The protagonist is speechless [Rebirth]

Yang Yuxin bent the corner of her mouth, and raised her hand to brush Lin Huimo's somewhat messy hair behind her ears. Her voice was deliberately lowered with a tingling hoarseness, "Go back and open two jars of mortal drunkenness. I'll give you the right as a reward."

"Really?" Lin Huimo's eyes lit up, as if he saw a little wolf dog with a fleshy bone. If he had a tail, he would have flicked it desperately.

The smile on Yang Yuxin's lips deepened, "Really."

Lin Huimo suddenly felt refreshed.

"Brother Lin!"

Lin Huimo followed the sound and saw Miss Yue in a black dress striding towards this side.The two-meter-long chop-horse-knife was slung across her back, and in her arms was the male cultivator who had been captured and then abandoned.The male cultivator was still in a coma, and being hugged by Miss Yue's neck and knees in her arms, he didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

To be honest, although Miss Yue is a girl, she is heroic and looks more like a man.

"Miss Yue." Lin Huimo smiled and cupped his hands.

Miss Yue, the only girl Yue, the elder brother of the master of Tiandaomen, nodded with a smile, and said, "Brother Lin, thank you for your righteous action, otherwise my senior brother would be in danger."

Lin Huimo looked at the male cultivator lying in Lang Yue's arms, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a bit hot.The corner of Lin Huimo's mouth twitched, and he said, "Brother Ling, is everything alright?"

"It's okay." Lang Yue laughed, and with force on her hands, she shook the heavy male cultivator in her arms, "The demon should not be able to do anything to the senior brother, so he turned around and asked the doctor at the door to take a look and put the medicine on." , is still a strong man!"

Lin Huimo: "..." He really didn't want to sympathize with this brother, really.

Lang Yue glanced curiously at Yang Yuxin who was behind Lin Huimo, and said, "This is your friend? He looks pretty good." Lang Yue's temperament was straightforward, not at all as shy as her daughter's family, and very straightforward Then said, "It's just a little thinner."

Yang Yuxin: "..." Just looking at the thickness and strength of his arms, he is indeed thinner than the girl in front of him.However, when it comes to real hands, the flesh and bones of the Nascent Soul cultivator is a natural magic weapon, and its defensive power is no less than that of low-grade spiritual weapons.

Wiping his face, Lin Huimo deftly ignored those Lang Yue's feelings of choking to death, turned slightly, and said, "This is my brother, Yang Xin."

Yang Yuxin: Seeing that this girl is so rough and unrestrained, she doesn't have the slightest sense of embarrassment at all.

Nodding his head, he said slowly, "I've seen Miss Yue."

It was a greeting.

Lang Yue nodded and said, "Well, I've seen you too."

Lin Huimo and Yang Yuxin: "..."

Lang Yue blinked and tried to make amends, "I mean, I have seen you, brother Yang."

Yang Yuxin: "...I understand."

A little awkwardly, an old man with messy red hair came over and squeezed into the crowd.That pair of copper bell-like eyes stared at Lin Huimo piercingly, and Lin Huimo shuddered subconsciously as he subconsciously took a step back.

This step just made Lin Huimo crash into Yang Yuxin's arms.

Yang Yuxin raised her hand and put it on Lin Huimo's waist.

This is full of possessiveness, but it's a pity that neither Lang Feng nor Lang Yue, even Lin Huimo himself, was aware of this.

Lang Feng rubbed his palms together, first he gave Lin Huimo a hey smile, needless to say how hurtful his eyes were, and said, "Oh, this little brother..."

Lang Yue reminded from behind: "Second Uncle, his name is Lin Huimo."

"Brother Xiaolin." Lang Feng changed his name very quickly, completely unaware of how strange it was that both he and his niece called Lin Huimo brother.Lang Feng looked at Lin Huimo very eagerly, and asked directly, "Do you have a teacher?"

In the realm of comprehension, it is actually very impolite to ask the master so straightforwardly.But looking at Lang Yue's way of speaking, it was clear that they had no other thoughts, but their brains were not very good at turning.

Lin Huimo felt uncomfortable being looked at by the old man with such earnest eyes. He scratched his chin and said, "No..."

Lang Feng's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh with his palm like a cattail leaf fan, and praised loudly: "Heaven is a genius, little brother, I don't know if you are willing to enter my sky..."

Before he finished speaking, Lang Feng's expression froze suddenly, his mouth opened and closed, and he didn't say another word for a while.After a while, he only looked at Lin Huimo with extremely sad eyes, and Lin Huimo touched his face in a daze, thinking that he had some terminal illness.

Otherwise, why would the old man have a sad and sighing expression on his face.

