Chen Lin turned his head and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.

This person turned out to be Zhenjun Wanmeng!

He didn't expect to see him here, so he was overjoyed.

"Ten thousand……"

Chen Lin took two steps and was about to step forward to say hello, but saw Zhenjun Wanmeng shake his head slightly and then walk out of the inn without looking back.

Chen Lin was stunned for a moment and did not continue to speak. Instead, he glanced at the old man behind the counter and walked out.

True Monarch Wanmeng walked slowly and leisurely, and he also moved forward at a steady speed.

The two of them walked out of the camp all the way, one behind the other!

After leaving the city, Wanmeng Zhenjun increased his speed and flew for more than ten miles before stopping.

"Who are you and why do you keep following me?"

True Lord Wan Meng turned around, glanced at Chen Lin, and spoke coldly.

At the same time, a dark round spiritual treasure appeared in his hand, and he seemed to be ready to take action if he disagreed.

Chen Lin frowned, and then said: "I am Chen Lin. I wonder if Fellow Taoist Wan Meng still remembers me?"

"How to prove it!"

True Lord Wanmeng still did not relax his guard and asked again.

Chen Lin's eyes flashed and he waved, and then a few sparse rays of lightning fell.

"Can this be proven?"

What he demonstrated was the five-thunder spell. The opponent knew this spell, but there was almost no thunder power here, so the power of the spell was greatly limited.

Zhenjun Wanmeng didn't speak, just shook his head.

Seeing this, Chen Lin pointed his finger again, and the light fell on the opponent in a flash.

Zhenjun Wan Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and his vitality also weakened.

"How about this? Can you prove it?"

Chen Lin asked again in a deep voice.

From the attack just now, he could feel that the opponent's cultivation level had reached the late stage of divine transformation, but he had not yet entered the realm of virtual refining.

If he exerts all his strength, this finger can make the opponent's soul fly away. Even if he only uses a little power, the opponent will not feel better.

"That's it!"

Zhenjun Wanmeng spoke weakly, and then said with a speechless expression: "It's just to verify the identity, there is no need for fellow Daoist Chen to kill me!"

Chen Lin spread his hands and said: "This is already the lightest one. If it is any lighter, I'm afraid Taoist Fellow Wanmeng won't be able to verify it accurately."

Then he took a few steps forward, took out a bottle of soul-producing pill and handed it to the other party, saying: "Take this, refine it all, and the damage to your soul will be restored."

Zhenjun Wanmeng was not polite, poured one out and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Why do you appear here?"

Chen Lin waited for the other party to swallow the elixir, waved his hand and said: "Don't talk about me first, tell me what is going on here, why don't you meet me in the inn?"
Chapter completed!