Unfortunately, the kid also escaped.
"Hmph, next time I see you, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death."
Yin Zhong gritted his teeth and cursed, then suddenly noticed some movement. He turned around and saw Lin Bufan in the distance.
Overjoyed, he rushed over, shouting, "Are you an accomplice? Tell the truth!"
"I was just passing by, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Lin Bufan quickly retreated, not wanting to get entangled with the demon god.
Yin Zhong pressed forward relentlessly, shouting, "Still dare to argue? Who are you to Yin Hao? And who was that white-clad ghost just now? Tell me and I'll spare your life!"
While dealing with Yin Zhong, Lin Bufan made up a story: "I am your ancestor, the ancestor of your Tong clan a thousand years ago."
"What? My ancestor, a thousand years ago?"
Yin Zhong was momentarily stunned.
I am the ancestor of the Imperial Sword Manor five hundred years ago. Could this kid be the ancestor of the Tong family a thousand years ago?
No, no, no, impossible, absolutely impossible.
"You are a member of the Tong clan, then who is he?"
Yin Zhong pointed at Tong Bo.
Tong Bo also looked over at the opportune moment.
Lin Bufan said, "Tong Bo isn't called Tong Bo, his name is Long Bo. Who do you think he is?"
Tong Bo heard these words from afar and was astonished.
Few people know that he is a member of the Long clan; even Yin Zhong doesn't know. How did this young hero who suddenly appeared find out?
Yin Zhong didn't believe it. "Still talking nonsense. Watch my wind, fire, thunder, and lightning."
The wind picked up again, and Yin Zhong used his wind-controlling technique.
Lin Bufan, without hesitation, immediately activated one of the abilities the system had previously helped him awaken: Heaven-defying comprehension.
"Sense the wind, quickly help me understand the essentials of his spellcasting."
Silently reciting the words in his heart, and stroking the sudden gust of wind, Lin Bufan understood.
His extraordinary comprehension was indeed extraordinary. He had only watched Yin Zhong use the wind summoning technique twice before he was able to easily understand it and apply it.
Combining the Wrathful Vajra from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, another form was developed.
That is...
"The Heavenly Will of the Four Symbols, the Wind God's Wrath!"
Boom! The gale condensed into a semi-transparent entity, transforming into a massive and terrifying Vajra Dharma Image, which pressed down fiercely on Yin Zhong.
Yin Zhong was dumbfounded: His wind control technique is even more powerful than mine. Could he really be my ancestor?
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