"Second uncle?" Lang Yue looked at Lang Feng in confusion.What's the matter, this is, why don't you continue talking?Brother Lin is such a good swordsman, it would be a pity to miss it, so hurry up and pull him into the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Lang Feng wiped his face, and looked at Lin Huimo deeply, deeply, as if he was looking at a big baby who was just missing him, and the sadness in his heart almost flowed like a river.

Lang Feng shook his head with difficulty, then opened the old man's storage bag with a swipe, and pulled the spirit stone inside.

This day, the corpse old man has been famous for many years, coupled with his extraordinary means, he has killed many Golden Core monks, and his family background is not unreasonable.It's just that refining the puppet consumes a lot of energy, and the spirit stones on hand can't be saved at all.Now that Daoxiao is dead and his property has been taken over by others, when he opened the storage bag to take a look, it turned out to be utterly shabby.

Except for some messy things that people would not dare to use indiscriminately, the full amount of spirit stones is 13 yuan, ten middle-grade spirit stones, three low-grade spirit stones, and not even one top-grade spirit stone.

Lang Feng pulled out all the spirit stones, put them in a pile in Lin Huimo's hand, and said, "Take these." Before Lin Huimo could speak, Lang Feng said first, "If you hadn't helped me, that demonic monster would If you can’t say it, you just robbed my big apprentice, you deserve it.”

Blinking, Lin Huimo generously put the spirit stone into the storage bag, "Thank you."

Lang Feng took a look, oh, it's more to my liking.

Lang Feng looked at Lin Huimo reluctantly, with grief on his face.He held Lin Huimo's hand involuntarily, and enjoined Yin Yin: "Brother Lin, practicing a sword is like sailing against the current. Don't waste your good aptitude. You must practice hard."

The corners of Lin Huimo's mouth twitched, "Okay...the junior understands."

Lang Feng looked deeply at Lin Huimo: "You... well, I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the scabbard magic weapon flew in front of his eyes.Lang Feng dragged Lang Yue up, soared into the sky, and rushed out of Moling City in a blink of an eye. Lin Huimo, who was left behind, looked at the direction in which the two left inexplicably.

Yang Yuxin tightly held Lin Huimo's arm around his waist. Fortunately, he stopped him, and the old man almost abducted him to Tiandaomen.

………………

Walking against objects, across the world, this is the power only possessed by Golden Core cultivators.

It was obviously not the first time Lang Yue was taken to fly in the sky by her second uncle. Her expression was extremely calm, and she did not forget to open the small wind barrier to protect her senior brother tightly.

Then, Lang Yue looked at Lang Feng with some puzzlement, and said, "Second Uncle, why didn't you invite Brother Lin to join the Tiandao Sect just now? It's a pity that such a good seedling doesn't come under the sect."

"You think the old man doesn't want to." Lang Feng was heartbroken when he mentioned this matter.

"That kid, despite his young age and low cultivation level, was able to realize the sword intent before and after foundation establishment. This level of comprehension is definitely top-notch in this big world of Tianjing. If it takes 200 years to cultivate, that kid will definitely have a nascent baby."

He covered his heart with a look of grief.

"Who doesn't want a good seedling."

Tiandaomen was also a famous sect at the beginning, although it is not as big as Tianhuamen Jiuyizong, it is still a force that cannot be ignored by the world.It's just that the successors of the descendants are unworthy, and none of them can inherit the essence of the saber technique of the ancestors. Up to now, the highest cultivation in the sect is a few old guys of the Jindan stage, and the sect has fallen all the way to the fifth rank.

The fifth-rank sect has limited spiritual resources, and there is not even a decent spiritual vein under the sect.If one can go one step further to reach the fourth rank, then the Daoist Huashen of the first-rank sect will come here to perform great fortune and inject a spiritual vein for the sect.

How to advance from the fifth-rank sect to the fourth-rank sect depends on whether anyone in the Tiandao sect can break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Therefore, whether the sect is strong or not depends on whether there are good seedlings.

There are three thousand disciples in Tiandaomen, with varying aptitudes.However, there are tens of thousands of disciples in the big sect, and good seedlings are born one after another.Every time a disciple is recruited, it can cause a shock in the world, and those good seedlings who are beyond their reach from the Heavenly Sword Sect gather together and squeeze into the Dazong Sect.Even if you can't enter the inner door, you are willing to stay in the outer door.

Mentioning these things, Lang Feng was envious and jealous.

Filled with grief, I have to explain to my eldest niece, lest my eldest niece accidentally get into trouble with a big shot.Lang Feng grimaced, and said: "That little baby has already been booked by a senior, the old man is not his opponent, there is no way to snatch that kid back to Tiandaomen."

"Senior? The one who helped us?" Lang Yue was stunned.

"Alas..." Lang Feng sighed a long time, "I think that when we dealt with that demonic monster, that senior was watching from the sidelines, intending to train that little doll."

It's just that the reason is clear, but his heart still hurts.

Such a good knife practice seedling, so good! !