"Senior brother, I won't bother you." Si Wuya cupped his hand.

Pretend to see off guests.

Ming Shiyin snorted lightly and was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with him. He jumped lightly and walked into the air.

"Sooner or later you will fall into my hands."

As we go further and further away, the sound echoes, constantly reverberating among the mountains. Ming Shiyin also disappears from sight.

Si Wuya cupped his hands towards Yu Shangrong and said, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for rescuing the siege."

"Rescuing the siege is out of the question. You really dislike me for causing trouble." Yu Shangrong said with a faint smile.

"Don't dare."

Huangfeng Mountain already had Bai Yuqing helping to protect it. Yu Shangrong's sudden appearance not only hurt Bai Yuqing, but also made Si Wuya stick his exclusive weapon out. How could he not regret it?

Yu Shangrong saw through it but didn't say anything.

Turning to look at Bai Yuqing: "Did Senior Brother send you here?"

Bai Yuqing endured the pain and said: "The leader has specifically told me, I dare not disobey."

Yu Shangrong said: "When I go back, tell senior brother... I don't want to care about what he wants to do, and I don't want to care about it. But don't go too far..."

"this……"

Bai Yuqing looked at Si Wuya with a helpless expression.

Si Wuya said: "Brother Bai, please come back."

Bai Yuqing cupped his hands and said, "Then... Mr. Qi, please take care of yourself."

He is the leader of the White Tiger Palace, so he naturally knows about the conflict between Yu Shangrong and the leader. The two have always been at odds with each other... This disagreement has become more and more intense with the changes in the Demon Sky Pavilion.

How dare Bai Yuqing continue to stay?

Yu Shangrong hurt himself, obviously because he wanted to beat the leader.

Speaking of which, Bai Yuqing is just a cookie with a sandwich in the middle. She was unlucky enough to be sandwiched.

The Ming Dynasty flies all the way.

Heading towards Motian Pavilion.

After half a day of flying in the air, Mingshi Yincai finally arrived near Tangzi Town.

With peacock feathers, it will be easier to do business when we go back.

Ming Shiyin also has some confidence.

During this period of time, Ming Shiyin had not had a good rest and had been carefully investigating Si Wuya's affairs, so he seemed a little tired. In addition, due to the confrontation with Bai Yuqing, even if he was not injured, he was still somewhat affected.

In the Ming Dynasty, I simply stopped to rest at Tangzi Town Station.

"The barrier of Motian Pavilion is weakening again." Someone pointed in the direction of Jinting Mountain.

Tangzi Town is not far from Motian Pavilion, but it is not a place that can be seen at a glance... yet these people can talk about Motian Pavilion here.

It can be seen how many people are silently paying attention to Motian Pavilion behind the scenes.

"If this continues, Motian Pavilion won't be able to survive for a few more years."

"I do appreciate the approach of the Patriarch... A person's life is just one breath and one face. I would rather live with dignity than allow rats to set foot on the Demonic Sky Pavilion!"

Ming Shiyin was not surprised by this.

The world is full of wonders, and the devil can exist only because like-minded people gather together.

As a leader in the Demonic Path, Motian Pavilion is naturally revered and worshiped by people in the Demonic Path. There are also many people who yearn for Motian Pavilion and want to become its disciples.

It's a pity...

Master is really old.

He has stopped accepting disciples for a long time.

"The majesty can only last a few years. Someone looked at it yesterday and found that the barrier has weakened by another third. It seems that Motian Pavilion has no intention of repairing the barrier."

"It's difficult to repair...the energy required for the barrier is basically impossible in just a few years. A few years...is almost too old."

"That makes sense..."

Ming Shiyin glanced at those people.

He didn't interrupt, but just drank tea by himself.

"I heard that Tianjian Sect is preparing to challenge Motian Pavilion... Tianjian Sect is so anxious that it will jump over the wall."

Hear this.

Ming Shiyin stood up, came to those practitioners, sat down directly, and asked: "Is Tianjianmen going to attack Demonic Sky Pavilion?"

It blends in without any sense of dissonance.

This is what a post station is like. People come and go, and the news is naturally well-informed.

"Luo Changfeng, the master of Tianjian Sect, died in the hands of the founder of Demonic Pavilion. Luo Xingkong was just such a son. Moreover, you may not know that Zhou Jifeng, the eldest disciple of Tianjian Sect, switched sides and went to Demonic Pavilion.

.It is said that Luo Xing was so exhausted that he could not sleep for three days." The bearded practitioner on the left said.

"Luo Xingkong has already sent a summons to a famous sect. Maybe there will be another wave of attacks before the deadline for the Patriarch of Demonic Sky Pavilion."

Ming Shiyin smiled and said: "How dare Luo Xingkong, an old immortal, be so courageous?"

Immortality?

People in the circle looked at Ming Shiyin.

"Brother, why do you have to be so harsh with your words? It's just a conversation after tea. Don't let your personal feelings get involved." The bearded practitioner said with a smile.

Ming Shiyin didn't care at all and said, "Luo Xingkong sent a summons?"

"That's right... except for Jingming Dao, all the top ten famous sects have received the summons. I don't know if the three Yuntianluo sects will participate."

"Where does Luo Xingkong have the confidence? The Heavenly Sword Sect is already like this."

At this time, a person on the other side said: "You can't say that. Luo Xingkong has been in seclusion for many years and should not be underestimated. Besides, the barrier of Demonic Pavilion is weakening. Maybe this is also an opportunity."

hehe.

Ming Shiyin stood up, laughed out loud, and said:

"Which of the Jinting Mountain sieges was not based on this argument? I'm tired of hearing it... Even if there is no Patriarch of Motian Pavilion, there are still his disciples."

"That makes sense."

Having said this.

Ming Shiyin left the inn.

at the same time.

In the main hall of Motian Pavilion, Lu Zhou looked at the price of Dharmakaya's "Eight Dharma Luck" on the interface: 20,000 points.

Seeing this price, Lu Zhou planned to try his luck by drawing a wave of prizes.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery consumes 50 points of merit, and you will get 3 reversal cards."

Good luck.

The last draw consumed 100 points of luck. Lu Zhou felt a little surprised to win consecutive prizes this time.

The lottery really depends on timing and face.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery consumes 50 points of merit, and you will get fatal block*5."

Better than nothing.

This prop seems to have been triggered once from the beginning, and has not been triggered since.

It seems very tasteless.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery consumes 50 merit points. Thank you for your patronage. Your luck value will be +1."

The winning streak was finally ended.

Lu Zhou closed the system interface.

At this time, Xiao Yuan'er ran in happily and said happily: "Master, the fourth senior brother is back!"

"good."

Lu Zhou looked outside the main hall of Demonic Pavilion.

Ming Shiyin also walked in from outside at this time.

Holding peacock feathers in both hands.

"Master, my disciple has found out that what happened at Skylark Tower is indeed planned by the traitor Si Wuya. Huangfeng Mountain is his intelligence point. Unfortunately, Si Wuya is protected by experts, so I only captured his weapons."

Lu Zhou recalled the merit points gained from two consecutive punishments and nodded slightly: "Send it over."

Ming Shiyin handed over Peacock Feather with both hands.

[Ding, the Peacock Feather, a heaven-level weapon, needs to be re-refined before it can be used.]

This is Si Wuya's weapon.
Chapter completed!