Museum of Deadly Beasts

Shi Yuandao obviously didn't want to explain more.

The more he explains this kind of thing, the more he can't explain it clearly. He has advanced martial arts cultivation and is willing to sell his personal feelings. As long as the other party doesn't pursue it, he is willing to help the other party.

Lin Jin said with a smile: "master should be a martial arts master. I don't know what the realm is?"

Shiyuan said with a smile: "Shimou lived in vain for 120 years. He had already entered the realm of wusheng 30 years ago."

He was proud of it.

There are many people practicing martial arts in this world, but none of them can reach the level of martial arts sage, so shiyuandao naturally has his proud capital.

A man's life span is limited. A hundred years old is a handicap. Shiyuandao not only lives beyond the age of one hundred, but also cultivates a martial saint. In a word, he has reached the limit of human power, as is the so-called hundred year old martial saint.

"How? My apprentice is really going astray. Shi will certainly be strict with him and will not let him go down the mountain in the future. As long as Mr. Lin is willing to let him go, Shi will owe Mr. Lin a favor. If Mr. Lin is in trouble in the future, Shi will try his best to help him. "

I have to say that this condition is really attractive.

The hundred year old martial saint has a very strong method. Lin Jin has read some classics, which say that if the hundred year old martial Saint makes a move, even if there are animal pets within thirty feet, few people can resist the attack of the martial saint.

Moreover, the martial saint's internal skill is strong and can suppress the beast pet for a short time, which is enough for the opponent to kill the blood contract monk.

To some extent, a hundred year old martial saint is an existence that no one wants to provoke.

That is to say, the other party said that he wanted Lin Jin to raise his hand and discuss again, but in fact, there was a threat in it, which Lin Jin naturally heard.

Lin Jin took a look at the noble son. Although the latter didn't dare to act rashly, he could see that there was a kind of resentment in his eyes. In other words, the other party was still thinking about how to take revenge and how to deal with himself.

So this kind of person, absolutely can't let go.

Naturally, shiyuandao was not interested in his trade.

"Small fire, kill!" Lin Jin almost immediately made a decision. The little fire over there got the order and immediately rushed forward. When you saw it, you cried out: "master, help me!"

Shiyuan Dao saw this, and his eyes flashed anger.

He has already said that, but the other party still refuses to let go. This is not to pay attention to him, a hundred year old martial saint. In this way, he doesn't need to be polite.

In a word, no one can move his apprentice today.

Since he was a child, he has grown up as a son. Killing his apprentice is just like killing his son. How can he give up.

"Don't stop it At this moment, Yang Pu's voice was just like that of ordinary people, but he didn't know how to roar.

At this moment, it seems that no one is his opponent, and no one can stop him.

Shiyuandao is very clever. He didn't save his apprentice Guizi. Because he was afraid of the fire wolf, he chose to attack Linjin.

He obviously knew how to deal with the blood contract friar. As long as he suppressed the blood contract friar, the other side's beast pet would not be afraid. Shi Yuandao had lived so long, and he had fought with the blood contract friar too many times in the past, so he knew how to deal with it.

He was faster. At this distance, he asked himself that no blood contract monk could resist his attack, even the best blood contract master in the world.

As a hundred year old martial saint, he naturally has the corresponding self-confidence.

But the problem is that Lin Jing is not an ordinary blood contract monk.

Shiyuandao's speed is really fast, and Lin Jin is really hard to resist. Even if he uses a silver needle directly, he can't hit the other side, even if he uses dragon fire.

Besides, it's too late.

Lin Jin has only one shot. If he doesn't suppress the opponent, the terrible hundred year old martial saint will reach him.

This is definitely a problem.

Of course, even then, Lin Jin still has the means to deal with it. For example, with the art of nebulization, he can instantly distance the other party, or directly open the door to the living room, and use that force to push back the other party.

It's just that Lin Jin doesn't think it's necessary.

Because there are other, simpler, more direct ways.

"Tie the fairy rope!"

As soon as Lin Jin's sleeve was raised, a golden light flew out, far faster than Shiyuan Dao. The latter's reaction was also very fast. When he saw something bad, he immediately dodged, but that golden light seemed to have spirit. Even if he dodged, he could immediately turn around and chase him.

Finally, the golden light wrapped around Shiyuan Dao and tied the hundred year old martial Saint firmly.

Shiyuan Dao was terrified. He struggled with all his strength. His body was full of Qi. It was like a surging flame. At any moment, he had the power of dragon and elephant.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Looking at it again, the golden light had turned into a rope. It seemed ordinary, but Shiyuan knew that it was a real magic weapon."This, this is the magic weapon?" Shiyuan road exclaimed at the moment.

Look at his face, it's really shocking.

"The hundred year old martial Saint really has some insight." Lin Jin said, which sounds like praise, but in fact it is sarcastic.

Shiyuan naturally heard that, but he didn't care. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Lin Jin: "Mr. Lin, you have a magic weapon. Are you a descendant of the immortal family?"

In his voice, he was already frightened.

Lin didn't answer. He didn't have to explain anything to shiyuandao.

At this time, there came a scream from your son over there.

Looking at Xiaohuo, he had already hit the noble son with one claw. The latter immediately burned all over, and now he screamed in horror in the fire. However, Xiaohuo's fire was so domineering that the other party only had time to shout and fell to the ground and died.

The flame continued to burn, and it was estimated that it would soon burn into a charred corpse.

Lin Jing doesn't like to kill, but sometimes the situation forces him to do so. It's just like Chu Peng and this noble young man before. They calculate themselves first.

If you don't kill them, they'll kill you.

In this case, what Lin can do is to return a tooth with an eye.

I can't care about cruelty or anything.

Looking at his beloved disciple's tragic death, Shiyuan Dao was deeply sad in his eyes. He sighed: "disciple, you have committed many evils these years. I have told you that you will die if you do more injustice. Even if you don't listen to me, Shifu can't protect you today. In the next life, you must remember not to go astray again."

Although the words say so, but teacher yuan Dao eyes already have tears fall, can see, he is very sad.

Lin Jing was afraid of this hundred year old martial saint.

Now in this situation, if he killed his beloved apprentice, he would not be willing to give up.

For the moment, Lin has to deal with the other party, but he has to be able to make his own mind tied.

So at this moment, Lin Jing's heart moved to kill again.

This teacher can't stay.

At the moment, Shi Yuandao sighed and seemed to know that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

"Mr. Lin, if I had known you were a descendant of the immortal sect, I would have killed my apprentice first, but it's too late to say that now."