The Yin-Yang Master came to the building and saw that his daughter was safe and sound. He was very happy and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the blood-torming Pavilion Master really fell in love with his daughter.

However, the Yin-Yang Sect Master felt a little hesitant. If the blood abuse of the Pavilion Master did not mean to kill his daughter, he would not be able to figure out whether to encircle or celebrate the wedding banquet in three days, and it would depend on the meaning of other forces.

The leader of the Yin-Yang Sect had a lot of thoughts in his mind. The Yin-Yang Demon Sect's Taoist tradition has been passed down for thousands of years. If such an understatement is made, it would be too ridiculous. So he dared to make a fight and released the wind and summoned the major forces in the Demonic Sect to gather, and if he failed, he would be successful.

It would be best if the old man Tianhui and everyone could kill the Blood-Borror Pavilion Master, and the Yin-Yang Demon Sect would not have to bow down. But as the rumors say, the huge pit of the Thousand Miles was caused by the Blood-Borror Pavilion Master. If you want to fight against the Senluo Sword Master, you have to surrender to the Blood-Borror Pavilion. Otherwise, if the Yin-Yang Demon Sect surrenders first, it would be too embarrassing and it would definitely be despised by others in the future integration forces.

The Yin-Yang Master thought about it and felt that his approach was extremely wise, and he sighed secretly that he was really a genius.

"Ruyue, what are you doing there? The Pavilion Master must be tired after running all the way. Why don't you go and squeeze the Pavilion Master's shoulders quickly?"

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader ordered Xue Ruyue in anger.

Faced with his father's order, Xue Ruyue did not dare to disobey, so she hurriedly walked behind Li Bumian and rubbed Li Bumian's shoulders.

Song Shiyun took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, a little jealous, but she did not dare to have an attack on Li Bumian, who was terrifyingly powerful.

"Hehe..." The Yin-Yang Sect Master smiled on his wrinkled face, and he bowed to Li Bumian with his fists and said respectfully: "People Master, because the banquet requires a lot of top-notch treasures, and even a moon wine, I would like to ask the Pavilion Master to wait for a day or two."

Li Bumian's expression did not change at all. I don't know what egg this scoop of moon wine is.

Xue Ruyue and Song Shiyun were both shocked, shocking the Yin-Yang Master's work, and actually paid such a huge price to keep the Pavilion Master bloody.

The scoop of moon wine is extremely precious. Even in the southern region and even in Zhongzhou, there are not many jars of them. This is made of fifty kinds of extremely precious spiritual medicines. The water used to make wine must be the spiritual spring that absorbs the essence of the moon. There are only a few places in the entire Senluo Sword Continent, and they are all under the supervision and protection of major forces. It is difficult to get it as if you can reach the sky.

This wine can increase your cultivation level by a small sip. After taking it, the Qi Condensation Cultivator will slowly refine it under the guidance of his elders and can directly form a pill. If a high-level cultivator drinks it, it can withstand dozens or hundreds of years of hard practice.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master said proudly that he had invested a lot of money in this bait, thinking that the blood-torming Pavilion Master would definitely take the bait.

Li Bumian was still motionless and sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, giving people no feeling of being moved. He had already adhered to the law of showing off his coolness and supremacy. Even if he had a huge wave in his heart, he was like a silence on the surface. What's more, he didn't know what eggs were about scooping moon wine.

Seeing this, the Yin-Yang Sect Master oozed out of his back. Could it be that the blood-torn Pavilion Master he looked down on?

Li Bumian said calmly: "Who else are there in addition to the Yin-Yang Demon Sect who attended the banquet this time?"

Li Bumian poses in an extremely pretentious position, holding the handle of the chair with one hand, and his chin is against the back of his hand, looking like a hero who is not angry and powerful.

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader's heart skipped a beat and said it was not good. I don't know how Li Bumian noticed it. He could not calculate it even if he had done it. It was his daughter who betrayed him.

Xue Ruyue's face changed, but she quickly returned to normal. Unexpectedly, the Blood-Born Pavilion Master was straightforward. Should he be ready to evacuate the Yin-Yang Demon Sect immediately, or to stay and fight the heroes? Or to destroy the Yin-Yang Demon Sect before leaving?

