The third city of Fengyun, the once prosperous avenue, has become empty and deserted at this time. Most people have already smelled the wind and left the city one after another.
When a white light suddenly appeared on the coast of Fengyun Third City, many people looked at the white light in horror.
The Wind God carried Yan Yin and it took less than half a day to cross the Skeleton from a distance from a distance, and it took a long time to reach the distance to Fengyun Third City.
Sitting on Feng Shen's back, Yan Yin glanced around his eyes and found that many people were looking at him with shocked eyes.
Suddenly, Yan Yin's eyes lit up.
He found a familiar person among the crowd.
"Old senior, have the Lieutenant General arrived at Fengyun Third City?" Yan Yin jumped off Fengshen's back and came to an old man.
The old man was the one who took Yan Yin and Lin Qing'er to the Skeleton.
"You, you... you are back!" the old man stuttered, "Thenon... that white horse, it... how can it walk on the sea? It... why is it so similar to the sea holy beast! However, the rumored sea holy beast does not seem to be so big!"
Yan Yin said, "It is indeed a sea holy beast. Fang has helped it so he sent me back. By the way, I wonder if there is anything wrong in the third city right now? Has the Lieutenant General come?"
Speaking of this, the old man slapped his forehead and didn't bother to peek at Feng Shen with a surprised gaze.
"Brother Fang, the situation is not good at the moment. As far as you are Miss Lin's friend, I advise you not to enter the city now." The old man sighed. "In the early morning, the Lieutenant General's army arrived outside the third city. People who came out of the city before said that the Lieutenant General and the City Lord Lin were confronting in front of the City Lord's Mansion. If the situation is not good, the Third City of Fengyun probably has to be rebuilt."
Then, he told the story of what he knew in the third city one by one, and finally said, "This time, the Lieutenant General not only brought the army, but also heard that he also tamed the Ziyuan Qilin, which is equivalent to a Martial King! Lord Lin... It seems that the Qi Color is not very good, I heard that he is injured, alas."
Yan Yin was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be late to come back. Not only did the lieutenant general arrive, but he was confronting Lin Qing'er's father at this moment. Lin Qing'er's father seemed to have not recovered from his injuries, and the situation was very bad.
Fortunately, he was careful and thought about his plan on his way back.
"It seems that the second plan is to be implemented, but I don't know if it works." After thinking about it secretly, Yan Yin said to the old man, "Senior, I have important things to do. I will discuss with you in detail in the future!"
"Sheng of Wind!" After saying that, Yan Yin shouted softly.
The four hooves of the Wind God gently kicked on the sea and quietly floated to Yan Yin.
"Moo..." Feng Shen turned his head to Yan Yin, and looked at Yan Yin quietly with bright eyes.
Yan Yin jumped on Feng Shen's back, whispered quietly in Feng Shen's ear, and then said, "Feng Shen, this is the last favor I'll do. This is about the life and death of my friend's father, please!"
"Moo!" Feng Shen shouted lightly and nodded slowly. The horse's body was about two feet long and had an extremely beautiful silver-white horse mane.
"Swish!" Feng Shen's figure flashed and disappeared.
In front of the city lord's mansion, Lin Changqing held the long whip of flower shadows given to him by Lin Qing'er, and the breath began to surge.
The Lieutenant General also looked cold, and the long sword in his hand kept trembling. A breath that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament was fluctuating in his body, and the Ziyuan Qilin under his feet was also constantly roaring.
At this critical moment, a very loud cry came from afar.
Everyone was surprised and their eyes were involuntarily looking at the source of the sound.
A very handsome silver-white horse stood quietly in the air. At the moment, there was a figure.
"Is this?" The Lieutenant General raised his eyebrows, and before he could react, the horse turned into a stream of light and entered the city lord's mansion.
Just when Lin Changqing was surprised, another white light flashed out from the city lord's mansion. The horse he had seen before appeared in front of the city lord's mansion.
