The first thousand two hundred and thirty-nine chapters one month period
Tianmei Group.
The top floor is a simple decoration and facing the east is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall, which has excellent lighting.
Behind the desk, Ye Ziqin, wearing a white suit and long black hair, was looking at the documents on the desk. With her current thinking and ability, she could make the most correct judgment almost instantly.
Making complex judgments and decisions in your mind.
Cultivation is not just about cultivating the body, but most importantly, cultivating the soul. The soul is a person's sea of consciousness and divine thoughts. Although Ye Ziqin has not yet entered the foundation-building stage, her appearance is achieved by practicing and absorbing spiritual energy for a long time.
It is more flexible, and its thinking and judging calculation ability is also greatly improved.
Dongdong ~
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Zhuo's guests are here."
The office door knocked open, and a woman with a work sign hanging on her chest stood at the door.
In addition to her, there is another tall and strong man, the most eye-catching thing is his bare head.
"Okay, you go out first." Ye Ziqin said lightly, then got up from the chair and walked to the reception sofa, "Who are you?"
"Are you Mr. Ye, Zhuo Bufan's wife?" The bald man looked calm and his voice had a heavy feeling.
"Well, are you Xiaofan's friend?"
Ye Ziqin nodded gently and reached out her hand politely and signaled: "Please sit down, what do you need to drink?"
"No need to drink anything. I'm ordered by the owner to come and tell you something. Zhuo Bufan entered the prison tower four months ago and was sucked into the tower by a strange black vortex. I hope... Mr. Ye
You can be mentally prepared." The bald man said slowly.
Ye Ziqin opened her clear eyes wide and pursed her thin lips, "You mean Xiaofan..."
"Of course, Zhuo Bufan hasn't come out yet, and he is not sure about his life or death for the time being." The bald man added.
Zhuo Bufan had already told Ye Ziqin about going to the Prison Tower and the Zhuque Martial Arts Hall. Therefore, Ye Ziqin did not call Zhuo Bufan in the past few months, but he did not expect Zhuquen to
The martial arts hall will personally send someone to notify him.
"Xiaofan will definitely be fine." Ye Ziqin's white palms bent slightly, and she raised her head and said, "I believe Xiaofan will definitely come back. He promised me to be fine and it will definitely be fine."
"Well, the owner and I believe he will definitely come out." Badao nodded, and what surprised him was that Ye Ziqin was not as excited as he had imagined after hearing this news, and she was disobedient. This woman was very strong.
At this moment, Badao suddenly frowned and said, "Mr. Ye, there are a few very powerful auras appearing in the building."
Ye Ziqin's face also changed slightly. Although she was not strong, she could sense certain auras.
"You can't go in..."
"Bang!"
There was a sound of collision in the corridor, and the office door opened and a group of people walked in slowly.
The leader was an old man wearing a tall crown and a wide belt, wearing an ancient man, with long silver-gray hair draped under him, and behind him was a dozen men in black suits.
The old man in the head exuded a heart-wrenching aura, and the mountains were as bright as the sea, making people feel that he was standing here, everything around him seemed to be dark, only he was as dazzling as the sun, like a god
The existence.
"Who are you?"
Badao clenched his fists, frowned his eyebrows, stared coldly at the old man in the lead, and his beast-like aura was displayed without hesitation.
"Haha, I didn't even step in the star wheel mirror, so I dared to talk to me?" The old man with silver-gray hair snorted coldly, and suddenly a powerful pressure surged from all directions to eight roads, like sea water.
.
The strong pressure made Badao extremely uncomfortable. The bones in the body were squeezed out, and a red look surged on his face.
"Plop!"
Eight deadly resisted, but obviously, the old man was much stronger than him. Even if he tried his best, it seemed like a slut, shaking a tree, until he couldn't help but kneel on the ground with a thud, his knees were
Two deep pits were smashed on the hard ground.
"weak."
The old man with silver-gray hair spit out a word and stopped looking at Badao, but instead looked at Ye Ziqin's body and said lightly: "Your name is Ye Ziqin?"
"Who are you?"
Ye Ziqin stared at the other party with her spiritual eyes, without showing any weakness. These people were not good and did not come.
"I am the sect leader of Qingxuan Sect. Where is Zhuo Bufan now? He killed his two sons, and I am here to take his life today." said the sect leader of Qingxuan.
"The leader of Qingxuan Sect?" Ye Ziqin glared, but she didn't expect that the other party would come to find Zhuo Bufan at this time.
The Sect Master Qingxuan sneered: "Ye Ziqin, you were originally the goddess of Miaoxue Divine Palace. You also had an engagement with my son Qingxuan. I didn't expect you to join forces with outsiders to kill my son, Humph!"
"I am not the goddess of Miaoxue Divine Palace. You just want to use me as a cauldron." Ye Ziqin gritted her teeth, and her white and weak palms held each other tightly.
"Zhuo Bufan...is not here!"
Badao gritted his teeth, because he had to bear the invisible pressure, it made his face flush and his words flushed.
"Hmm? He's not here."
A palm made of green spiritual energy suddenly stretched out from the body of the Master Qingxuan, jumped to Badao, grabbed his neck, lifted him up from the ground, and left his feet off the ground, "Tell me where he is."
?In this heaven and earth, if I want him to die, no one can save him.”
"Zhuo Bufan is in the Jiuzhou Secret Realm. If you have the strength, you can enter the Jiuzhou Secret Realm and declare war with the three major martial arts halls..." Badao had red eyes, and his voice was cold.
"Haha, Jiuzhou Secret Realm? Do you think I am really afraid of you martial arts schools?"
There was a cold look in the eyes of the Sect Master Qingxuan, "Go and tell Zhuo Bufan, I'll give him a month. If he doesn't want to see his relatives die in my hands, come and fight, otherwise, I will go and fight every day.
Kill a relative of him until he appears!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy that had clamped the eight necks disappeared, and eight thuds fell to the ground with a thud.
"Cough cough..." Badao knelt on the floor and coughed violently.
"Bang!"
Immediately, the huge glass wall in the office was shot toward the east instantly, and countless broken glass fragments scattered like bullets, part of which fell on the floor of the office.
The Master Qingxuan and the dozen men behind him turned into light and rushed out into the sky.
In a bustling city, when a group of people fly out of the building, it naturally attracts the attention of countless people.
"Then...that's the flying man?"
"I'm going, is this a movie?"
"Hurry up, take out your phone and take a video. I'm going to post it online. I'm going to be popular!"
On the ground, many people looked up at the sky, took out their mobile phones to take photos or videos, thinking that the Internet was spreading at a speed, and believed that the video would soon spread throughout the Dragon Kingdom. (To be continued)