So Lin Xuan is not worried at all about the other party doing stupid things like breaking his promise and getting rich.

Because if you do that, you are asking for trouble.

The other elders in the distracted stage dare not say anything, but the head of the Sword Lake Palace is very scheming and scheming. Lin Xuan is 100% sure that the other party will not play tricks on him.

I believe there will be a satisfactory result tomorrow.

Lin Xuan didn't go too far. He landed in a barren mountain about a few hundred miles away from Jianhu Palace. He didn't open a cave and just found a clean open space to meditate. Anyway, he would be there soon in one day.

It's past.

…

Lin Xuan's reaction was not mentioned for the time being, but he said that after he left, the elders of Jianhu Palace looked at each other with both fear and joy, wondering how this matter would end.

Gradually, everyone's eyes fell on the leader.

It seemed like she was waiting for him to make a decision, and she seemed to be waiting for him to explain. In short, the meaning contained in that look was extremely complicated.

The two supreme elders have died, and there is no trace of the Venerable Wanjian. Jianhu Palace has now been completely defeated. It is facing the biggest crisis since the founding of the sect. Everyone has no backbone and can only wait for the head brother to make a decision.

They believed that what they just said was just a delaying tactic, and that the head brother must have other plans and ideas.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Under the spotlight of everyone, the face of the immortal old man still showed no change at all, and Gujing Wubo spoke.

Then, without waiting for the other party to say anything, he flew forward with a spiritual light all over his body.

The Lake of the Spiritual Eye has dried up, but the area of ​​the Sword Lake Palace is vast, so naturally there are other places for discussion.

The other distracted elders had different expressions when they saw him, but their final move was to follow him silently.

Of course, the feeling in my heart was one of extreme anxiety and a bit of urgency. Is the senior brother sure of resolving the crisis?

Soon we came to a huge building, which was made of gray-black boulders.

Heavily armed disciples were patrolling nearby, but the expressions on their faces were full of anxiety.

Seeing the headmaster and the elders arriving here, they were obviously relieved and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

However, the monks didn't have the mood to pay attention to these low-level disciples. Without saying a word, they flew in one after another. While the soldiers were surprised, a bad premonition also spread in their hearts.

Although this building made of huge stones is crude, the area inside is extremely vast, and it is equipped with stone tables and chairs.

Naturally, the monks were not in a polite mood at this time, so they all sat down closer to each other.

Except for a few unlucky ghosts who died at the hands of Lin Xuan, some of the distracted monks in Jianhu Palace did not die. A rough count showed that there were still nearly a hundred people.

If he hadn't met the monster Lin Xuan, there were so many people in the distraction stage, and combined with the sword formation passed down by the sect, it would have been a battle with the ancestor of the Tribulation Stage.

However, no one has made such a plan now. Lin Xuan is really scared to death.

"Brother, your delaying strategy is good. What should we do now? Pack up and leave here as soon as possible?" As soon as they sat down, a short and fat elder spoke. Without further ado, there was really no extra time for them to delay.

Go down.

"A delaying tactic, who said I was using a delaying tactic?"

The unceremonious voice of the immortal old man reached his ears, which shocked the elders present. For a moment, they couldn't help but start to accuse.

"What, this is not a delaying strategy, senior brother, do you really want our sect to join the Yunyin Sect?"

"Is there any mistake? The little Yunyin Sect was only a third-rate sect a hundred years ago..."

"Brother, what are you thinking about? A man would rather die than be humiliated. Even if we can't defeat that little guy named Lin, we must not lose our prestige."

…

"alright."

Faced with everyone's accusations, the old man's expression remained calm. He shouted loudly. After everyone's voices gradually calmed down, he slowly spoke: "You are all talking nonsense. You want to touch an egg with a stone. Let's go. I

Let me ask you, have you left yet?"

"Let's not talk about how powerful the spiritual consciousness of the old monster in the Tribulation Period is. He can escape the monks but cannot escape the temple. Haven't you heard that if it were just a few of us, we would disperse and find a place to hide,

Little Lin may not be able to do anything to us. However, there are hundreds of thousands of disciples in our sect. How do you let these juniors go? Once you make Little Lin angry and start a killing spree, our sect will be really destroyed in your hands...

…”

The old man's stern voice reached their ears. In fact, not many people understood this truth, but their minds were far less thoughtful than the old man's, so they didn't think of it for a moment.

Upon hearing the old man's analysis, everyone's expressions darkened, and they had to admit that the leader was right. Running away would only plunge the sect into a situation that is beyond redemption.

For a moment, the huge stone palace fell silent.

After a while, someone finally spoke again, but the voice was a bit weak, at least not as confident as before:

"What senior brother said is correct, but even so, there is no need to choose to be attached to the Yunyin Sect. Our sect has indeed been completely defeated. However, the small Yunyin Sect cannot eat us in one bite. The worst is to stay with us.

They have some crystal treasures, why should they be their subordinates."

…

As soon as this was said, there was an outpouring of approval.

Although the Yunyin Sect is now the twelfth behemoth in Wanxiao Immortal Palace, its rise has only taken a thousand years, while Jianhu Palace was the largest sect in the Dragon Realm as early as a million years ago.

The immortal cultivators of this sect naturally look down on the Yunyin Sect from the bottom of their hearts.

It's okay to bow your head and submit, but as a subsidiary sect of Yunyin Sect, they really can't let go of this face.

"Idiot, you don't understand how a man can bend and stretch, let alone the current situation. Even if that boy Lin is willing to let us go, I have to take the initiative to become an affiliated sect of Yunyin Sect." The old man said with a serious expression.

.

"Why?"

This unexpected answer made all the elders calm down. If the head brother said this, he must have some purpose. What is the reason?

For a moment, everyone couldn't think clearly and could only wait for the senior brother to reveal the answer.

Naturally, the old man with an immortal spirit has no intention of showing off: "Let me ask you, what is the current situation of our sect?"

"Of course it's extremely bad."

Everyone spoke in unison.

"Yes, the Ten Thousand Swords Map was taken away by Mr. Lin, the Lake of Spiritual Eyes dried up, the great elder disappeared, and the two uncles also died. It can be said that our sect has declined to the point where it cannot be further improved. If it were an ordinary sect, it would be nothing more.

Old guys like me can provide shelter for all the disciples, but our reputation and status are too great, and a big tree attracts wind. Under such circumstances, have you ever thought about what kind of crisis we will face?"
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