Qin Banxian.

Ma Rulong.

When Peacock pushed Young Master Qing and heard the crowd talking about the two people waiting outside the door.

She looked slightly strange:

"Ma Rulong?"

She had never heard of the name Qin Banxian, but she was familiar with the name Ma Rulong.

The premise is that this Ma Rulong is really the person he knows.

Young Master Qing thought about it and asked:

"Ma Rulong? He didn't say which Ma Rulong it was?"

Obviously he is also somewhat familiar with the three words Ma Rulong.

But since he came with Qin Banxian, he said in a deep voice: "Please invite the guests to the reception hall first, and I will be there soon."

Said.

He let the peacock push him to change into clothes for meeting guests.

And here.

There were two people waiting at the door, one old and one young.

The old man was holding a white cloth fortune-telling flag in his hand. The young man who was younger than him looked about twenty-five or six years old. He was dressed in a purple robe and had a kind of nobility in his eyebrows, making him look like he was the same age.

Especially those eyes, like some potential dragon king who dominates the world, exuding an indescribable and frightening brilliance, flashing like cold stars in the night sky.

"Daoyishan..."

A purple-robed young man named Ma Rulong walked into the first-class hall with his hands behind his hands. He looked at the few people on the left and right of the first-class hall and said to himself:

"The son of Chen Shenxuan is really powerful. He was able to keep 90% of the masters of the First Grade Hall on Daoyi Mountain."

"It is said that he is only twenty years old. A first-grade innate at this age... is certainly rare in the world."

Listen to these words.

Qin Banxian, holding the banner in his hand, couldn't help but think of the scene on that rainy night a year ago, his heart palpitated, and he thought to himself:

"At that time, fortunately I didn't go forward to seek death, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here today."

Hear the young man next to him talking to himself.

After realizing it, he became frightened, secretly thinking that the "Chen Sha" he met that night was probably already at the Great Innate Level, or was about to approach that level.

During the conversation.

The two of them were invited to the reception hall.

"You two sit down for a moment, our young master will be here in a moment."

The two of them sat down and didn't speak. They just picked up the tea on the table and tasted it.

Not long after.

The sound of the wheelchair's wheels squeaking came from the side room of the living room.

Peacock pushed Young Master Qing here.

He put on a golden robe and a purple gold crown. Although he was still sitting in a wheelchair with a mask on his face, these clothes added a lot of temperament to him.

Young Master Qing glanced at Ma Rulong, who was wearing a purple robe, with surprise in his eyes:

"I thought it was just the same name, but I didn't expect it to be the Little Demon Saint..."

Even the peacock looked at the purple-robed young man in surprise.

This Ma Rulong is really the Ma Rulong she knows.

Long Zaitian's personal disciple.

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Sect.

He is known as the "Little Demon Saint" by people in the world of martial arts.

This person in the Demon Sect, together with the next generation of the Demon Sect such as Yun Feifei of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Xiao Huo'er of the Fire Worshiping Sect, and Youlong of the Jueqing Sect, are collectively known as the "Six Sons of the Demon Sect".

But it seems that he never calls himself the Six Sons of the Demon Sect.

The reason is also very simple.

Others speculated that it was because the Little Demon Saint felt that the other people were not at the same level as him.

That's understandable.

After all, when he was twenty-four years old, he created an extremely superior martial art called "The Book of Demonic Spirit Groups". It is said that after being read by the Demonic Saint Long Zaitian, they were all shocked by it and praised:

"My achievements as a teacher are already unparalleled in the magic sect. The only person who can hope to surpass me in the future is you, Long'er."

Therefore, the title of "Little Demon Saint" came into being in the world later.

It's a pity... No master of this martial art has ever seen it with his own eyes. If someone else tries to fight against this martial artist, his "Magic Tribulation" skill can already overwhelm anyone in the same realm.

No one knows what kind of kungfu the "Book of Demonic Spirits" actually is. They just know that this little demon saint has unparalleled talents and is expected to fully inherit Long Zaitian's entire mantle.

Young Master Qing looked at the little demon saint.

His mind was filled with thoughts.

He knew that Qin Banxian was the person next to the "Chess Master".

But this horse, Rulong, also followed...

Young Master Qing could not help but have some guesses. He looked at Qin Banxian and said in a question-like manner:

"Could it be that...the leader of the chess ghost sect, our chess master, is actually Mr. Demon Saint Long Zaitian?"

Although he had received guidance from this mysterious chess master, he had obviously never seen his true form, let alone his identity.

Now...could it be that this chess master is finally willing to reveal his identity to himself?

Is he the Demon Saint Long Zaitian?

Listen to this.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

An old man and a young man sitting in the living room drinking tea couldn't help but look at each other, and they all laughed.

"It is said that young master Qing is naturally suspicious and easy to guess. It is indeed true. He can come up with such speculations."

Seeing the two people smiling like this, Young Master Qing said, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

Although the guess was wrong, there was no emotional change.

Ma Rulong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not bad to be wrong. You didn't completely guess it, but you also guessed some directions."

Young Master's green eyes flashed: "What's the explanation?"

Ma Rulong said slowly: "My master is not the chess master, but he has a cooperative relationship with the chess master!"

Young Master Qing's pupils shrank sharply: "...The Demon Saint is also a chess piece of the chess master?"

He was really shocked by Ma Rulong's words.

The dragon is in the field.

Fifth in the world.

He could actually be a holder of the chess ghost gate?

The power of the mysterious chess master invisibly became several times greater again in his heart.

However, Ma Rulong half-vetoed his words:

"You are wrong again. My master is not a master."

Young Master Qing looked startled: "What is the so-called cooperative relationship?"

Ma Rulongruo smiled meaningfully and said, "That's the literal meaning."

Young Master Qing slightly understood and thought:

"The kind with equal status and no dependence?"

After knowing that the fifth dragon in the world, Zaitian, was not just a chess piece, Gong Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, the power of the chess master would have been unbelievable...

He turned to look at the two of them and said:

"Then what's the purpose of the two coming today?"

Ma Rulong smiled faintly and signaled to Qin Banxian.

Qin Banxian coughed and said: "Master Gu, the chess master already knows about you, and is very regretful and regretful about your experience on Daoyi Mountain, because on the path he envisioned for you, your Yipintang should go smoothly.

Smoothly, you have become a major force that can be passed down for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, competing with the top inheritances of black and white. Unfortunately... you not only failed the chess master's expectations of you, but also ruined the huge foundation you have worked hard to create for the past five years.

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To be continued...