Liu San fiercely turned his head and gnashed his teeth as he said, "You really are a spy!"
Yang Sen's eyes revealed anger as he stared at Wang Lin and clenched his fists.
As for the dark-faced man, his pupils shrank. He could tell that the method Wang Lin used to take the brocade box was not that of an ordinary person.
The middle-aged scholar was also startled. He looked at Wang Lin with a complicated gaze and sighed.
"How dare you!" Song Xing's expression changed as he shouted.
Immediately after, he leaped up and quickly walked forward. His right hand formed a claw and grabbed at Wang Lin's head.
Song Xing's action immediately caused Liu San and the others to be confused. Liu San hesitated for a moment but did not stop him. As for Yang Sen and the others, they all took a few steps back and made way for Wang Lin's figure.
Wang Lin did not even raise his eyes. He opened the brocade box and saw a skinny ginseng lying horizontally inside. The ginseng's stem was extremely small, but its whiskers were abnormally fine. A piece of yellow paper was stuck on it, concealing the ginseng's Spiritual Qi.
At this moment, Song Xing had already approached. Just as he was about to wring Wang Lin's neck with a sinister smile, his body suddenly trembled. It was as if he was grabbed by an invisible hand. His body was thrown back heavily and he did not get up after falling on the ground for a long time.
The strange scene in front of them caused everyone to be stunned. Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper on the ginseng. After looking at it a few times, he sighed and said leisurely, "You see an old friend and you don't even want to come out to greet him?"
There was a rustling sound and from the forest not far away, the cold-looking youth slowly walked out. There seemed to be an invisible flow of air around his body. As he walked, the black-clothed people standing at the periphery were all pushed away by this force.
Apart from this, the three fireballs floating in the air also quickly returned to the youth's side and began to revolve around his body.
When the black-clothed people saw this youth, they all respectfully said, "Greetings, leader."
The grim-faced youth didn't even spare a glance at Song Xing, who was coughing up blood. Instead, he stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice, "It's impossible for the person I know to not have any changes in his appearance in ten years. Who are you?"
Wang Lin looked at the young man and didn't say anything. He took out a piece of yellow paper from his storage bag.
The stern young man looked at the yellow paper and his expression immediately changed. He carefully looked at Wang Lin and frowned. "What is this? I don't know. Friend, give me the ginseng, it is very useful to me."
Wang Lin was startled. He looked deeply at the other party and felt a bit suspicious. He scanned with his divine sense and immediately found something strange in the air. He sneered in his heart and threw the ginseng in his hand over, saying: "Forget it, Wang mistook me for someone else."
A complicated look flashed across the young man's eyes. He caught the ginseng and said solemnly, "Thank you. Farewell!"
With that, he turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the sky. The moment the cloud appeared, a strange wind blew, forcing the people of the Mighty Escort Company to retreat.
The dark cloud moved and quickly descended. The strange wind became even stronger. A white clothed middle aged man floated out of the dark cloud. He stepped on the strange wind and descended from the sky.
As soon as he appeared, one of the guards of the escort agency let out a miserable groan, and his body exploded into a mist of blood. At the same time, several other guards also exploded into a mist of blood.
The bloody mist moved strangely in the air and quickly condensed together to form a shining golden blood bead.
The middle aged man opened his mouth and immediately swallowed the blood bead. His face turned slightly red and he touched his mouth. His eyes flashed and he said, "Zhang Hu, since you've met someone you know, why don't you recognize him?"
Zhang Hu's face twitched and he respectfully said, "Master, disciple doesn't know this person."
Wang Lin's expression was normal. He scanned the middle aged man with his divine sense and was shocked. This middle aged man had reached the peak of the 15th layer of Qi Condensation.
The middle aged man faintly smiled and said to Wang Lin, "Fellow cultivator, do you know my disciple?"
Wang Lin calmly said, "So what if I do? So what if I don't?"
The middle aged man was startled. He carefully looked at Wang Lin and suddenly sneered, "There's no difference. You're only at the 8th layer of Qi Condensation. After drinking your blood, I should be able to increase my cultivation by quite a bit."
Zhang Hu's expression changed. He quickly stood in front of the middle aged man and said, "Master, this person is my childhood friend. Please … please let him go."
The middle aged man's eyes flashed coldly and he said, "Scram. Go and collect the mortal blood essence for me. There's nothing for you to do here."
Just as Zhang Hu was about to speak, the middle aged man sneered and said a complex word. Zhang Hu's face suddenly turned pale. His body twitched and blood flowed out of his orifices. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and used the Gravity Technique. It turned into a large hand that grabbed the middle aged man. The middle aged man's expression changed. He coldly snorted and spat out a green light. The green light flashed and turned into a small sword that slashed at the large hand.
Wang Lin's Gravity Technique had been refined to the point of perfection. The hand immediately split into two. One grabbed Zhang Hu and the other grabbed the flying sword.
The small green sword immediately trembled and its light flickered.
The middle aged man's expression changed. He quickly took out a black scabbard from his bag of holding and threw it out without saying a word. His hands moved and shot out a few red lights.
The moment the scabbard appeared, the small green sword that was caught by the Gravity Technique trembled and instantly disappeared. When it reappeared, it had escaped from the large hand and quickly fused with the scabbard.
Wang Lin's expression remained the same, but his heart was shaken. This was the first time the Gravity Technique had failed. His eyes flashed coldly and he slapped his bag of holding. Suddenly, several black wooden strips flew out. The moment these strips appeared, they connected with each other to form a whip that flew out like lightning.
"Wang Lin, there's something strange about this flying sword!" Situ Nan's voice sounded in Wang Lin's ear.
The moment the flying sword entered the scabbard, it immediately let out a buzzing sound as if it had encountered a great resistance. After sinking down one-fifth of the way, it couldn't go any further. Suddenly, the flying sword's color changed from green to blue. It flew out from the scabbard and slashed at the whip.
This whip was something that Wang Lin had obtained from Sun Dazhu. During his closed door training, he had studied it and, under Situ Nan's guidance, refined it into his own.
Although Sun Dazhu's cultivation level wasn't high, he was still an elder of the Heng Yue Auction, so he had a lot of things in his bag of holding.
Wang Lin suddenly controlled the whip to turn around. It jumped over the flying sword and went straight for the middle aged man.
The middle aged man sneered and didn't care about the whip. He held the flying sword with one hand and muttered something. The flying sword trembled and disappeared again. It appeared in front of the middle aged man and slashed down.
The middle aged man laughed and spat out a golden bead of blood. The moment the bead appeared, it turned into golden threads and entered the flying sword.