I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

After Lin Jin left, Lin Meng came out of the alley and joined Zhuo Lin and others.

Zhuo Lin, who couldn't wait to see Lin Meng for a long time, leaned forward and asked closely:

"My master is mysterious, what did he tell you?"

Lin Meng shook his head helplessly.

"Some bad news, nothing more."

Seeing that Lin Meng couldn't say anything, Zhuo Lin curled his lips unwillingly, and then patted Lin Meng's shoulder in good faith.

"Don't worry about the bad news, if you have trouble, just ask me for help."

Lin Meng gave a bitter smile, jokingly: "You are not my opponent. There is a trouble that makes me feel difficult. How can you help?"

Zhuolin was immediately anxious, but he couldn't speak to argue. He and Lin Meng had discussed with Lin Meng several times along the way. The fact that he was defeated was an indisputable fact, and it was really hard to refute.

"Huh! You are only a few years older than me. Don't be so proud. When I reach your age, I will definitely be better than you."

Zhuo Lin snorted and turned his head away.

Lin Meng smiled helplessly. It was this kind of rhetoric that he heard all the way. Every time Zhuo Lin failed in a battle, he would use this rhetoric as an excuse, fearing it would take a lifetime.

Lin Meng had no intention of arguing with Zhuo Lin, so he took the three of them around in the Thousand Stars Palace, and by the way, also instructed the three of them to pay attention to some of the clothing, signs, and flags of the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains.

Nowadays, the day when the Jianghu Hundred Wenban will be held is coming soon. Almost all the sect families on the rivers and lakes have come to complete them, and you can see them in this temple of thousand stars.

There was an explanation from Zhuo Lin's trio. Lin Meng went around like this and saw many famous sect family and monk geniuses.

Although the palace complex of the Thousand Star Palace is integrated with the street surface, it is made of brass alloy, but it is not completely covered. There are still some places deliberately left with omissions, and underneath are the mud mountains of the low mountain. Used to plant trees.

As a result, the entire Thousand Star Palace was not all the color of lifeless brass, but with some unobvious green vitality.

Scattered on both sides of the street, there are trees hanging in the palace courtyard.

Lin Meng and the others wandered around in this Thousand Star Palace for an hour and still hadn't finished one-third of the Thousand Star Palace, and they didn't find any trace of the Five Sacred Sword Sect.

On the low mountain where the Thousand Star Palace is located, it would not be too big to consider the normal range of divine consciousness scanning, but it would not be small if it were to be considered by the naked eye.

Even if the cultivators of Lin Meng's generation can see astonishingly far away, they should pay attention to every place within the scope of their eyesight to avoid omissions, which greatly slows down the speed of searching.

In Lin Meng's view, finding the palace where the Sword Sect of the Five Sacred Mountains settled within the palace complex of the Thousand Stars Palace, and finding the Sword Sect of the Five Sacred Mountains among the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of monks was like finding a needle in a haystack.

After half an hour turned around, Lin Meng and others did not find the slightest trace of the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains, but they encountered an interesting incident.

On a street in the Hall of Thousand Stars, two teams of monks who participated in the meeting had a dispute. Among them, one team in white clothes was in the upper hand, and the other team in green robes was surrounding the other team. live.

"Look at your costumes and markings, aren't they from the Ancient Linzong? It's a sect in Nanzhou. Haven't you heard of the name of our Congyun Temple? Even dare to block our way!"

A young monk in white clothes is questioning the Gu Linzong person with a light smile.

Everyone in the ancient forest sect dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and one of the old men who led the team closed his eyes slightly, watching his nose and his heart, without saying a word.

But among Gu Linzong's people, there was a young man who couldn't help but confronted the white-clothed young man, arguing with an angry face:

"Does this Thousand Star Palace belong to your family! Why should we all come to the conference? We will avoid you when we walk on the street and give way to Cong Yun Palace!"

The temper of a young man, gratitude must be thanked, grudges must be avenged, and happy in the world, how can he bear such a provocation!

Just when the young man of Gu Linzong was in his early years, the old man who led the team who didn't say a word suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull the young man back, and whispered:

"That's the third son of Congyun Hall's Deputy Hall Master! Chu Yun, don't be rash!"

The young man in white also recognized Gu Linzong's early youth, raised his eyebrows and smiled disdainfully, and said strangely:

"Yeah! This is Song Yunchu, the young genius of Gu Linzong! It's quite famous in a small area on your side, but it's not enough for the entire Nanzhou or even the entire world."

"I think you were spoiled by Gu Linzong. You can't live without the temperament of your little genius, the little genius, the angel from your small place to this jianghu hundred-wen list conference."

"Don’t think that you belong to you in a place like this. You have to know that there are more talented people in the world than you, Song Yunchu, and more powerful sects than your ancient Linzong family. Some people or forces are not you or the ancient Linzong. Provoked!"

The young man's words made the young man even more angry, and he broke away from the old man's wrist with a flick of his arm, stepped forward and pointed at the young man and said:

"I think it’s you who made the little genius little son of a temper! No matter which family you are, the third son of the third son, even if you are the third son of the Lord Luo of the Palace of Thousand Stars, you have to abide by the rules. Why let us walk? I have to let you all!"

"Chu Yun!"

The old man who led the Gu Linzong team was anxious, and shouted loudly with hatred of iron and steel, but the young man turned a deaf ear.

The white-clothed young man was a few years older than the young man, and he was half a head taller. At this time, he was not upset when he heard the young man's words. Instead, he sneered slightly and bent over, almost touching his face to the young man's nose.

"You are really wrong. There are more than rules in this river and lake. The rules are the ones with big fists. I have masters in the Congyun Temple, do you have them in the Ancient Forest Sect? Don't say I am just the deputy hall of Congyun Temple. The Lord's Third Young Master, if it is really the Third Young Master of Senior Luo of the Lord of the Thousand Stars Palace, you guys from Gu Lin Sect will see you, not to mention kneeling and kneeling, you have to nod and bow your waist!"

"you!"

The young man was speechless, his hands clenched his fists tightly, as if there was a big disagreement, he would fight hard.

Bullying others with power is not only common among the public, but even more common in the arena.

Lin Meng came to this Thousand Star Palace all the way, saw this kind of thing dozens of times, didn't have the time and didn't bother to care about such trivial things, every time he met, he watched it for fun, and sighed that the world is getting worse this time. No exception.

The word "person" seems simple but it is complicated and extraordinary. As long as it is a person, no matter it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, even the highest saint cannot escape the word. The walk of the villain among ordinary people also exists among cultivators. It is even more common.

When the atmosphere on both sides was tense, a small stone was thrown straight from behind the white-clothed young man on the back of his head, and he staggered.

"Damn it! Who is it! Come out for me!"

The young man in white covered his head and suddenly turned his head and shouted grimly. It didn't matter if he smashed it, but if he couldn't punish the murderer, he would lose his face.