Chapter 4080 Who Are You?

There was still blood at the corner of the swordsmith's mouth, and he stared at Lin Tianyou who spoke with a look of fear.

"God of medicine?"

The next moment, he almost blurted out, "Medical God, these are bad people, hurry up and run away with my granddaughter, run away!"

The people here are all masters. If it were him before, there would be no need to be afraid at all, but now, he is old and his strength has become weaker, and he is no match for them.

Lin Tianyou is the god of medicine and the future of his granddaughter. He absolutely does not want Lin Tianyou to be involved in the grudge between him and his son.

Lin Tianyou, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked straight towards the crowd, putting one hand in his pocket and looking extremely indifferent.

The ghost's eyes swept over and he couldn't help but frown slightly. He discovered a hint of ghostly aura on Lin Tianyou.

Could it be that this little human race is also their ghost race?

Quietly, he carefully sensed the ghost shadow several times and found that Lin Tianyou had no power except for a trace of ghost energy. It could be said that he was the most ordinary little human.

"who are you?"

Pan Xiangting finally spoke. He had never seen a weak human being dare to act so calmly among masters like them.

The aura on the master's body is not something ordinary people can bear.

"You don't deserve to know who I am!"

Lin Tianyou didn't even look at Pan Xiangting, his voice was indifferent, and he walked past him.

Pan Xiangting was startled, and then became furious. How dare this little human race look down on him?

He raised his palm, gathered his strength, and was about to attack Lin Tianyou.

But the sword master suddenly shouted, "Pan Xiangting, you can't kill him. I will die today. You can use my life to exchange for Xiaowen's life. I have practiced the compression forbidden technique, and I must be a sacrifice to the ghost clan." , he won’t feel any loss, he just hopes you don’t kill this medical god, he is the only hope to save Xiaowen!”

When the ghost heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and said to Pan Xiangting:

"It's a good thing that your father is willing to take his place. The spirit of compressing the forbidden technique is no worse than your daughter's!"

Pan Xiangting thought for a moment, nodded to the ghost, put his hand down, and dissipated his strength.

It seems that he also agreed to let his father take the place of his daughter.

Masters of the forbidden art of compression must voluntarily become sacrifices.

If the sword master is willing, then this sacrifice is really no worse than Xiaowen.

Lin Tianyou slowly approached the ghost soldiers, who stared at him coldly with indifferent expressions.

He ignored these ghost soldiers and continued to move forward, arriving in front of the master swordsmith.

He glanced around and found that the swordsmith master was injured.

"God of Medicine, please leave quickly. This is my family matter and has nothing to do with you. I just hope you can take my granddaughter away and cure her cold poison!"

The swordsmith master looked up at Lin Tianyou, his eyes full of pleading.

But no matter what he said, Lin Tianyou just stood there, motionless.

Seeing Lin Tianyou's eyes as deep as stars, the sword master's heart trembled. This indifference seemed to not take the situation in front of him at all. It was a kind of contempt, yes, a kind of contempt for the common people. !

Why is a god of medicine more powerful than a king?

After about five seconds of silence, Lin Tianyou finally spoke.

"If you go with them as a sacrifice, who will make my sword?"

His tone was calm and without any emotion.

The swordsmith was stunned. At this time, does the god of medicine still care about his sword?

"I'm sorry, I can't redeem your sword, but my apprentice is still alive. Although he has only learned 50% of my sword-making skills, as time goes by, he will forge a new sword for you on my behalf."

With a deep apology, the swordsmith said with a wry smile.

"Does your injury hurt?"

Lin Tianyou didn't mention the sword thing anymore. He still stared at the sword master indifferently and asked.

The master swordsmith covered his chest and spit out another mouthful of blood. He didn't know what Lin Tianyou meant when he asked him now. Could it be that the doctor wanted to save him again?

He shook his head, "I'm going to be a sacrifice, so I don't need to trouble you to treat my injuries. You'd better leave. If they change their mind later, it will be troublesome."

Lin Tianyou still didn't move, sighed and said:

"I'm not asking about your injuries, but about your heart. It must be very painful to be betrayed by your own son, right?"

The swordsmith's eyes suddenly changed, and his expression changed drastically. His eyes met Lin Tianyou's for several seconds, and finally he lowered his head silently.

His clenched hands were bleeding from the nails.

Lin Tianyou glanced at the blood in his hand and understood everything. Yes, the swordsmith was in great pain. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the betrayal of a loved one in the world.

"Do you need me to help you kill him? As long as he exists for a day, you will be heartbroken for a day. When your granddaughter grows up, it will be even more painful. Only by cutting off the source of this pain can you be freed!"

After saying that, Lin Tianyou suddenly stared at Pan Xiangting!

"What did you say?"

The master swordsmith's body suddenly trembled. The god of medicine wanted to kill his son? How is this possible? His son is a very strong man!

When the ghosts heard this, their eyes narrowed slightly.

"You, a small human being, want to kill me?"

Pan Xiangting seemed to have heard some joke and couldn't help laughing.

Ghost Shadow even said:

"Boy, you may not know who we are. If you want to live, disappear from our eyes immediately. For the sake of Pan Xiangting's father volunteering to be a sacrifice, we will let you live!"

"Let me live?"

Lin Tianyou smiled jokingly, "Well, just because of your words, I will let you live, as long as you don't hinder me!"

After saying this, the next moment, Lin Tianyou clapped out a palm. The force didn't seem to be very strong, as if he was gently fanning the wind.

boom!

Several ghost soldiers in front of him turned into blood mist.

The ghost's eyes were wide open and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Pan Xiangting's pupils shrank, showing an extremely fearful look.

This little human race in front of me is no ordinary human being!

The sword master's heart was shaken by the roar. He stared straight at the ghost soldiers that had turned into blood mist. He couldn't believe that this was the result of Lin Tianyou's light palm just now.

With one palm, all the ghost soldiers were killed. What kind of strength is this?

Pan Zaodao looked at Lin Tianyou, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

At the beginning, he just felt that Lin Tianyou was a little better than him.

But he didn't expect that he would be even more powerful than his master.

It was a miracle that he could survive in front of Lin Tianyou at that time.

The ghost screamed in horror:

"Who are you? Didn't you just say you wanted to let us live? But you killed them all!"

When he said this, he had already shown that his fear of Lin Tianyou had reached its peak.

Lin Tianyou stopped his hand, looking extremely proud and arrogant!