Chapter 141 Youth Song 23
Facing Ling Xi's ridicule, Wu Xin was not angry, but just smiled faintly, looking at her with burning eyes, as if full of affection and love: "Hey, female donor, you are wronging me. I can't beat that group of people."

He is born with a good appearance and fair skin. Even though he is bald, he cannot hide his good looks. His temperament that is both good and evil makes him even more attractive.

But Ling Xi was not attracted by his good looks and sneered, "I don't know you yet. You just want to use them to go to the Great Brahma Sound Temple."

Dafanyin Temple?

The others looked at Wuxin. Wasn't this just a small Buddhist temple in Dian? It was not very famous among the Buddhist temples.

When Wu Chan heard this, he had some guesses in his mind and was quite moved by his junior brother's actions.

Wuchan said to Wuxin, "Brother, are you going to send Master back to his homeland?"

Wu Xin sighed slightly, "I really can't hide it from my senior brother."

The others understood that Wuxin wanted to send his master, Master Wangyou, back to his hometown.

Sikong Qianluo asked: "So, you took the initiative to enter this golden coffin?"

Wu Xin smiled and said, "Yes, someone sent me to the Great Brahma Sound Temple, so why not?"

"It's just that," he said with a troubled look, "so many things happened on this road, it really caught me off guard."

"Indeed," Ling Xi's lips curled slightly, his words full of sarcasm, "Who knew that the golden coffin would attract a fight from the entire martial arts world? The people in the martial arts world are really going downhill. For a monk with Rakshasa Hall martial arts, they started a war and made such a big fuss. I don't know how many people died along the way. The Great Awakening of the Jiulong Temple is really shameless."

"And those people in the underworld are so shameless that they forced Master Wangyou to become possessed by the devil. The world is really going downhill and people's hearts are no longer the same as before."

Ling Xi was very dissatisfied with the commotion caused by the Jiulong Temple along the way, so he spoke bluntly, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

They didn't dare to say anything excessive to Master Dajue.

But when they heard that Master Wangyou had become possessed by the devil, the shock they felt inside was earth-shattering.

But I didn't dare to ask in detail. For some things, it is better to be deaf and dumb.

Tang Lian stared at Wu Xin and Wu Chan with sharp eyes, frowned and said: "Why is the Demon Cult interested in your junior brother? Is it also because of this Luosha Hall secret technique?"

"Demon Sect? What Demon Sect?" Wu Chan shook his head in shock. "Although Junior Brother has the Rakshasa Hall martial arts, it is inevitable that the news will leak out, which will inevitably cause a lot of people in the martial arts world to fight for it, but I really don't know about the Demon Sect."

Tang Lian explained: "The person we met in San Gu City was the White-haired Immortal from Tianwai Tian. He seemed to want to bring your junior brother back to Tianwai Tian."

Wu Xin lowered his eyes to hide the waves in his eyes.

Xiao Se changed the subject: "Alright, knowing too much about the Demon Cult will not do you any good."

"He's right."

A man's voice was heard from the carriage.

Except for Ling Xi and Wu Xin, everyone else was shocked. They didn't even notice anyone appearing there.

Then this person's strength must be far beyond theirs.

This realization frightened them.

Tang Lian rushed out first, and when she saw the man outside the carriage, she said, "It's you again!"

The white-haired immortal stood on the carriage, the sword in his hand still unsheathed, and said, "Hand over the people, and I will spare your lives."

Tang Lian: "Don't even think about it." He flew onto the top of the carriage and started fighting with the White-haired Immortal.

Immediately afterwards, Lei Wujie, Wu Chan, Sikong Qianluo and Tiannvrui all flew up, and they fought against the White-haired Immortal together.

Ling Xi pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and ate it while listening to the fighting outside. He felt that the sound was really delicious.

Xiao Se moved closer to her and asked, "Aren't you going to help?"

Ling Xi shook his head: "If they don't go, they can just treat it as a training exercise. After all, the White-haired Immortal doesn't dare to do anything serious."

Tang Lian is the eldest disciple of Xueyue City and also a disciple of Tang Lianyue of the Tang Sect. If anything happens, Uncle Baili and Tang Lianyue will not let the White-haired Immortal go.

Qianluo is Uncle Sikong’s beloved daughter. If she is killed, Uncle Sikong, the daughter-slave, will not stop until he turns the entire Tianwaitian upside down.

Not to mention her silly brother Lei Wujie, who has connections everywhere.

So, there are people with backing behind him, and the White-haired Immortal is not a fool, so he would not take the initiative to cause trouble for himself.

"Besides," Ling Xi said with a relaxed expression, pointing at Wu Xin, "Don't we still have him? If necessary, we can take him out and threaten the White-haired Immortal. I don't believe he won't compromise."

"What about you?" Ling Xi stared into Xiao Se's eyes, "Why don't you take action?"

Xiao Se's expression remained unchanged, he leaned lazily against the carriage, "I'm too lazy to go out."

When approaching Xiao Se, Ling Xi felt that his hidden meridians had not been destroyed and his kung fu was still there. As for why he pretended to be so sick, Ling Xi didn't know.

After a while, the few people outside couldn't hold on any longer and were knocked to the ground by the White-haired Immortal.

Ling Xi touched the sword in his hand, then looked at Wu Xin with a smile.

Wuxin suddenly had a bad feeling.

The White-haired Immortal took a lot of effort to injure Tang Lian and the others. He was very angry, but he couldn't really kill them, otherwise the elders behind these people would probably get furious.

Just when he was about to look at the young master, he turned around and saw a woman holding a sword on the young master's neck. The sword was sharp and the white-haired fairy was sure that it was a good and sharp sword. With just a slight movement, it could cut the young master's neck.

The white-haired fairy's eyes trembled, and his heart was instantly lifted. He stared at Ling Xi fiercely and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Xiyan smiled and spoke in a very gentle tone: "Senior, I don't want to do anything, but I find it annoying that you keep following us, so please leave for a while. When the matter of this little monk is resolved, I will not only not keep him, but will personally send him to you. How about that?"

At this point, her face changed, and the sword in her hand moved forward a little more. "However, if the senior continues to follow us, I will not be very happy. If I am unhappy, this little monk will suffer."

Seeing that the sword was already close to the neck, only a millimeter away from cutting the skin, the White-haired Immortal was unwilling to let the young master get hurt, so he angrily took back the sword, turned around, and left in a rage.

Anyway, there is no rush now, and this man said that he would send the young master back to him, which he couldn't ask for more.

Seeing the White-haired Immortal leave, Ling Xi put away his sword.

Wu Xin twisted his neck and said to Ling Xi rather complainingly: "The female donor is really cruel. She is not afraid of accidentally hurting me."

Ling Xi said indifferently: "It's good that you won't die."

Ling Xi walked over and helped Qianluo and Tiannvrui up, then fed them medicine.

At this time, Wuxin grabbed Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, and using his lightness skills, the three of them flew away together.