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"Sure enough, it's you! Lin Lang!"

Seeing Lin Lang under the bloody mask, Shi Chen smiled and hugged Lin Lang with excitement on his face.

He thought he would never see Lin Lang again in this life, and thought that the separation was forever, but he never expected that he would be able to see his old friend again here.

"I'm telling you, you kid won't die!" Zhang Tianyuan was also excited when he saw Lin Lang. When they met at Wumai Peak, they fought for the spiritual source together and awakened the five meridians of Yin and Yang. Even though he had never met Lin Lang, Despite his true appearance, Lang Lang already regarded Lin Lang as his brother.

Especially when the Miluo Sect was besieged that day, Lin Lang could have not come, he could have left, but he walked out and lured the Fire Clan away for the Miluo Sect.

Zhang Tianyuan admired all this.

"Crash!"

Just when Lin Lang was about to say something, everyone in front of him knelt down with a crash.

Lin Lang was stunned.

"What are you..."

Seeing that even Zhang Tianyuan and Shi Chen were kneeling down at this time, Lin Lang didn't know what to say.

"You are the benefactor of our Mi Luo Sect. If it weren't for you, how could the Mi Luo Sect survive? Please accept this bow with peace of mind!" Ding Yichuan on the side said slowly.

Then Zhang Yuantian and others in front of them slowly bowed down.

"I didn't do anything, I just did what I should do!" Lin Lang frowned. He didn't need people from the Miluo Sect to kneel to him. He also had selfish motives for saving the Miluo Sect, just to help his master. He There is no sense of belonging to the Tantric Sect.

"I know you did this for Elder Zhou, but everything you did has really helped the Miluo Sect. You are the benefactor of the Miluo Sect. We can't protect you. This worship doesn't matter!"

Ding Yichuan said, took a step back, then cupped his fists and bowed.

Lin Lang felt complicated as he looked at Ding Yichuan and accepted the bow.

"Okay, everyone, let's disperse!"

Ding Yichuan watched everyone stand up, then waved his hand and said.

"Come with me to meet Master!"

Ding Yichuan looked at Lin Lang, and Lin Lang was stunned.

Master?

Lin Lang thought of the old man in the martial arts pavilion and nodded immediately.

"I didn't expect that Master is still alive and wants to see you!" Ding Yichuan led the way and said slowly.

Lin Lang remembered that Ding Yichuan seemed to be stunned just now. It was obviously his master who had transmitted the message to him.

I just don’t know what Master is going to say to him!

"It's right in front!"

Ding Yichuan took Lin Lang to a stone cave.

Lin Lang stopped and looked at this somewhat desolate cave with a lot of grass around it. If he were in the Mi Luo Sect, how could a master uncle be here.

"You go in!"

Ding Yichuan turned to look at Lin Lang, and then reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, if anything happens, you can call me!"

Lin Lang glanced at Ding Yichuan with some doubts. This was not the first time he had met Ancestor Mo. Moreover, when Old Ancestor Mo helped him last time, everyone in the Miluo Sect knew that it was because of this time. Zong's changes made Patriarch Mo's temper even weirder?

Although Lin Lang was confused, he did not ask, but nodded and said: "Okay!"

With that said, Lin Lang walked directly towards the cave in front of him.

Looking at Lin Lang's back, Ding Yichuan's expression became a little strange.

Lin Lang entered the cave, and for some reason he felt a cold aura coming from it.

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"Senior, I'm here!"

Lin Lang looked at the somewhat dim cave that stretched out. A cold breeze came and blew over his face. For some reason, the hair on his back suddenly stood up.

Lin Lang instinctively dodged to the side, and then he felt a breath whistling past his ears.

puff!

Then there was a muffled sound behind him.

Lin Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked deeper.

At this moment, an old hand continued to expand in his eyes and grabbed it directly.

Lin Lang stepped forward and took a few steps back. The withered palm looked like a dry branch, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Lin Lang frowned and grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist. Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping, he pulled out the sword with a clang.

The bright sword light went straight towards the grasped palm.

The moment the withered palm grabbed Lin Lang's collar, he had to retract it and retreat the moment the sword light struck.

"What do you mean, if it weren't for you, the Tantra Sect would be like this?"

The owner of the withered palm took a step forward, and Lin Lang could see clearly who this person was.

"Zhang Yuanwu!"

Lin Lang took a step back, his expression a little ugly. Now he understood why Ding Yichuan said that.

This person was not Patriarch Mo, but Zhang Tieling’s father, Zhang Yuanwu.

However, Zhang Yuanwu, who was originally middle-aged, seemed to be dozens of years older.

"You still know me! Boy, are you ready to die now?" Zhang Yuanwu's eyes flashed coldly, his aura gradually became stronger, and he pressed towards Lin Lang with powerful pressure.

"If it weren't for you, how could my son be expelled from the Tantra Sect, and how could he not live or die?"

"Now that you appear in front of me again, you know what will happen!"

Zhang Yuanwu's expression gradually turned ferocious.

"Your son has entered Beitian Camp and became a teacher there. His life is much better than yours!"

Lin Lang took a step back and walked out of the cave.

He didn't understand why Ding Yichuan asked him to meet Zhang Yuantian.

Do you want him to die here?

"Oh, this traitor actually became a teacher in the Beitian Camp?" Zhang Yuanwu said oh, and didn't seem to have much reaction, but Lin Lang keenly felt that the atmosphere around him became solemn.

"Yes, you want to kill me? I helped the Miluo Sect and lured the Fire Clan away. Where is your son? He recognized the thief as his father and became the lackey of the Bei family, but you want to kill me? Is this the ancestor of the Miluo Sect?"

Lin Lang took a few steps back, the long sword in his hand shining brightly. Although he knew he was no match for Zhang Yuanwu, he was never a person who waited to be killed. He just always wondered why Ding Yichuan brought him here. Didn't he know that he and Zhang Yuanwu’s hatred?

"What a good boy, what a sharp mouth, but do you think I will let you go after these few words you said? I will naturally teach him a lesson, but you will die too!"

Zhang Yuanwu shouted angrily, took a step forward, and a powerful aura locked onto Lin Lang.

"Wu Yuan Zhang!"

Zhang Yuanwu's eyes flashed with fire, and his palms swept out like cattail leaf fans, heading straight for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang's eyes were filled with indifference at this time. Under his extreme pulse, everything was in front of him, or maybe he was watching it all like an outsider.

The wind from his palm hit his face.

Lin Lang slashed out with the sword in his hand.