"If you want to kill someone and silence me, you'd better give up that idea. You can't kill me, and you should understand the consequences without me having to say more." The old man saw the hesitation of a few people and said indifferently, with the meaning behind his words.
The threat is like ghosting, they can imagine it with their buttocks.
"Then, we won't be in trouble with them today." Faced with the invisible threat of the old man, Guiying finally made a difficult decision. The old man was right. With the strength of the few of them, they really couldn't kill him. Once something happened
If it makes a big fuss, Hanyue Palace must be the unlucky one. Since the old man has promised to keep the secret, why should they take such a big risk?
The ghosts and others left in a hurry. This matter must be informed to the young master as soon as possible, and then reported to the palace master to prepare a countermeasure.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I wonder what you call senior?" Ling Chuxi said respectfully to the old man with the courtesy of a junior. She could see that the old man didn't want to cause more trouble. In fact, he had already confronted Cai and Guiying.
It caused him a lot of trouble.
"There's no need to be polite, I'm just being entrusted by others." The old man said lightly. He looked at Ling Chuxi with a bit of appreciation. The fierce battle between the few people just now fell into his eyes. He could reach the peak of Great Perfection.
Even he was secretly amazed by the strength that rivaled the realm of true energy, and he was even more moved by the friendship between Ling Chuxi and Ling Chuxi who remained inseparable despite a life-and-death crisis.
If Han Yue Palace was aside, he was also pleased that the young master could make such a friend, but when he thought of Han Yue Palace, he couldn't help but worry about Jiang Wuhen. Unless he had to, he really didn't want Jiang Wuhen to fall into the clan.
In the quagmire of door fighting.
"I don't know who the senior was entrusted by, so we might as well go and thank him." Ling Chuxi was confused, who was the person the old man was talking about?
Judging from the old man's demeanor and strength, he is probably a member of the sect, and those who can invite him are naturally not ordinary people. Mu Liufeng? Mo Kongyuan? Brother? Figures appeared in Ling Chuxi's mind, and she felt that everyone could do it.
Possibly, but no one looks like it.
"You don't need to ask more about this. He will naturally know when he wants you to know." The old man smiled and said.
"Okay, senior, please say thank you on our behalf, and thank you for helping us." Seeing that the old man was unwilling to say more, Ling Chuxi stopped asking any more questions. But she was sincerely grateful to the person who helped them behind the scenes.
Everyone knows that this matter must have brought a lot of trouble to that person. Who would be willing to help them like this?
Speaking of this, Ling Chuxi thought of Han Yue Palace's ruthless attack again, and a trace of anger and hatred naturally appeared in her eyes: sooner or later, these lunatics will make them pay the price.
"The opponent's strength should not be underestimated. If you don't have enough confidence, it's best not to provoke them easily." The old man saw the anger in Ling Chuxi's eyes and reminded him. He somewhat appreciated Ling Chuxi's talent and character.
He didn't want her to make a stupid move, let alone involve Jiang Wuhen.
"Thank you, senior, for reminding me," Ling Chuxi said. But what she was thinking about was another matter. With the character of Hanyue Palace's disciples who will retaliate, even if she doesn't provoke them, the other party will not let her go easily. Instead of being beaten passively, it would be better
To strike first is to be stronger.
If you are not an opponent when facing someone head-on, how can you not draw a cold knife from behind? This is Ling Chuxi's specialty.