Yin'er, Zhang Li's eighth-generation granddaughter, observes his journey with no surprises.

Moreover, the force is not outstanding, no matter from any aspect, this voice is a very ordinary girl.

But it was such a young girl who attracted the Holy One to obliterate her.

No matter what Zhuo Lang thought, he couldn't think of the motive of the saint's door to kill her.

"Lin Shuai, I'm very curious, why did the Saint's Gate kill her? No reason," Zhuo Lang asked after thinking about it.

"At first I also thought that this girl should have something special, or that she had been enmity with the Sage Gate."

"But it seems that in the past two days, she really hasn't reached the level of offending the Sage Gate, and I am also a little curious."

Lin Xiao slowly opened his eyes and said.

Indeed, as anyone, I am afraid that I really want to figure out why.

"Do you want to ask Zhenren Zhang?" Zhuo Lang said.

"No, after the accident, please ask, let me see what secrets this girl is hiding in her body."

"You can let the Saints give up killing me and kill this girl first."

Lin Xiao said slowly.

Zhuo Lang nodded, then silently drove to Li's house quietly.

...

at the same time.

Not long after Lin Xiao left, Wan Jin, the master of Wandaomen, had already returned.

At this time, Wanfeng took Yin'er and a group of Wandaomen disciples, respectfully waiting at the door.

Not long after, a Rolls-Royce drove slowly into the door of Ten Thousand Knifes, and a bloated, but imposing middle-aged man walked down from it.

The man wore a training shirt and looked good-looking, but the domineering sword aura made people feel the biting cold wind after three feet, and the cheeks of the person who blew it were aching.

I have to say that this man is quite capable.

After all, he dared to challenge Xu Hao at the beginning, although he was killed by a single move, but he survived. From this point, it is not difficult to judge that the strength is at least the level of a master.

Moreover, he has the essence of the sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen. At this stage, it may be able to fight against the powerhouse of the master level.

"Father, you are back" Wanfeng hurried forward when he saw the man getting off the car.

"Well, Feng'er, I'm not here for a few days, so you can practice the sword technique well."

"Although it is not very useful in modern society, the things of our ancestors can't be lost."

After Mark came, said.

"I practice for three hours every morning without interruption" Wanfeng finished, and then said again: "Father, who do you see is here."

"Yin'er has seen uncle" Yin'er saw the sharp-eyed Markham, and was really bluffed for a while, as if subconsciously believed that this man should be better than Lin Xiao's men.

"Yin'er?" Wan Jin stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't remember it.

"Father, have you forgotten? It is Zhang Yin'er from the Zhang family in Lingzhou, and his ancestor is Zhang Li Zhang from Kunlun Mountain," Wanfeng hurriedly introduced.

Upon hearing this, Wan Jin was stunned, and he was overjoyed. This is a well-known old **** who does not know who does Li in the entire northwestern region.

His face, even if the Northwest owl Mo Chongtian saw him, he would respectfully call Zhang Zhenren.

"It turned out to be Yin'er. I haven't seen him for so many years, and I've grown up so big. Come in and say," Wanjin said with a grin.

Although his Wandaomen is also well-known in the northwest region, he is steadily suppressed by Mo Chongtian, and he even pays high protection fees to Mo Chongtian every year.

If you can forge a fate with Zhang Zhenren on Kunlun Mountain, you will naturally have a lot of confidence when you see Mo Chongtian in the future.

Although Yin'er has a stubborn personality, she has no social experience. Seeing that Uncle Wan treats her so respectfully and flattered, she nodded and followed Wanjin into the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, Wanjin immediately ordered his servants to bring tea and water, so that he could entertain.

This undoubtedly made Yin'er more convinced that he had come to the right place. This tens of thousands of swords family had a great career, and compared with those of Lin Xiao, it was much safer.

"I heard that you followed Zhang Zhenren to Kunlun Mountain a few years ago. Why did you come back?" Wanjin asked.

"It's Uncle Wan, I'm in trouble. Originally, my master arranged for me to protect me, but I didn't like them, so I sneaked out."

"If Uncle Wan doesn't hate him, can you help me?"

Yin'er said straightforwardly.

When he heard this suddenly, Wanjin's face sank slightly, good fellow, this is an offense, and he ran here to take refuge?

After all, Markham is an old oil who has been in the world for so many years, how shrewd it is.

Immediately he said, "Who has offended? Mo Chongtian?"

"No" Yiner shook his head.

"It's not Mo Chongtian, that's Northwest Feng's family?" Wan Jin asked again.

But Yiner still shook his head.

Wan Jin continued to ask several more powerful forces than his Wandaomen, but Yin'er shook his head one by one.

"Hehe, since I said none of these, who are you offending?" Markham said.

Yin'er hesitated a little, he didn't know if he had said the Sage Gate, whether Wan Jin knew him, or if he was not afraid, would he drive her out.

If the Wandaomen can't beat the Saint's Gate, didn't she harm the Wandaomen by staying here?

So Yiner chose to tell the truth, saying: "It's the Sage Gate."

Suddenly when he heard the words "Sage Gate", Wan Jin frowned, and there was absolutely no information about this force in his impression.

After all, it's not surprising that Wanjin didn't know the Sage Gate, even the Death Scythe knew a little about the Sage Gate at first, not to mention his small Lingzhou Wanjia.

"Hehe, whether it's the Northwest Region or Yanhuang Country, even internationally, I know one or two of all famous forces. I have never heard of this sage gate."

"I think it's a third-rate force, Yin'er can rest assured, if this so-called sage gate dares to make trouble, uncle will use my nine-ring sword to send him on the road," Wan Jin smiled, and then touched it. The nine-ring broadsword on the knife holder.

Yin'er was slightly overjoyed. It seemed that Wanjin was not afraid of the Sage's Gate, and she would surely be sheltered here.

"Yin'er, thank you Uncle Wan for your help." Yin'er hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Well, you and Feng'er have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. How can Uncle Wan stand by while you are in trouble," Wan Jin said quite righteously.

At this moment, Wanfeng also smiled slightly. As long as the so-called Sage Gate came to make trouble, his father shot him away. This sound was not grateful to his Wanjia. By then, everything would be better.

at the same time.

On a secluded street only three kilometers away from Wandaomen, two figures suddenly appeared.

There was a man and a woman. Behind the woman, there was a young man with a blue face, like a corpse, which was extremely strange.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the two at an extremely fast speed. Dressed up, it was the disciple of the saint.

"The three saints, the four saints, the subordinates have already found out. This woman appeared at Li's house in Lingzhou yesterday."

"But in the morning I went to a martial arts gym called Wandaomen in Lingzhou, and it's in the museum now."

The disciple reports.

"It's easy to find it, and immediately lead the way. I'm still waiting to break Lin Xiao's head, but I don't want to waste time in this place," Gray raised his hand.

"Yes!"

The disciple nodded, and immediately went to the Wandaomen.