Xue Ruyue was a little afraid to think about it, and suddenly regretted that she had betrayed the Yin-Yang Demon Sect. She glanced at Song Shiyun, and her regret gradually dissipated. If she was given another chance, she would still choose like this.

Song Shiyun's face with Rakshasa mask couldn't see clearly, but she was extremely nervous. Li Bumian's decision would also threaten her life. After she learned about Li Bumian's identity in Lingyun Sect, Li Bumian would never let him go.

The Yin-Yang Master wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead calmly, smiled extremely standard, and said with apologized: "Do you think the Pavilion Master doesn't feel lively? If so, I can invite some friends to support you."

The Yin-Yang Master's eyes flashed, his heart lit up in his throat, waiting for Li Bumian's following, and the two girls Song Shiyun were also extremely nervous.

Li Bumian smiled gloomy twice. The green-faced and fanged mask was hideous and terrifying, and the temperature in the entire lobby seemed to drop to the cold.

The Yin-Yang Master's heartbeat was like a drum, so fast that it seemed to explode, but it was extremely calm on the surface.

Li Bumian laughed twice and said generously: "Please! Of course you have to invite me! The more you are, the better! I will take this opportunity to call on the world. The territory of the Southern Region is already my possession! If there are fewer people at that time, I will ask you!"

boom!

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, exploding into the minds of the three of them.

Song Shiyun and Xue Ruyue were both stagnant. Unexpectedly, the Master of Blood Forgetting was so courageous, weren’t he afraid that the entire Southern Region would come to encircle him? Or was his own strength too strong, so he disdained him?

The Yin-Yang Sect Master was hit by lightning, which was completely beyond his expectations. His own means could be used openly. This was a good thing he never dared to think about before, but what happened to this strong sense of unease? Could it be that the Blood-Born Pavilion Master really wanted to take this opportunity to launch the grand career of unifying the Southern Region?

Blood abused the Pavilion Master, had a spiritual cultivation, unified the Southern Region, and could resist the power of the Senluo Sword Master, and the Yin-Yang Master subconsciously remembered this rumor.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master did not dare to be negligent, so he bowed his fists and said respectfully: "It all depends on the Lord's meaning. I will go and arrange it now!"

The leader of Yin and Yang Sect had a ruthless attitude, and he had to call out all the magic paths of the Southern Region!

Li Bumian supported his hand and sent the Yin-Yang Sect Master away at will, leaving only three people in the house.

"Geor Master Li, are you... you serious?"

Song Shiyun asked quickly, her life was in the hands of this person.

"I'm like joking?"

Li Bumian asked back.

Xue Ruyue's delicate body trembled, and she knelt down at Li Bumian with a thump.

"A Yue, what are you doing!?"

Song Shiyun wanted to help Xue Ruyue, but was stopped by Xue Ruyue's firm eyes. It seemed that she had something to ask for.

Li Bumian didn't move at all, and if the old monk entered into meditation, he had already guessed what Xue Ruyue was going to say.

From Li Bumian's domineering answer, Xue Ruyue began to believe that he could deal with the legendary battle of encirclement and suppression of Yinfeng Sect. The huge pit of the abyss that stretched for thousands of miles might not be a fame. If everyone in the Demonic Dao began to encircle Li Bumian, Li Bumian would be the first to kill him, wouldn't he be his father?

"The little girl begs the Pavilion Master to let my father go, and the little girl is willing to be a slave and a servant, and to tie a carriage to repay the Pavilion Master for not killing!"

After Xue Ruyue said that, she was about to kowtow, but Li Bumian controlled her head and could no longer be cut off.

"It's okay not to kill your father, but you have to join me in the bloody palace."

Li Bumian said calmly that Xue Ruyue’s conditions are good, she is still a Nascent Soul monk, creating the No. 1 idol group of Senluo Jianzhou... No, the grand vision of Blood Forge Pavilion is about to be realized!

Song Shiyun's pretty face turned cold, and she was not interested in Li Bumian's approach, and she used forced means to drag people onto the pirate ship.

Xue Ruyue was stunned and could not refuse at all.

"The little girl is willing."

Li Bumian nodded and said calmly: "Get up."

Li Bumian has begun to automatically repair the pretentious scenes in the future. In order to maintain his image of the blood-torn Pavilion Master, he secretly let out a ghost laugh like a destructive ghost in his heart.
Chapter completed!