Everyone watching the battle looked at it, wanting to see how the battle was going, but unfortunately, when the smoke and dust disappeared, Wei Zhengxian was no longer there.

Only Yu Fengxian saw his back vaguely, but she was depressed and had no intention of paying attention to the stay and leaving of others.

"How could it be, how could it be?"

Yu Liang was reluctant to speak, but he still retreated silently, calling the eagle to chase his own general.

The goshawk spreads its wings and is extremely fast.

Not long after, Yu Liang saw Wei Zhengxian on the snow field and another old man in Taoist robe.

"Hmm? That Taoist is..."

Yu Liang looked at the man and felt shocked. He hurriedly urged the eagle to rise up, avoided the snow field, turned around, and flew toward him.

"Is this the descendant left by the goshawk back then?"

Looking at the goshawk flapping its wings away, Daoren Lin said with a little memory.

"Forty years, only two were left, and one was sent to the Longyuan Palace."

Wei Zheng stood up with his hands first.

Even if he took over the two punches of the Golden Armored Man, he was a little embarrassed, his breath and blood were a little unstable.

"You have taken over both styles of domineering fist. Your progress is amazing."

Daoren Lin looked at him.

"The prince is indeed unparalleled, but the supernatural powers are limited by the martial arts master's martial arts practice. If there is so much difference, it will be impossible to follow. Mr. Wei has been practicing for nothing over the years..."

"Besides, Brother Lin has ten times more talent than me. Twenty years ago, someone said that you have opened the door of the Martial Saint..."

Wei Zheng first exhaled turbid air gently, looked at the Taoist, with an exploration in his eyes:

"Where have you been in the past years?"

"Healing."

Daoren Lin was very calm.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I have been healing for nearly twenty years? Who has such a way to hurt you so much?"

The Taoist man in front of him was one of the few people in Qingzhou whom he valued. He was a little younger than himself, but his merits were not bad. Not only was he not bad, but he also had strange Taoist techniques and magical powers.

Even at this moment, I dare not look down on me.

For such a person, I am afraid that only those positions can hurt him in the world...

"There are only a few people in the world who can hurt me..."

Dao Ren Lin seemed to have a taboo, avoided talking, and said instead:

"You have known all my intentions, but I don't know what I mean?"

"Who is Wei? Others don't know, don't you know, why bother to say anything?"

Wei Zhengxian's eyes were dark and his tone was cold:

"On the contrary, you, knowing that you are useless, come to persuade me..."

Daoren Lin said lightly:

"Many years ago, I took the risk of going deep into a dangerous place where I suffered such a life-long injury. Including the more than ten years of healing, I went to Jiazi's lifespan..."

"Jiazi's life span?"

Wei Zhengxian's eyes were shocked.

People like them already know that they see the outside and see the outside. When they sit in meditation, they can sense the energy in the dark, and can also clearly grasp their life span and accurately reach the specific moment.

Judging from the current life span of Dao Ren Lin, I am afraid that...

"However, because of this, I can see that the country's destiny of the Ming Dynasty is about to collapse..."

Dao Ren Lin carried one hand on his back, and the Taoist robe rose with the wind:
Chapter completed!