Chapter eight hundred and sixty-ninth son, don't scare me
"Senior, please forgive me. I am the next sect leader of the Xuanyin Temple. As long as I don't kill you, we can accept any conditions."
Cui Yao fell to his knees with a thud, having no idea what he was talking about.
"Um?"
The masked man was slightly startled: "What is the Xuanyin Temple? Can it help me enter the Yemo Temple?"
Immediately, he kicked Cui Yao's dantian with a "bang" sound.
"Young master said, I'm not being soft-hearted to spare your life, but I'm asking you to go back and tell Cui Changsheng that if you dare to take advantage of the Cangyan Sect again, you will destroy his sect next time! Get out!"
The voice of the masked man was very soft, but hearing it in everyone's ears made them tremble. What kind of terrorist force dared to speak such bold words?
"Yes! Yes!"
Cui Yao endured the severe pain and did not dare to stay long, so he limped away in a hurry.
Another old man with white hair and white beard helped Yi Feng up: "Master, let me tell you, you are already a lot older, don't be so impulsive in the future!"
After saying this, without waiting for Yi Feng to respond, the three of them looked at each other and flew up.
Seeing that the figures of several people were about to disappear from everyone's sight, Xing Buce clasped his fists and shouted: "May I ask some of my seniors, who is that young master of yours?"
"When fate arrives, we will meet each other!"
There was only one voice left in the void, and calm returned immediately.
Not only Xing Buce, but also everyone in the Cangyan Sect who saw this scene was full of doubts. These seniors suddenly arrived, killed people with swords, and then left quickly, staying for less than a cup of tea.
Who are they?
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, including the three Supreme Elders, they were all confused.
As a female, Elder Yan was attentive and suddenly thought of something: "Brother Yi, do you know where they come from?"
"I……"
Yi Feng was slightly startled: "Even the sect master's junior brother and the supreme elder don't know, how could I know?"
"But why did that senior only talk to you?" Elder Yan asked again.
"Um?"
The words woke up the dreamer, everyone came back to their senses, and all their eyes fell on Yi Feng.
"Senior Brother Yi, the young master they talk about seems to take special care of you...could it be him?" Xing Bute suddenly spoke up, his eyes shining brightly.
"he?"
Yi Feng's heart trembled: "According to rumors, isn't he already in the Soul-Ending Heavenly Palace...could it be him?"
…
The green mountains are undulating, one on top of the other, like the waves of the sea, extending endlessly to the distant sky and disappearing into the misty depths.
A figure in black robes stood proudly on the top of a peak, facing the breeze and overlooking the mountains.
Behind him, there were three men with terrifying auras standing.
"Boohoo!"
Three figures passed by like streams of light. When they came closer, they all said respectfully: "Sir, it's all done!"
"Thank you for your hard work, let's go!"
The man in black robe turned around, his eyes as deep as the stars, it was Zhong Zihao.
The other three figures are naturally Zhan Changkong, Zuo Qiu Ming and Yun Shang. As for the remaining people waiting with Zhong Zihao, they are Fen Yan, Cen Tianlu and Zhuo Li.
Six Supreme Realm experts who came out of the Demonic Burial Abyss!
Zhan Changkong has put on a mask because he destroyed his face. Although his cultivation is in the middle stage of the Supreme Realm, he can kill in the Burial Demon Abyss for hundreds of years. His combat power far exceeds that of Elder Feng of the same realm.
Within reason.
Zhong Zihao's original intention of coming to Cangyan Sect was just to take a look at Yifeng along the way, but he never expected to meet people from the Xuanyin Temple. If the Yinsha Clan hadn't rescued them yet, with his temperament, he would have wanted to uproot the Xuanyin Temple immediately.
And because he was unclear about the current attitude of the Void Heavenly Palace, he did not show up and only ordered Zhan Changkong and the others to take action.
"Sir, where should we go next?" Zhan Changkong asked.
"Xiwucheng!"
A smile appeared on Zhong Zihao's face, and there seemed to be a round figure in front of him.
West Wucheng.
A majestic and majestic attic stands. You can see its extraordinary momentum from a long distance. There is a plaque hanging on the door with three ancient Chinese characters - Jubao Pavilion.
From the very beginning, this name has become a topic of conversation among the warriors in the city. It is difficult for everyone to remember such a nondescript name for a good medicine shop.
Business here is booming today, and all the inventory in the drug store has been sold out, which has accumulated a lot of wealth for Jubao Pavilion.
However, Pavilion Master Qian did not rest until dark. He was still sorting out the accounts and thinking about which type of medicinal materials to focus on for the next purchase.
Since three years ago, the smile on the pavilion master's face seems to have changed. He almost stays up all night, earning wealth day after day, as if his greed is endless, and he doesn't know what he wants.
It was late at night, and the moon was high in the sky, emitting bright and soft moonlight. Master Qian returned to a private room in the backyard, dragging his body all fat.
At this time, he was still thinking: after this month, he can transfer a large amount of funds, and by joining forces with Lao Cai from Quyuncheng, the base of Tianji Palace can be expanded a few more places.
"Squeak!"
The sound of the door opening was extremely harsh in this quiet night, but Qian Duoduo had long been accustomed to it. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the lamp was still on.
"Well, it seems that my mind has been so busy recently that I even forgot to turn off the lights when I went out." He thought.
But then, he suddenly woke up: No, I seemed to have seen a few people under the light just now?
"snort!"
Qian Duoduo snorted coldly and emboldened himself. The Tongxuan Realm true energy that he had worked so hard to accumulate over the years was surging, and he looked at it again with a look that he thought was indifferent.
Hey, why is there a beautiful woman?
This was a beautiful young woman in a green dress. Seeing his gaze, she nodded curiously.
Moving further to the side, there is an old man with white beard and hair. Well, this old guy's eyes are very soft, and he doesn't look like a bad guy.
However, to the right of the old guy, there is a guy wearing a ferocious mask on his face, and it seems that there is a rich layer of blood around him. You must be careful, this guy must be a cold-faced and ruthless killer.
Finally, his eyes fell on a man in black robes in the middle, who was still smiling at him.
"hey-hey!"
Qian Duoduo grinned involuntarily. This figure looked familiar. He must have seen it somewhere before, right?
But the next moment.
"Ghost!"
Qian Duoduo stumbled backwards, and then he was about to slam the door out. Another voice came in his ear: "Qian Duoduo, come back!"
Of course Pavilion Master Qian would not listen. He flung out his arms and ran out with all his strength. However, his fat body seemed to be fixed on the spot by a terrifying force. No matter how he ran, he did not move at all.
"Money is a lot, it's me!"
The response from behind sounded again. How could Pavilion Master Qian dare to look back? He almost burst into tears:
"Master, please don't scare me! We all know that you died unjustly, but why didn't your ghost go to Pavilion Master Cai to trouble you instead of relying on me?"