"Moo!" The silver-white horse was the God of Wind. It called out a light sound, and then a light blue flame-like light appeared in the four hooves. The horse's body, about two feet, suddenly surged out an extremely terrifying momentum, like a flood, instantly submerged the surroundings.
Lin Changqing and Lieutenant General looked at each other, and while being shocked and alert to each other, they also quietly guarded against Feng Shen.
"The Wind God must not be rude." At this time, a figure with his back facing away from everyone appeared from above the city lord's mansion. "On the door, the one who controls the Ziyuan Qilin, is it the Lieutenant General?"
The lieutenant general frowned, looked at the figure standing quietly in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "It's Zhong, I wonder who you are?"
In Lin Qing'er's hut, Yan Yin stood in the air above Qinxiang Pavilion, his true energy surged, controlling his body and voice, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to know who I am. I am here this time and I have something to discuss with Lord Lin. Lord Lin, I am waiting for your arrival in your courtyard!"
After saying that, Yan Yin's figure disappeared into the air, and his voice came from the city lord's mansion, "Wind God, you are waiting at the door."
"Moo..." Feng Shen raised his head and shouted lightly, then looked at the Ziyuan Qilin who was roaring and looking at him. His figure flashed, and a pair of horse hooves stepped hard on the Ziyuan Qilin's head.
The wind god suddenly attacked, and before everyone could react, the wind god had returned to the original place again, and its four hooves also put away the light blue flame light.
On the other hand, the Ziyuan Qilin, two huge holes appeared on its hideous and terrifying head, and purple-black blood kept flowing.
"Roar..." Ziyuan Qilin let out a ferocious roar, with a little horror in his eyes.
The lieutenant general jumped and looked at Feng Shen in horror, and the long sword in his hand kept trembling.
"Moo..." Feng Shen shouted lightly, looking at the Lieutenant General with bright eyes, and the horse's hooves gently digging on the ground.
The corners of his eyes trembled, and the lieutenant general pondered to himself, "This horse is weird, and he acts very quickly, and he hurts the Ziyuan Qilin with one blow. Seeing the Ziyuan Qilin like this, he seemed very afraid of this silver-white strange horse. And the person standing quietly in the air did not look like a cultivator, it seemed..." A hint of horror appeared in his eyes.
On the other side, Lin Changqing was also very shocked. However, while being shocked, his heart felt a little relieved. Although he didn't know where the silver-white strange horse came from, the figure from above the city lord's mansion seemed to be intentionally helping him. Moreover, just like the lieutenant general guessed, he whispered two words: Martial Saint!
Unlike the two, Lin Qing'er was happy. Although Yan Yin's voice had been controlled by his true energy and his figure turned his back to everyone, she could still hear it and see it. When she secretly analyzed why Yan Yin did this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Aotian standing beside him with a pale face, and suddenly remembered what happened to Yan Yin and Lin Aotian when he was traveling to the city. After a moment of thinking, she knew Yan Yin's thoughts.
I secretly rejoiced that Yan Yin came back alive, and also lamented about Yan Yin's intelligence.
However, she knew that this was a critical moment, and no matter how excited she was in her heart, she had a cold expression on her face.
"Haha..." At this moment, the Lieutenant General laughed loudly and said, "Since Lord Lin has a master waiting in the mansion, Zhong will not disturb him." After that, he drove Ziyuan Qilin to turn and leave.
Because, he heard Lin Changqing's whisper.
"The Martial Saint, it is actually the Martial Saint! How could a Martial Saint appear in Lin Changqing's mansion?" The Lieutenant General frowned and thought to himself. However, he still fought quietly on Ziyuan Qilin's back without any hesitation and headed out of the city.
His followers also put away their gazes of surprise looking at Feng Shen, and hurriedly turned around and left with the Lieutenant General.
At the entrance of the city lord's mansion, Lin Changqing glanced at Feng Shen, then looked at the lieutenant general's team slowly heading out of the city, frowned and pondering.
