Time passed, and two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Yang Yifan has been living in seclusion in the old wine villa, with Han Yaolong, a dozen or so drunkards, he will not be lonely, the banquet continues, and it is rare to enjoy two days of relaxation.

On this day, there was finally news from the Demon Soul Valley.

"Brother Yang, I found it!"

Han Yaolong came to Yang Yifan with a spring breeze on his face and spoke excitedly.

"Oh?!"

Yang Yifan stood up, his eyes flashing.

Wei Yaolong didn't sell Guan Zi, and said bluntly: "According to the intelligence, there are three sects designated by the four chairmen to enter the Demon Soul Valley this time, all of which are front-line forces, namely the Qinglian Sect, the Lianyun Sect, and the Tiger Sect!" ”

"Tiger Gate?!"

Hearing these three words, a chill flashed in Yang Yifan's eyes.

Tiger Gate! Wang Heihu!

Yang Yifan will never forget the stumbling block that this king black tiger gave him!

Sensing the change in Yang Yifan's expression, Wei Yaolong was silent and did not speak.

With the fall of the Sword Gate, some unknown secrets have gradually surfaced, such as the fact that the king of the Black Tiger plotted to frame the Sword Gate, which is no longer a secret.

Although the group of people in the old wine villa are too lazy to pay attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes, it does not mean that they are isolated from the world, so Wei Yaolong naturally understands why Yang Yifan's eyes are cold.

"When will they leave, and where is the specific location of the Demon Soul Valley?"

Yang Yifan narrowed his eyes and asked.

Wei Yaolong thought for a moment and said, "I only know that they will meet at the original Cultivator Association Mansion at twelve o'clock tomorrow at noon, as for the specific location, this is not clear. ”

"I'm sorry to trouble Brother Wei."

Yang Yifan clenched his fists and spoke, his eyes showing gratitude.

"Brother Yang, what are you talking about, I'm out there." Wei Yaolong waved his hand, looking a little ashamed: "We can't help with anything else, we can only help you here." ”

Yang Yifan said: "Brother Wei doesn't have to blame himself, these are enough, as for the rest, I can handle it myself." ”

Wei Yaolong nodded and said seriously: "If there is anything else to use in our Old Wine Villa, Brother Yang, you can just speak!" ”

"Good!"

Yang Yifan nodded seriously.

……

Early the next morning.

The sky was bright, Yang Yifan simply dressed up, quietly left the Old Wine Villa, and rushed in the direction of the Cultivators Association Building.

The Cultivators' Association is located at the intersection of Chaoying District and Xicheng District, and the building of more than twenty floors can be said to be relatively grand, but it has no reputation because it avoids attracting too much attention from ordinary people.

Although the headquarters of the Cultivators Association has now been moved to Jianmen Mountain, the Cultivators' Association building is still heavily guarded, and idlers have not entered.

Yang Yifan came to the vicinity of the Cultivator Association Building, found a hotel, opened a room casually, and observed the movement at the door of the Cultivator Mansion through the window.

It was quickly half-past eleven.

The originally deserted cultivator building suddenly became a little lively, and dozens of Mercedes-Benz businesses came from all directions, and they were parked in a uniform parking space at the entrance of the building.

The car door opened, and two or three hundred people walked out of dozens of cars.

The leader is a middle-aged man in his forties, this person's facial contours are like knife cuts, sharp edges and corners, and there is a little green mangin in the center of his eyebrows.

This person walks like a tiger, with a strong aura, although he does not deliberately reveal the slightest breath, but he has a powerful aura that is not angry and arrogant, and at first glance he is a person who has been in a high position for a long time.

When he arrived, several guards waiting at the door of the Cultivator Mansion hurriedly greeted him and greeted him with a respectful voice:

"Welcome to the Qinglian Sect Master."

This person is the leader of the Qinglian Sect, Qinglian Zi!

Ever since he sat on the throne of the Qinglian Sect Master, he had been using this name, and no one cared what his real name was.

Thousands of meters away, Yang Yifan stood on the balcony with a slightly cold face.

Although he was not in Yanjing when the Sword Gate was besieged last time, it would not affect him at all to learn what happened from Lu Shenqing afterwards, and this Qinglian Sect and Qinglian Zi were also part of the original encirclement and suppression of the Sword Gate!

In fact, the Tiger Sect, the Blue Lotus Sect, and the Lianyun Sect were all cutting-edge forces that had surrounded and suppressed the Sword Sect!

In other words, these three sects are all enemies of Yang Yifan!

As for why these three sects are coming, Yang Yifan doesn't think it's a coincidence, obviously, these three sects are probably already wearing the same pants as the four chairmen, so they were arranged to encircle and suppress the Demon Soul Valley!

Restraining the chill in his eyes, Yang Yifan's face returned to indifference, and he continued to watch quietly.

After going through so many things, he had long understood the truth that joy and anger were invisible, and these three sects would definitely pay the price they deserved, but not now.

Before entering the Demon Soul Valley, Yang Yifan could hold back all the killing intentions in his heart.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Cultivators' Association Building, the voices of two guards rang out:

The chairman has explained, after you come, Sect Master Qinglian, you can enter the building first to rest for a while. ”

"Hmm."

Qinglianzi nodded faintly, waved her big sleeves, and walked towards the building with a black pressure disciple.

"Squeak—"

"Huh!"

At this moment, a series of screeching brakes sounded, and immediately after, nearly thirty luxury cars stopped in front of the Cultivator Building.

"Bang!"

The car door opened, and down stepped a trembling old man, with white hair and beard, old age spots on his face, wrinkles, thin body, and very short, looking like an old man drooping on the street.

But seeing this person, Qinglianzi stopped, turned around, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, I haven't seen you for a while, but Master Zhou's demeanor is still the same." ”

The old man surnamed Zhou is the sect master of Lianyun Sect, Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai's name is very strange, his personality is even stranger, and he can even be said to be extremely tyrannical, on the surface he is a breezy old man, but if anyone provokes him, he will definitely die a miserable death.

glanced at Qinglian Zi lightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhou Kai's mouth: "Qinglian Sect Master is still so high-spirited, I don't know how many years you can last with this skin?" ”

Zhou Kai's words obviously had a deep meaning, and after Qinglianzi heard it, his face was slightly cold.

But just as he was about to speak, more than a dozen cars came and stopped in front of the two.

"Bang!"

The car door opened, and Wang Heihu walked down with a rebellious face.

Qinglianzi hurriedly put Zhou Kai aside and greeted him: "The head of the king is really still the head of the king, it is really powerful." ”

Zhou Kai also stepped forward: "I've seen the head of the king." ”

This Qinglianzi and Zhou Kai are both in the late stage of the seventh layer of the foundation, which is a little worse than Wang Heihu, who is the eighth layer of the foundation, so they have to be polite at this moment.

Hearing the words of the two, Wang Heihu laughed, and immediately walked towards the building with an arrogant face. ()

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