Seeing the girl's dull look, the head seemed to be very satisfied with his masterpiece and stroked his beard with a happy expression.

"I know you are Wan Ying, the eldest lady of "Wanjia Dinghuo", and she is known as Wanjiachou, right?"

"I don't know who you always say, I don't understand!" The girl glanced left and right but didn't look at him.

But I didn't know that the guilt in my eyes had betrayed her long ago.

This little child's posture made the leader laugh, "Little girl, don't worry, the old Taoist has a deep connection with your family, and will not make things difficult for you, you don't have to be a little hedgehog."

"If you don't dislike me, you can call me Master Yan."

In fact, the head of the sect is named Yan Jia, and he is unknown in the world of cultivation. But if he talks about his nickname - Yan Zhenren, it would be like thunder.

It is said that he is one of the few high-level monks. He can kill people thousands of miles away with a slave, without bloodshed, and is already the most powerful monk here.

Once, he took five little rookies from his disciples to another sect to participate in a trial activity and met a disciple of the Shanhe Sect, a small demon sect.

The man thought it was profitable, so he set up a trap to catch them all and took them away.

Little did he know that the leader of Yanjia had already reached the state of restraining his energy into his body, and he had just restrained his momentum along the way.

He brought the person back to the sect before he could show off his spoils, but he was taken to the pot by the commander Yan Jia, a three-zhang Qingfeng sword.

In just one cup of tea, all the disciples of the originally bustling and noisy sect evaporated from the earth, without even a little dust left.

Afterwards, the story of Yan Zhenren's sword in the pursuit of mountains and rivers was spread. If the rumors continued, the version of the story became that Yan Zhenren had the powerful power to change dynasties, the main ruler of the country, and a generation of kings had to lower their arrogant heads in front of him.

"That's good. Since nothing happens, I'll leave."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when she raised her foot, but she found a shadow covering her.

He looked up and looked at it, but Yan Jia, the head of the sect, who was originally behind her, had already floated silently in front of her, and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Old man, can you not be so scary?"

She patted her "thump" and felt that her life span was at least 10% reduced in just a few short encounters.

"Miss Wan, don't panic, and don't leave in such a hurry. Everyone comes is a guest. How can the old Taoist be so rude?"

"I have asked someone to take the disciple who caught you before. As a punishment he offended you, he will suffer the pain of soul-catching for three days and three nights."

"Then the relationship is good, I thank you very much!"

The girl's face relaxed a lot.

The masked man captured her before, leaving her with flesh and blood wounds, and it still hurts to the waist.

She grew up in the pampering of her elders and was cared for by all her beloved people. How could she ever be treated like this?

The head of the sect, Yan Jia, smiled, "What a small matter is worth mentioning? Speaking of which, it is the despicable sect that makes you wronged."

"The old Taoist has a hundred years of spiritual elixir here. After taking it, it can increase spiritual energy cultivation for ten years. This is my compensation and meeting gift to you as an elder. Please accept it."

As soon as the head turned his palm, Wan Ying's eyes were attracted by a beautiful little red bottle.

A refreshing fragrance came to my nose, which was inspiring. Just after smelling it like this, the spiritual energy in Wanying's body became restlessly stirred.

This taste is so familiar that the elixir is not as fake as it is.

When she was young, she had the honor to see once. After taking it, the bottleneck that had been shackled for many years actually broke through. Her somewhat old face became much younger, which was simply a magical medicine that could be called a heaven-defying magic.

At this time, there was such a spiritual pill in front of him, and Wan Ying's breathing couldn't help but become thicker.

After hesitating for a while, she decisively reached out and took the elixir.

"The elder dare not say anything! Thank you for your kindness..." Realizing that it was inappropriate, Wan Ying quickly changed his words, "Uh~~~~ Thank you Master Yan!"

"Yeah ~ The sooner you take the spiritual medicine, the better the effect. Miss Wan, please! The old Taoist happened to give you the protection of the Dharma!"

The head of Yanjia looked sincere and indescribable.

Wan Ying swallowed, opened the bottle stopper and took out the medicine and swallowed it in one mouthful.

The other party's cultivation level is many levels higher than her. If you really want to frame her, you won't have to go through so much trouble, so you can just accept the other party's kindness generously.

As the effect of the medicine evaporates, a cool feeling quickly wanders through the Five Meridians and Eight Meridians, and the comfortable feeling makes people addicted.

The good times did not last long, and soon, and what followed was the violent vibrations that a large river washed away the embankment.

The originally faint spiritual power was now like a rushing river washing towards Wanying. The tiny meridians were swelling and there were signs of breaking at any time.

Her originally white and tender face was now swollen and red, as if it was about to crack.

The unspeakable pain made her tremble all over and couldn't help but scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly, the old hand of the leader Yanjia put on her shoulders, and a cold spiritual energy penetrated into her back, condensed into frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wan Ying's entire body, except for her head, was frozen.

"Thank you! Thank you~~~Master Yan!" Wan Ying regained a little rationality and opened her mouth with difficulty.

Now she has eased a little bit before she can take a breath.

Yan Jia took back his hand and said carelessly, "It's just a small matter. This medicine is a little more powerful for you now. Just hold on. After all, there is no free lunch in this world."

"Well, I know!"

Wan Ying gritted her teeth and endured.

After a while, when Wan Ying felt a little confused, Yan Jia's voice rang again in the empty lobby, "This elixir, speaking of it, has a lot of connection with your Wan family."

"My younger brother... I'm sure you know the details!"

Wan Ying felt her brain becoming more and more stupid. She barely finished these words, staring at the front with a pair of eyes blankly, and her whole body fell into a state of dullness.

"Haha... Of course, it was given by your family. Now it's just a gift from you. "The eyelids of the leader Yan Jia drooped, and a flash of light flashed across the corners of his eyes but no one could see it.

If he hadn't taken such a pill, how could his treasure in the Divine Spirit Sect be stolen by the little girl in front of him?

Since the other party is unkind, then blame him for being unrighteous.

"Tell me, your supreme treasure of thousands of families - thousands of arrows pierce the heart, where is it hidden!"

The leader of Yanjia is like a different person, no longer being kind and gentle as before, but is so sharp that he can choose people at any time.

"In... on me!"

Wan Ying answered like a puppet, machine-like.

"What? Real or fake? Hand it over quickly!"

Yan Yi breathed quickly and wanted to search, but saw that Wan Ying's body was frozen by her and she couldn't do anything at all.

"Drink! It's melted for me!" He waved his palm and couldn't wait to remove the frost.

However, after just halfway through, I found that some people could not suppress the medicinal properties in Wan Ying's body. Sooner or later, this person would explode and die.

Thinking of the person who was still wandering around in the sect, that was something he dared not provoke. If the little girl in front of him died, everyone in the sect would have to be buried with him.

He gritted his teeth hatefully, and had to turn the fire into ice again and freeze the man again.

However, at this time, Wan Ying was still confused. He turned to the previous question, "Tell me, where did you put the Hongling Brocade Bag?"

"It...it's me...that...oh..."
Chapter completed!