Chapter 1197 Misunderstanding

"Okay, with what Fellow Daoist Jiang said, I feel relieved. There's nothing else to do. I'll take my leave first." Lin Wudi bowed and said.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't worry. I've heard about your sect a long time ago. Your sect's saint really makes cultivators like me ashamed. On the day of the martial arts competition, someone under my command passed by and was fortunate to witness the whole battle. It was really unprecedented. I heard that he has now entered the reincarnation realm. Is this true?" Jiang Feng suddenly changed the subject and asked excitedly.

Su Changge's eyebrows moved, but he didn't say much.

"Well, this is true. He is different from us. He is supreme and powerful. To be honest, he is the strongest fighter in our camp to resist the Terminator. I just don't know if he can go through all reincarnations and enter the supreme realm in these 19 days..." When Lin Wudi heard the other party talking about his own son, he immediately raised his head and chest, and his face became radiant, but at the same time he was a little worried.

Nineteen days, too short.

In the past, it was just a snap of the fingers.

But now, I just hope it can pass slower.

When she heard the son, the golden fairy in the crowd had a flash of inspiration, as if she understood something, and turned to look at Su Changge.

She was also here. Because the visitor was extraordinary, all the people in the Jiang family, including the servants, came.

Jiang Feng gave Lin Wudi face.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't worry. It should be fine. Jiang has read ancient books. The strong men in the Samsara Realm sleep for no more than three days each time. Even if time is insufficient, you, me, and many ancient clans should be able to delay the Terminator for some time. Moreover, there is a great weapon in Jiang's family to suppress the foundation. If it doesn't work, Jiang will sacrifice it. However, the power of this weapon is too great. The aftermath alone is enough to evaporate the Great Sage into blood mist. At that time, I hope that fellow Daoist Lin will lead everyone in Taixuan Dao Sect to stay away from it." Jiang Feng took a deep breath. He didn't expect it to be true. My God, who is this saint? He is so terrifying.

However, although he said so on the surface, he was also afraid of what to do if time is really insufficient. However, when his eyes turned, he immediately remembered an ancient imperial weapon left by the ancestor of the clan. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

"Oh? I didn't expect that Daoist Jiang has such a terrifying thing in his home?!" Lin Wudi was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Yes, but it is difficult to activate it. Jiang needs to exhaust all the strength in his body to barely activate it. At that time, I may need the help of Mr. Xu from your sect." Jiang Feng said with embarrassment.

"This is easy. I will leave it to Lin. Lin has a good news to tell Daoist Jiang. Although Lin has been running around Canglan Realm during this period, he has not slackened in cultivation. Now he is only one step away from becoming a great saint. At that time, Lin can also help Daoist Jiang." Lin Wudi said sincerely.

"Okay, it is rumored that Daoist Lin is very righteous. Now I see that it is true. It is worth making friends with!" Jiang Feng was overjoyed.

After the voice was finished, Lin Wudi stood up and prepared to leave.

Time is running out, there is nothing to delay.

Jiang Feng suddenly said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, wait a minute, someone come."

Immediately, a large number of fully armed men came forward, drawing their swords and knives, and blocked Lin Wudi's way.

Lin Wudi frowned, a little confused.

Turning his head, he said in a deep voice, "What does Fellow Daoist Jiang mean? Don't you want to let Lin go? You also know that the Holy Son of my holy land is not an ordinary person. Why do you want to make enemies with my sect?"

Su Changge's eyes in the crowd condensed.

What's going on? Is Jiang Feng sweet-mouthed but treacherous?

There's no reason, he has no reason to do this!

"I think Fellow Daoist Lin may have misunderstood. Look at these swords. They are all treasures made recently by Jiang's clan. Any one of them can cut through a mountain. I'll give them to you. There are other treasures. Someone come."

Jiang Feng waved his hand to the side.

An octogenarian walked out with a tray in his hand, covered with a red cloth, as if it had been prepared long ago.