"Dad, come with Qing'er." Seeing the lieutenant general leaving, Lin Qing'er hurriedly took Lin Changqing's hand and headed towards the city lord's mansion.
Lin Qing'er's hut.
Lin Changqing followed Lin Qing'er to the place where she lived in a while. When he saw a figure standing quietly in the Qinxiang Pavilion, his eyes twitched.
With just one glance, he could see clearly the cultivation of the people in the pavilion.
"A general, he is actually a general!" Lin Changqing suddenly felt very surprised.
"Little idiot!" Lin Qing'er ran to the pavilion happily, with a hint of moistness at the corners of her eyes.
Turning back, Yan Yin opened his arms, took Lin Qing'er into his arms, and said softly, "Qing'er, you're worried."
Lin Qing'er hugged Yan Yin tightly and said with tears in her eyes, "It's fine if you're okay, it's fine if you're okay."
"Umma cough..." A cough sounded behind Lin Qing'er.
Thinking of his father still here, Lin Qing'er hurriedly let go of the hand holding Yan Yin, stood aside with blushing cheeks, and said, "Dad, he is Fang Yin, Qing'er's... Qing'er's friend."
Yan Yin looked at Lin Changqing and bowed and said, "Lord Lin"
Lin Changqing looked at Yan Yin and said, "You helped me just now?"
"Yeah," Yan Yin nodded and said, "I learned about the situation at the beach before. I knew that City Lord Lin's injury had not healed, so I came up with this strategy, hoping to buy time for my seniors."
Lin Changqing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Fight for time?"
"That's right!" Yan Yin said in a deep voice, "Lord Lin, the remnant soul of the dragon, I'm bringing it back!"
"What!" Lin Changqing looked at Yan Yin in horror and said, "The Remnant Soul of the Dragon!"
Yan Yin nodded, then slowly expressed some of his own experiences, and finally said, "That's how Fang Yin can rush back from overseas."
He did not say anything about Dragon Egg, but only mentioned the origin of Feng Shen.
"I didn't expect that the dragon's soul on the remains of the dragon was so righteous. I just agreed to your request because I didn't want to become a wisp of evil dragon soul. What's even more amazing is that you can actually have a sea holy beast Xi. When I first looked at it, I didn't think of this. When I recalled, although the silver-white strange horse outside the door was much bigger, it did look like the one recorded in the book, and there was something like the sea holy beast Xi." Lin Changqing sighed and looked at Yan Yin, saying, "It can be seen that you are really good. Not only are you kind to others, but you are also extremely friendly to the beast. If you hadn't helped Shan Kui, you wouldn't have the chance to meet the dragon's remains, and there wouldn't be any future."
After a pause, Lin Changqing said, "Nephew Fang, you don't have to call me Lord Lin. From now on, just call me Uncle Lin!"
"Yes, Uncle Lin" Yan Yin nodded and said, "The God of Wind is not my mount. It's just that I have helped it, so I can repay me with kindness. Uncle Lin, it's a long night and dreams. I will give you the remnant soul of the dragon now so that you can recover first. This will be safer."
Lin Changqing nodded, looked at Yan Yin, and said in a deep voice, "My dear nephew is very kind, Lin is very grateful."
"Haha" Yan Yin smiled slightly and said, "You are Qing'er's father, it's time to help you."
As he said that, Yan Yin whispered and then shouted softly. In his dantian, the remains of the dragon wandering around the dragon egg suddenly shook, and a black mist in the shape of a dragon floated out from it.
"Uncle Lin, this is the remnant soul of the dragon." Yan Yin looked at the dragon-shaped black fog that was constantly swimming in his hands and said in a deep voice.
Nodded, Lin Changqing waved his hand, and the dragon-shaped black fog in Yan Yin's hand disappeared, and then Lin Changqing's figure disappeared into the pavilion. "My nephew Fang is so kind, Lin will always remember it!"
"Dad!" Lin Qing'er shouted hurriedly.
Yan Yin pressed Lin Qing'er's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Qing'er, your father must have gone to recover from his injuries, don't worry."