C47

After Gongsun Waner left, Lin Jian had planned to continue cultivating.

However, a servant of the Lin Clan hurried over and handed over a letter to Lin Jian.

The servant stammered for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

"…"

Lin Jian looked at the finger, and suddenly went silent, a cold killing intent spread out from his face.

There was a ring on that finger.

That ring was once his. Later on, on Xiao Sanzi's birthday, Lin Jian gave the ring to the little errand boy as a birthday present. Since that day, he had not seen Xiao Sanzi take it off.

Lin Jian took a deep breath, his face tensed up as he opened up the letter.

If he wanted to keep this little good-for-nothing alive, then he would have to come to this ruined temple.

Remember, come alone.

In the Lin Clan, there would be people keeping an eye on you. If they disobeyed you, you should be clear about the consequences.

Ah, there's not enough blood left. Let's just talk about it.

When Lin Jian finished reading, he put down the letter and clenched his fists tightly. The last sentence, was undoubtedly a provocation.

He took a deep breath and said, "Lin Chen, you're courting death!"

After he finished speaking, Lin Jian suddenly stood up and left the manor.

Nan Shan was the most prosperous place near the Greencloud City a hundred years ago. At the same time, it was also the symbol of the rise of a dark age.

At that time, the northern regions of the Wasteland were occupied by the Ghost Cultivators. They called the Southern Mountain the Yinshan and called it a Sacred Ground, making it a great place to be at that time. However, not long after, they were attacked by the Northern Army sent by the Wu Dynasty, and the entire Demonic Cultivator of Shadow Mountain was destroyed.

In that period of time, although the Ghost Cultivators was dead, the grievances and grievances did not dissipate. The entire Yinshan was barren, and no one was alive, but after a Zen master heard of the news and came here, he changed the Yinshan into a South Mountain temple. Like this, over a hundred years had passed. Reverend Nanshan Temple had passed away in meditation, and the temple had also declined. Now, it had become a dilapidated temple.

"You're here."

In the distance, under the broken wall of the temple, Lin Chen raised his head and looked at Lin Jian arrogantly.

"Where's Xiao Sanzi?!"

Lin Jian asked coldly.

"..." Heh, he's still alive, but I reckon that won't be the case for long. "

Just then, a figure walked out of the temple, holding the unconscious Xiao Sanzi, he said coldly: "Because, he is about to die with you!"

"Yang Fan!"

Lin Jian's gaze turned serious as he said, "Sure enough, you were the one who did this. No wonder Lin Chen had the guts to do so."

"Since you know, you still dare to come over. It seems that you are truly unafraid of death."

Xiao Sanzi was grasped in his hands like a skinny monkey, pitiful. Hearing Lin Jian's words, he blurrily opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but his chapped lips didn't let out a sound. When Lin Jian looked carefully, he realized that Xiao Sanzi's tongue was actually cut off, and just as he opened his mouth, blood was flowing out.

"Mmm!" Wuu! "Sob, sob …"

Xiao Sanzi saw Lin Jian's face clearly and immediately struggled violently. His tears flowed as he rinsed his mouth, as if he was telling him to leave quickly.

Lin Jian clenched his fists tightly, and a voice came out from between his teeth: "Let him go!"

"Do you think there's any way to bargain with me?"

"..." "Hu!"

Lin Jian clenched his teeth, exhaled deeply, and calmed himself down. He said: "Since you didn't kill him, then we still have room for negotiation. Tell me, what do you want? No matter what request it is, you can ask for it, we can discuss it, but you must let Xiao Sanzi go! "

Hearing that, Yang Fan did not reply him immediately, but laughed out loud.

Suddenly, he tightened his grip on Xiao Sanzi's neck, only to hear a 'kacha' sound of bones cracking. Xiao Sanzi's head immediately dropped down powerlessly, his forehead close to his chest.

Lin Jian's pupils constricted as his livid eyes widened, "... "How dare you!"

"Humph!"

Yang Fan gave a cold snort, and said: "Why would I not dare! How dare you, a mere clay man from a small place, negotiate with me? Are you even worthy? Do you know why I never killed him? They were waiting for you to come over and kill your dog in front of you! What do I want? Of course I want to see you in pain and powerlessness!

Who are you? Who am I?

Do you think I hate you because of the things you took from me?

Pui!

Do you know my background? Do you know who my father is? Even though abomasum fructus are rare, since I was young, I have also eaten a lot. Do you really think I care? You think that if you compensate me with all these things, everything will end here? How could there be such a good thing! What you have offended is my dignity. I must use my life to accompany you! "

"…"

He raised his head, and looked at Yang Fan with a gaze that did not contain a trace of warmth, as if he was looking at a corpse and not a living person. At this moment, the killing intent in his heart was extremely strong, no matter how high Yang Fan's cultivation was, or how strong his background was, he would definitely die!

Not only him, but Lin Chen who was on the other side as well.

"Xiao Sanzi was placed in the Shuntian Escort Office by me and was with others. If you kidnap him, then what about the others?"

Lin Jian asked expressionlessly.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Fan laughed, pointed to the mountain and said: "What Shuntian Escort Office are you talking about, it is said to be opened by your backer Nan Dingtian's friend? That person knows his place much better than you. In order to send his son into the Profound Spirit Sect, he would do anything. As for the people by this little trash's side … "I don't remember anything else, but there was someone who claimed to be your cousin …"

While speaking, Yang Fan's expression became playful, but suddenly he spoke in a righteous tone, "Don't look at me with such a gaze, I am not interested in those broken flowers and ruined trees, but the little girl she brought, hehehehe …"

Lin Jian did not dare believe it, and his body began to tremble.

"Unfortunately, that little girl's body was too weak. After playing for a while, she stopped breathing. Otherwise, I could have enjoyed myself a bit more …"

Yang Fan laughed coldly, and Lin Chen flattered him: "Senior Brother Yang Fan wants it, there are still many Shuntian Escort Office left, you can go over and pick them at any time.

"..." You all deserve to die! "

Lin Jian released a low roar, and at the moment, all his words were meaningless. He circulated the cultivation technique in his body frantically, and the Dragon Yuan Power released a loud buzzing sound, after which, a dazzling cold light flashed on the Cold Ice Sword after the blade was unsheathed. It was filled with a terrifying killing intent, attracting one's attention, and locking onto Yang Fan and Yue Yang from afar.