Cui Yongliang stopped smiling for a while and said, "Lin Yan, is there a birthmark like a broad bean on the inside of your left arm?"

Lin Yanwei lowered his eyes.

Wen Xuan said in his heart, "No, Cui Yongliang's opinion is right! Lin Yan usually comes alone and bathes, and will definitely not let others beside him. As long as he speaks this secret, Lin Yan will definitely believe Cui Yongchang's next words."

Sure enough, Lin Yan was listening carefully.

When Cui Yongliang saw that he was right, he said proudly, "You are indeed Lin's surname, but you are the child of Lin Zhiyi, who was hidden by Lin Zhili and killed again!"

Lin Yan's body tilted, "Lin Zhiyi!"

Cui Yongliang said, "The three brothers of Lin's family, Lin Zhiyi, Lin Zhijie, Lin Zhili, and Lin Zhili, the final winner was the youngest Lin Zhili. Lin Zhili imprisoned Lin Zhiyi and killed Lin Zhiyi's wife when she was about to give birth. The wife ran away with her newborn child, but died on the road. Lin Zhili followed you all the way and took you back. Lin Zhili was killed by Lin Zhili while traveling outside. Therefore, you, Lin Hai, were raised by the murdered father's enemies."

Lin Yan's face darkened, and his eyes looked complicated and terrifying.

Lin Jian, who had been hiding in the teaching stage, jumped up like crazy at this time and pointed at Cui Yongliang, "You, what are you talking about? My father, my father will not kill his two brothers!"

Cui Yongliang said, "Your father? Jian'er, your father is not Lin Zhili. Now that the Lin family has collapsed, you no longer need to be the son of the Lin family. Your surname is Qi, and you are the child of Qi Nian and your sister."

"No, no, no, no, uncle!" Lin Jian let out a miserable cry.

"Cry, child, after crying, Lin's surname is Cui, everything is yours." Cui Yongliang said.

Lin Jian's facial features were twisted, his hair was scattered, his robes were dirty, and he kept screaming and crying. Suddenly, he jumped high from the teaching platform, but without using his spiritual power, and fell directly to the ground and fell into mud. When Cui Yong often wanted to stop him, it was too late.

"Jian'er, Jian'er, why are you so fragile!" Cui Yongliang jumped down, hugged Lin Jian, covered in blood, and started crying.

Su Jing'an also came from the hidden place at this time and said to Cui Yongliang, "Sadness and grief and follow the changes."

He also said to Lin Yan and Wen Xuan, "I really underestimated the two. If I destroy Suo, I can still fight against the crowd with one person. I really admire you!"

Lin Yan's face was gray and his eyes were distracted.

Wen Xuan shouted worriedly, "Lin Yan, Lin Yan. This has nothing to do with you!"

Lin Yan silently did not respond.

Wen Xuan looked at Su Jingan angrily, "You are such a plan. Where did you find that sage? It's really hard for you!"

Su Jing'an said, "It's not difficult, it's not difficult. Just drive the strange beast to Yuzhou. I thought that the strange beast could kill you, but I didn't expect that it just hurt you. The injury has not healed yet? Sorry, I let you fight with the elites of the Xuanmen Baijia for a night. The injury is even worse now, so it's not good!"

Wen Xuan said, "What kind of grudges do the Lin family have with you? Do you have to make the Lin family lose any grass?"

Su Jingan looked at Lin Yan with a scorpion-like look, "Sir Lin, I will definitely die."

Lin Yan never raised his head and lowered his eyelashes.

Cui Yongliang put down Lin Jian's body, walked towards Wen Xuan and Lin Yan, and said, "Come on, for Linghua."

Su Jingan drew out a white silk sword and walked towards Wen Xuan and Lin Yan.

Wen Xuan stood up, and the light of the spiritual brilliance on his body was bright and dark. Lin Yan stood up with a little hesitation, with darkness in his eyes.

Su Jing'an took the lead in attacking. The white silk sword wrapped around Wen Xuan's iron sword, and was cut off in an instant. He pulled out another white silk sword and suddenly wrapped around Lin Yan's neck. Wen Xuan used the iron sword to attack and cut off the white silk sword, but also injured Lin Yan's neck.

After Lin Yan sealed the sword energy, the power of the sword was greatly reduced, and it was okay to fight with ordinary cultivators, but it was still difficult to meet cultivators at the level of the sect leader. Especially Su Jingan and Cui Yongliang, who had already been waiting for their rest for a night, and at this time, Su Jingan and Cui Yongchang seemed to have discovered this. The two of them concentrated on attacking Lin Yan. Fortunately, Wen Xuan blocked the left and right and both dealt with it, but they only fought a draw.

