Chapter 343: Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, a Little Sweet (46)

The people of the Tianyuan Sect are menacing, how can the people of the Lingyuan Sect sit idly by?

Sect Master Huo Zongyuan led a few elders to keep people out of the mountain gate.

"Elder Xin, there is no one you are looking for in this sect, please check it out before you come."

The Baguio Fairy pointed her sword at him unceremoniously: "I only ask you, if your sect has an inner disciple named Su Lanqing." ”

"Su Lanqing?" Huo Zongyuan felt that this name sounded familiar.

The elder beside him stepped forward and reminded softly:

"Sect Master, our sect does have a disciple named Su Lanqing, and he worships under Nie Feng's sect, but the fate card was shattered ten years ago."

It turned out to be her?

Huo Zongyuan remembered.

When the female disciple died, his son Nie Feng almost went crazy and fell into the devil's path.

So not long after, he brought back a little girl named Su Qiao from outside, and when he accepted a named disciple, he chose to turn a blind eye.

Huo Zongyuan turned his head and glanced at Nie Feng behind him, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

It's just a woman, I originally thought that after so many years, he had forgotten about it, but I didn't expect it

The Baguio fairy snorted coldly: "Hmph, that's right." ”

"Ten years ago, this did not die, she was trapped in the secret realm of the Northern Regions, and when the secret realm opened again this time, she killed my daughter and took her body."

A hint of gloom flashed in Nie Feng's eyes, he took a step forward and said very strongly: "What evidence do you have?" ”

Seeing him, Baguio's eyes could erupt with fire, and looking at his eyes, he couldn't wait to eat him alive: "This is now in your Spirit Sword Peak!" ”

"Proof, huh? Then I'll show you the evidence. ”

As she spoke, she opened the burning stone with her divine sense, and a picture of the two mothers and daughters of the Su family suddenly appeared in the air.

"Hmph, do you think that the old lady has no evidence and will directly kill your Lingyuan Sect?"

"What else do you have to say?"

Seeing Nie Feng, Elder Xin was also full of anger.

"Sect Master Huo, we didn't mean to get along with your Lingyuan Sect, but I and Baguio are just such a daughter, but now we have become like this, if you change you, can you stop there?"

The Baguio fairy held a long sword in her hand, and her face was murderous: "Don't talk nonsense with them"

"If you don't hand over that slut today, even if the old lady fights for her life today, she will break into this Lingyuan Sect."

"I want to see how powerful his Lingyuan Sect is! How domineering! ”

After figuring out the ins and outs, Huo Zongyuan hurriedly reassured: "Baguio Fairy, please be calm and don't be impatient, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter." ”

As he spoke, he looked at his son Nie Feng sternly: "Hand over the people!" ”

"Sect Master" Nie Feng's face was very ugly.

Knowing this, he wouldn't take Qingqing back to the sect.

There is no dilemma now.

However, no matter what, Qingqing must not be handed over to them.

He finally lost it and regained it, how could he lose it again?

Huo Zongyuan was angry and anxious.

His son, his qualifications are rare in hundreds of years, and his cultivation is also very perceptive, he has always had high hopes, and the only drawback is that he is too emotional.

When that female disciple died ten years ago, he was greatly relieved.

It's just that I didn't expect that today, ten years later, the female disciple would run back with a ghost.

"Nie Feng, you are the most potential junior of the sect in recent years."

"With your qualifications, it is not impossible to break through the Mahayana period and ascend to the upper realm, so why should you cut off your future for the sake of a little apprentice?"

Several elders also echoed each other, however, Nie Feng was unmoved.

This makes many people puzzled.

"yes, isn't it just a female disciple?"

The melodious sound, like the spring water trickling down the slate, is unhurried and crisp and pleasant.

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