One of them is Yun Feilan, the branch master of Yunmeng Pavilion, and the other one is wearing a golden robe, with thick curly hair, two eyebrows, thick and thick, and a pair of black and white round eyes, revealing a kind of desire.
.Yun Feilan looked extremely awe-inspiring when facing this golden-robed man.
And this person is Yan Cheng, the city lord of Yan Yang City, whose cultivation has reached the eighth level of Xuandan. It is rumored that Yan Cheng has a strong family background behind the scenes, otherwise Yan Yang City would not be able to be taken away for a hundred years.
"Didn't that kid say anything?" Yan Cheng asked coldly.
"No, that kid has a very tough mouth." Yun Feilan gritted her teeth in anger.
"Hmph! Then you are incompetent!" Yan Cheng snorted coldly.
"Yes, it's me who is incompetent." Yun Feilan was frightened.
Yan Cheng glanced at Yun Feilan and asked calmly: "I heard that he had some accomplices who escaped today? Is your Yunmeng Pavilion really that useless? You can't even capture a Xuanyang realm warrior!"
"Yes... I let him go on purpose." Yun Feilan replied weakly.
"On purpose?" Yan Cheng's face turned cold.
Yun Feilan trembled all over and explained quickly: "City Lord, please...don't get me wrong, I let him go for a reason..."
"Tell me about it." Yan Cheng was very interested.
"Yes~" Yun Feilan cupped her hands and said everything she suspected in her heart.
After Yan Cheng heard these words, he frowned and muttered: "According to what you said, there might be a force behind him?"
"Well, that's what I think. After all, that boy's improved cultivation level is so terrifying that people have to doubt it." Yun Feilan nodded slightly and said: "City Lord, do you think he is from the Sword Cloud Sect?"
people?"
"Jianyun Sect?" Yan Cheng thought for a while and said, "If it's the Jianyun Sect, that would be easier. With the power of our Long family, this Jianyun Sect is just a small sect, not worth mentioning.
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"That's right, how can the Jianyun Sect compare to the Long Family?" Yun Feilan complimented.
Yan Cheng glanced at Yun Feilan and said coldly: "The remaining map of the Tianyu this time is very important to our Long family. I don't care what method you use, you must ask me where to go." After a pause, Yan Cheng
Then he said: "Master Yun Pavilion, haven't you Yunmeng Pavilion always wanted to replace the position of Tianxiang Pavilion? If I can successfully obtain the residual map of Tianyu this time, I will ask the family master for instructions in the future. With the depth of your Yunmeng Pavilion,
cooperate."
"Thank you City Lord, Yun will definitely try his best." Yun Feilan said with a fleshy smile on her face.
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At this moment, in a dark corner of Yunmeng Pavilion, a ghostly figure emerged.
"Teacher, do you know where my brother is now?" Ling Tianyu asked secretly.
"Yes, but it's very troublesome. There is a strong person in the eighth level of Xuandan inside. Let alone rescuing people, whether you can escape or not is a question. Why don't you come back tomorrow night." Poison King replied.
"How is this possible? I must rescue Brother Meng tonight!" Ling Tianyu looked determined.
"Oh~ Okay, but I owe you to be mentally prepared. His breath is very weak now, and he may be in danger." The Poison King sighed secretly.
"At stake!" Ling Tianyu's face turned dull, then turned extremely cold, and he snorted: "Then I will risk my life tonight! I will also rescue Brother Meng!"
"Let's go, be careful, I will protect you." Poison King said.
"Yes." Ling Tianyu nodded lightly and disappeared into the darkness.
In the secret room, Meng Xuan was unconscious from pain, with blood all over his body.
The old man stood in front of Meng Xuan with a gloomy face, and said with a ferocious smile: "Jie Jie, you kid is so stubborn, then I will interrogate you on behalf of the pavilion master!"
Involuntarily, the old man raised his hand, and a ball of spiritual fire condensed in his palm, and the secret room was filled with hot heat.
The old man smiled coldly, and the flames in his palms suddenly shot out, like a long snake, wrapping around the iron chains that were tied around Meng Xuan's body.
The temperature of the spiritual fire is extremely high, and the iron chain instantly bakes into a fiery red color.
Hiss!~
There was a rustling sound, and the clothes on Meng Xuan's body were slowly burned away. The scorching heat immediately filled the skin and flesh all over Meng Xuan's body. A pungent burning smell spread out, and wisps of black smoke came out of his skin.
"Ah!~"
In the coma, Meng Xuan screamed in pain, his whole body twitched, heat hit him, and his whole body was dry and red, like billions of tiny insects, penetrating his flesh and blood, and burrowing into the pores of his body like heartbreaking pain.
"Jiejie, kid, don't you feel uncomfortable with this feeling of life being worse than death?" The old man smiled ferociously: "I advise you to tell you what you know to avoid any physical pain."
Meng Xuan endured the severe pain, almost biting his lips, and glared at the old man and yelled: "You bitch slave! Bitch slave! Even if I die! I won't say a word to you!"
"It seems that if I want you to cooperate, I will have to work harder." The old man's eyes condensed, flashing with a sinister light, and his hand shook, and the rolling fire was involved in the iron chain.