Lin Yan blocked Cui Yongliang's sword, avoided Su Jing'an's move, jumped back with Wen Xuan's wrist, and took dozens of steps back. At this time, some monks from various families surrounded him again to seize Linghua.

Lin Yan suddenly asked, "Wen Xuan, what is the word you took for me?"

Wen Xuan was stunned, "I'll win and tell you."

"Now, tell me." Lin Yan's voice was a little strange.

"Okay. Muqing, Lin Yan, Muqing, the admiration of Mu." Although Wen Xuan's face was covered with dust and blood, his eyes were clear and his eyes were filled with affection.

After Lin Yan heard this, a light flashed in Huibai's eyes, like a dark night, suddenly illuminated by the starry sky.

"I like the word you took." Lin Yan smiled slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was faintly visible.

"I'm going to break my promise." Lin Yan lowered his head and said. As he said, he used all his strength to push Wen Xuan out, more than ten feet away. "Go!" Lin Yan shouted.

Wen Xuan was instantly pushed to the edge of the teaching field and fell to the ground. After thinking for a while, he understood what was going on. Tears slid down Wen Xuan's face, and Lin Yan shouted "Go!"

Then he could never hear Lin Yan's voice again.

Wen Xuan looked carefully and saw more than a dozen swords inserted into Lin Yan's body at the same time. Lin Yan's seven orifices were bleeding, and his flesh was blurred, and he fell down.

But Lin Yan's eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

Wen Xuan was so heartbroken by hundreds of daggers that it hurt so much that his whole heart twitched. Wen Xuan crawled up and ran towards Lin Yan stutteringly, shouting "Lin Yan, Mu Qing, Lin Yan, Mu Qing!"

Everyone saw Wen Xuan ran back, opened the formation, ready to compete for Linghua.

Wen Xuan stopped crying and urged all the spiritual veins in his body, and his body emitted the light of the spiritual veins again. His mind changed with his thoughts, and the solemn aura rushed out from the tips of his fingers. Wherever he went, no grass was born and there was no vitality.

Su Jing'an, Cui Yongchang and the monks from the Xuanmen family were instantly eliminated, and the dead bodies fell together in a cross.

Wen Xuan seemed to have exhausted his last power and fell to the ground.

Wen Xuan tried to stand up, but his legs were limp and he was out of control. So he put his elbows on the ground, wriggling his body with difficulty, climbed to Lin Yan, shed tears and twitching, pulling out the swords from Lin Yan's body one by one.

"It hurts very much, Lin Yan. I'll be gentle." Every time Wen Xuan pulled out a sword, the wound would always spray some blood out. Wen Xuan's tears rolled out involuntarily. When he pulled the seventh hand, Wen Xuan supported the ground with both hands and cried so hard that he could not bear himself. The tears fell like rain, wetting Lin Yan's already dirty white clothes.

"Lin Yan, it will be fine soon, hold on for a while." Wen Xuan seemed to be saying to Lin Yan, or to himself. He cleared all the swords on Lin Yan's body. Looking at Lin Yan's bloody and still bleeding, he couldn't breathe, fainted and fell on Lin Yan.

I don’t know how long it took, Wen Xuan was slightly awake. He hoped that this was a dream. After waking up, Lin Yan was still alive. Looking at him, he called him 'Wen Xuan'.

But Lin Yan was under him, his flesh and blood were blurred and he died with his eyes closed.

Wen Xuan struggled to take out a jade pendant from his arms and put it in front of Lin Yan's wide open eyes, saying, "Lin Yan, I haven't given you a gift yet. I asked Lu Yuan to buy it for me. Yuzhou's jade is very beautiful."

As he said that, he used his hand as a sword to activate the last spiritual power, split the jade pendant into two, half for Lin Yan and half for himself.

"Lin Yan, don't go too fast, wait for me, what you said, protect me. Don't go back on your word."

Wen Xuan gently and carefully closed Lin Yan's eyes, tidied up Lin Yan's jade crown and clothes, held Lin Yan's hands, lay down side by side, closed his eyes, and felt his spirit and body dissipate like smoke and clouds. Wen Xuan thought to himself, "It's great to die together."

Just then, Wen Xuan heard someone calling him "Mr. Wen."

"Young Master Wen".

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