Chapter 190 Qinglonghui!(!)

Inside Nanshan City.

In a secluded courtyard.

Chen Shiyan sat quietly for an hour.

The cool breeze blew, bringing a slight chill, which made her thoughts return again, with a wry smile on her face.

Since settling down a few days ago, she has become accustomed to being in a daze.

It's hard to concentrate no matter what you do.

It seems that I have lost hope for the future.

"What's the use of sighing? Can sighing change everything? If you have this time, you might as well improve yourself!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and cold voice sounded from behind her.

Chen Shiyan was startled and turned back suddenly.

All she could see was the roof behind her.

A mysterious figure covered in black robes and a red mask on his face sat there for an unknown amount of time, looking at him indifferently.

"Senior, were you helping me before?"

Chen Shiyan said excitedly, "Are you King Qin Guang?"

"snort!"

The figure in black robe snorted coldly, without saying a word, and threw a package over.

Astonishingly, there are five bottles of Qi-nourishing pills.

After doing all this, Yang Fang turned around and left.

"King Qin Guang!"

Chen Shiyan jumped up quickly, landed on the roof, and screamed.

However, Yang Fang's traces had long since disappeared.

Come without a trace, go without a trace, extremely fast.

Chen Shiyan looked excited and still couldn't calm down.

I met someone from the Celestial Organization.

King Qin Guang is actually in Nanshan City?

In Wushen Town.

A human figure emerges.

There are many.

Qin Tianlie, the president of the Qinglong Society, looked gloomy and had been waiting here for more than half a month.

Since the tragic death of his son, he has never left, lurking here and waiting silently.

Because he believed that the other party would come back sooner or later to obtain the divine seed.

Unexpectedly, so many days passed without any news.

That damn guy is so calm!

far away.

A figure, very fast, passed through alleys and rushed directly into a hidden courtyard.

"President, Dongfang Bai has left Shenwuzong!"

The visitor clasped his fists and bowed before speaking.

"Um?"

Qin Tianlie suddenly turned his head, his eyes burning, and said, "Is there anyone else following him?"

"Yes, 'Four Directions Palm' Yuan Long and 'Killing Sword' Pan Ren were all taken out by him!"

The man said.

"Four Square Palm, Killing Sword, the figure at the top of the first level."

Qin Tianlie sneered and said, "Although strength is nothing, if you stay, it can cause a lot of trouble. Now that they have been taken out, the remaining people are nothing to worry about!"

"When is the president planning to leave?"

asked an elder next to him.

"tonight!"

Qin Tianlie spoke indifferently.

"yes!"

"Wait a minute, has the support from that group of fishmen arrived?"

Qin Tianlie asked coldly.

"I haven't seen this yet."

An elder responded.

"snort!"

Qin Tianlie snorted coldly and said no more.

Without them, he could still defeat the Shenwu Sect.

He is the pinnacle figure of the second level. Without Dongfang Bai and the Shenwuzong who are the seven masters of the academy, no one can stop him.

There is a reason why the Qinglong Society has been able to live happily for so many years!

Sunset forest.

Black and cold.

There is no sunlight all year round.

Every leaf is pitch black, as if it can absorb light automatically.

The whole forest was filled with an unusually depressing atmosphere.

The main priest, Xuanyuan Cheng, was dressed in a yellow robe and had a tall and thin body. He sat cross-legged on top of a tree, with his long black hair scattered behind him. There was an invisible aura permeating his whole body.

"The fish has taken the bait."

Xuanyuan Cheng said.

"You are sure that you can surround and kill Dongfang Bai this time. Dongfang Bai seems to be in the third level."

A fishman with golden scales on the opposite side said hoarsely.

"No, the peak of the second level!"

Xuanyuan Cheng's tone was calm, "But with the help of the inherited sacred weapon of Shenwu Sect, we can exert the third level of strength. However, the sacred weapon is after all a foreign object, and we are eternal!"

"You are quite confident."

The fishman with golden scales sneered and said, "That's right. After you die, you can be resurrected in the Evil Mother at any time, so there is no need to be afraid."

"No!"

Xuanyuan City responded, "The Evil Mother can only resurrect people below the third level. Above the third level, those who die are truly dead."

"Um?"

The fish-man looked stunned and looked at Xuanyuan City again.

Is this guy so desperate?

Night falls.

Starry decoration.

One after another, the figures were very fast and silent, rushing from a distance like ghosts.

Soon he appeared under the gate of Shenwuzong.

The leader has a stern face, blue robes, and black hair on his head. His hands and feet are unusually wide, like a humanoid demon, with cold eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Shenwuzong.

"Eight hundred years of inheritance is amazing!"

Qin Tianlie sneered, waved his hand and said coldly, "Seal the mountain road and don't let anyone go!"

"Yes, President!"

The eyes of the elders around him flashed coldly.

On ordinary days, this majestic Shenwu Sect would be a forbidden place in the hearts of countless people.
To be continued...