The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

"Master, something is wrong!"

"What are you panicking about?" Ling Yun frowned, his hands kept moving, and he calmly added a spirit grass to the alchemy furnace.But he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, Zhang Dong was getting more and more unreliable, and even broke in when he was refining alchemy.

"The disciples who practiced outside the door clashed with the people from Hongyin Temple."

"Oh, it's just a trivial matter." Ling Yun's expression remained the same, he made a gesture with both hands, and the blue flame was burning under the alchemy furnace, "Let your senior brother solve it."

Zhang Dong cupped his fists and replied, "At that time, the First Elder and Second Elder were nearby, and this matter has been resolved."

"The Great Elder has left the customs? I'll go see him." Ling Yun brows brows with joy, stops his movements, and doesn't even care about the top-quality elixir that is about to take shape in the elixir furnace.

The expression on Zhang Dong's face was a bit tangled, and he continued: "The head master Lin Yuan of Hongyin Temple is also here...he is fighting with the second elder again."

Ling Yun paused, then continued to walk forward, and said, "Go."

Wentian Jianmen is a new sect, but no one expected that in just 500 years, this sect rose rapidly and became one of the five sects in the vast sea world.

Outsiders are guessing whether there are any treasures in Wentianjianmen, so that they can develop so fast, and there are also monks with impure thoughts who spy on Wentianjianmen, but they all fail without exception.

Regarding this, Ling Yun, the head of the Wentian Sword Sect, sneered. There are no treasures, only because they all crawled out of the sea of ​​blood. In the beginning, the members of the Wentian Sword Sect all survived in the blood pool of the Demon Realm Human beings, although they have been tortured before, but after that calamity, their state of mind and patience are far beyond human comparison.

Of course, the rise of Wentian Jianmen would not be possible without the help of Great Elder Qin Mo, the corners of Ling Yun's lips curled up, thinking about it in a good mood.As for the second elder Lin Zizheng who provided various treasures, he completely ignored him.

When Ling Yun came to the place where the two sides were fighting, he saw a strange scene.Lin Zizheng and Lin Yuan were fighting in the center, and there was a transparent barrier around them. From the fluctuations, it can be seen that this barrier was set up by Qin Mo.

Outside the barrier, people from Wentianjianmen and Hongyin Temple were all watching, what's more, someone set up a betting game outside, betting whether Lin Yuansheng or Lin Zizheng would have the upper hand this time.Their faces were excited, and there was no sign of any dispute at all.

The corners of Ling Yun's mouth twitched, and he walked to Qin Mo's side.

Qin Mo nodded his head, his eyes were still on the two people in the barrier, and he said calmly: "They will end in about a quarter of an hour, you don't need to come here on purpose."

The tone was so normal, it was obvious that they were used to the situation where they fought each other as soon as they met.

Having known Qin Mo for 500 years, Ling Yun had already heard a little displeasure from Qin Mo's flat tone, and glanced at Lin Zizheng, who was full of fighting spirit in the field, Ling Yun mourned for him, and immediately gloated at his misfortune a second later stand up.The Great Elder is the public property of the sect, so you will be punished for occupying the Great Elder on a daily basis.

However, his face still maintains the majesty of the head of the school, with a smile on his mouth, so unpredictable that people can't guess his thoughts.

Inside the barrier, Lin Zizheng's hand holding the silver gun trembled, then glared fiercely at Lin Yuan on the opposite side, and said angrily, "Stay away from senior brother, he belongs to me."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room became even hotter. The disciples of Wentian Jianmen and Hongyin Temple blushed, and looked at Qin Mo with excited eyes, as expected there was gossip.

Qin Mo rubbed his fingers, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He made a decision in his heart. Let Lin Zizheng go back to his own cave tonight. After all, his stone bed is too small to accommodate two Big man.

Lin Yuan blinked his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a golden light behind him, he made a formula with both hands, and said in his mouth: "Fellow Daoist, maybe I misunderstood something. Fellow Daoist Qin Mo and I are just exchanging our cultivation experience."

When it came to the last two words, Lin Yuan's tone was slightly low, with a kind of vague ambiguity.At the same time, he turned the beads in his hand and mercilessly smashed them on Lin Zizheng's head.

Lin Zizheng was out of breath, and exerted force on his hands.

In recent years, like the rise of Wentian Jianmen, the bad relationship between Lin Zizheng and Lin Yuan is also an unsolved mystery in the vast sea world.In this regard, people in the vast sea world have different opinions.

For example, those sentimental female cultivators in Xianlemen, they think that there must be some unclear relationship between the two, or they love and kill each other, or they can't get what they want.

But those rough guys from the Sky Sword Sect believed that there must be some kind of deep blood feud between Lin Yuan and Lin Zizheng, either for killing their father or for taking their wife.

In short, no matter what they think, it is an indisputable fact that for hundreds of years, Lin Zizheng and Lin Yuan would argue as soon as they met.But what puzzled them was that although Wentian Jianmen had occasional minor conflicts with Hongyin Temple, the relationship between them had always been very good.

The fight on the field had come to an end. Lin Yuan and Lin Zizheng each took a step back, looked at each other for a moment, and had no choice but to give up. The two of them are essentially the same. After so many years, their strengths are very similar. There is no winner.

Dispersing the barrier, Lin Zizheng quickly walked up to Qin Mo, holding the long spear in his hand, and the evil spirit around him frightened away a group of timid female cultivators, and said in a tone of displeasure: "Brother, I will definitely win next time!" Passed by that stinky monk."

Qin Mo's thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a little sarcasm in his eyes: "Better than what, the number of women?"

Lin Yuan, who was walking behind Lin Zizheng, paused. He was shot while lying down. He has been a monk for many years, and he has not touched women for a long time. It is really a sin.

Hearing that Qin Mo's tone was not good, Lin Zizheng felt a little uneasy, and then he became happy. Eldest brother, are you...jealous?

Lin Zizheng took Qin Mo's hand, slid his index finger on his soft palm a few times, and said with a smile, "I didn't pay attention to the female cultivator who showed love yesterday, senior brother, don't be jealous." Once changed, I secretly thought it was bad.

Sure enough, Qin Mo shook off Lin Zizheng's hand, his face grew colder, he turned and jumped onto the flying sword, and said, "Xiao Hui has been alone for a long time, you can go and accompany it tonight."

Xiao Hui is a spirit dog that Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng picked up in the mountains and forests. It has only been cultivated in the foundation building stage, and has just developed spiritual intelligence, so it cannot be transformed into a human form.

With a bitter face, Lin Zizheng chased after Qin Mo.

Behind the two, Lin Yuan stared blankly at their backs, and suddenly sighed.

Ling Yun was a little puzzled, turned his head and asked, "Why is Sect Leader Lin sighing?"

Lin Yuan turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, the smile on his face had disappeared, his eyelids drooped, covering his sight, and said: "The most difficult thing in the world is to ask for it, the Lord Buddha sincerely does not deceive me."

Ling Yun's body trembled, and he looked at Lin Yuan with strange eyes. Could it be that Lin Yuan and Lin Zizheng were... falling in love and killing each other, as those female cultivators of Xianlemen said?

The author has something to say: This is a side story written at the request of the masses, O(∩_∩)O haha~