The temperature of the iron chain continued to increase, rustling, and the fiery red iron chain, like furnace iron, gradually integrated into Meng Xuan's body, burning mercilessly.
Meng Xuan was in so much pain that he felt as if his skin and flesh were about to be peeled off. He screamed hysterically: "You beast! Brother Tianyu will never let you go!"
"Brother Tianyu?" The old man was stunned and asked Shen Leng: "Who is Tianyu?"
"He...he is my brother." Meng Xuan raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were red, and he cursed viciously: "He will kill you! He will definitely kill you!"
"Young village master really loves to joke. We are in Yunmeng Pavilion now, and the city master is still here. If your brother dares to come here, his fate will be the same as yours." The old man sneered disdainfully.
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"Haha, you underestimate him too much. If he knows that I am here, everyone in Yunmeng Pavilion will die because of it, not to mention you, a cheap slave!" Meng Xuan laughed, smiling so freely.
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"Okay, I'll just wait here. I want to see what your brother can do to kill me!" The old man's face sank, and rolling flames brewed in his palms.
"Drink!~"
The old man gave a cold drink and struck with fire.
However, at that moment, the old man's hand suddenly stopped and could not move forward any further.
"Well?!"
The old man's face was full of shock. He didn't know what happened. He only knew that his hand seemed to be tightly held by an iron clamp, making it difficult to move.
"Tell me, can I kill you?" The voice seemed to come from hell, as cold as a gust of wind, ringing in the old man's ears like thunder.
"Gele!~"
The bones in his hand were broken, and the old man wanted to cry out in pain. Suddenly, there was a stinging pain in his neck, and a poisonous needle was inserted deeply into the old man's voice hole. The old man's face was full of fear, and his lips twitched violently, trying to
I screamed, but no words came out.
"Plop!~"
The old man knelt down with heavy legs, turned around tremblingly, and saw a young man with a violent face and bloodshot eyes standing coldly in front of him.
Horror! Fear!
The old man's eyes shrank sharply, his whole body was stiff, cold sweat was constantly flowing out of his body, and his mouth was open from ear to ear. What was hard for him to believe was how Ling Tianyu broke in here?
The old man wanted to resist, but as soon as he regained his strength, he discovered to his horror that the blood in his body seemed to be solidified, and waves of terrible poison seemed to have frozen his blood.
"poison···"
The old man's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear as he stared at Ling Tianyu.
Ling Tianyu clasped the old man's broken palm with one hand, and slowly raised his head to look at Meng Xuan. He saw that Meng Xuan's whole body was tied up with iron chains, dripping with blood, and not a single piece of flesh and blood in his body was intact. His expression was dull,
Ling Tianyu actually stayed there, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his face was trembling.
My heart was filled with incomparable pain, and my anger was burning crazily at that moment.
Meng Xuan was also looking at Ling Tianyu with eyes that were both happy and relieved. Tears welled up in his eyes, and an unspeakable bitter smile appeared on his face.
Powerlessly, Meng Xuan's eyes dimmed and drooped heavily.
"Brother Meng!~"
Ling Tianyu screamed in pain, took out a palm, and struck out angrily.
The old man's eyes were blurred, and he looked at the palm strike with horror and despair, all thoughts were lost.
"Pa!~"
There was a sound like a watermelon cracking, blood splattered everywhere, and the old man's whole head was turned into meat paste.
Then, Ling Tianyu rushed in front of Meng Xuan, waved his hand, revealed his sword, and cut off the iron chains on Meng Xuan's body with a clang, and supported the weak Meng Xuan with heartache and anger.
Without any explanation, several healing pills appeared in Ling Tianyu's hand, stuffed them into Meng Xuan's mouth, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Brother Meng! You will be fine! You will be fine!"
The elixir melted in the mouth, but Meng Xuan's face still didn't get better, it was so pale.
"Alas~ His injuries are too serious, and the healing pill has no effect on him." The Poison King appeared faintly, shook his head and sighed.
Ling Tianyu's face trembled and he asked with red eyes: "Teacher... I know... you will definitely find a way..."
"I'm sorry, I'm really powerless. His injuries are really too serious. If he hadn't held on for a breath just to see you, I'm afraid he would have already..." the Poison King said silently.
"No, it won't happen. Brother Meng will be fine." Ling Tianyu muttered incoherently, his eyes were dull, and he was breathing haphazardly, feeling as if he had lost a close relative.
"Your Earth Escape Technique can't take him to escape, and he can't hold on much longer. You'd better leave here quickly, otherwise you may get stuck in this." The Poison King reluctantly advised.
"No! I must take Brother Meng back! No one can stop me!" Ling Tianyu said sternly, gently lifting Brother Meng, revealing the blood-bone whip, which was tied tightly to his back.
Then, Ling Tianyu stood up coldly, with a look of hatred on his face, anger rising to the sky, and the muscles of his whole body tensed up. A Burning Cloud Flag appeared on his right palm, and Ling Ling said: "Yunmeng Pavilion! I will make you taste the blood of your debts."