weapon. Whoever can kill him will have your share of Lin's cultivation resources!"