In the main hall of the Shura Palace, Sang Moyu, who was facing a group of hot eyes, had no pressure, he was lying on his side, and the half-section of the mask that should have been worn on his face had long been thrown into which corner he had thrown into it.

The eyes are slightly narrowed, the lips are like a spring breeze smile, the flawless face carries a look that seems to understand, one hand supports the head, the other hand does not know what is being pinched to play, most of the body is retracted into the seat, bent into an 's' shape, the calves are placed on the armrests at will, shaking a few times from time to time, and the whole person is full of sultry style from head to toe.

Except for Fei Yi's distorted face, everyone in the dark hall standing below stared at Sang Moyu motionless with starry eyes, as if they were meeting their master for the first time.

The master seems to be different from usual, roar, what did they find, how do they feel that the current image of the master is so much like the legendary Sichun boy.

If Fei Yi knew that the brothers of the dark hall arranged the master's gossip like this, he would definitely slap one of them, and then scold them for hanging their birthday star for a long time, don't think that growing up with the master since childhood, you can be lawless.

Although...... Ahem...... The master is indeed ...... Ahem, he didn't say anything, he didn't know anything.

Sang Moyu, who completely ignored the existence of everyone in the dark hall, didn't know that in the past, he had established in the hearts of everyone, and the image of murderous nature had collapsed, and his mind had flown away from the clouds in the morning, and he had not come back until now.

"Master, cough cough, the matter has been investigated clearly, as the master expected, a few days ago, the people of the Yin clan approached the Tibetan Snow Mountain Villa to offer cooperation, and let the people of the Tibetan Snow Mountain Villa find a way to attack the Shura Hall and the main headquarters of the Shaying Sect, and find the Heavenly Order and the Wind and Rain Linglin, after the matter is completed, they will help the Tibetan Snow Mountain Villa to eradicate dissidents and unify the rivers and lakes."

Fei Yi's tone was a little dignified, to a certain extent, the four ancient Yin clans had unique abilities, and they had already surpassed the scope of ordinary people.

I can't imagine how terrible they are, and if they were to fight them, they wouldn't have a chance of winning.

As soon as Fei Yi's voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly became depressed, and Sang Moyu finally came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on Fei Yi lightly.

"Oh? It's a lot of fun, snatching things and getting home. Then do you know who is the leader of the Yin Clan? ”

Fei Yiyan heard this, and with a chuckle in his heart, he knew that the master would definitely ask, and after hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth and chose to say it.

"Yin Clan's young master Yin Ziyuan."

Click-The object that Sang Moyu held in the palm of his hand made a crisp sound.

"Are you sure?" Sang Moyu's whole face was gloomy and terrifying, and his dark eyes were full of endless anger.

“…… Yes, although Yin Ziyuan has made a little disguise, the master should know the ability of the streamer, so ......"

Fei Yi's voice became smaller and smaller, the cold sweat on his forehead accumulated more and more, and he could faintly feel the air pressure in the entire space drop at a frightening speed, and the heavy pressure overwhelmed everyone, he seriously suspected that if this continued, these people present would soon suffocate to death.

There was a buzz in his head, and just when everyone felt that they were about to faint, Sang Moyu suddenly sneered.

"Hehe, as the saying goes, it's fun to have friends from afar, and old friends come from afar, and there is no reason why the deity can't see it."

"Hide the Snow Villa, hehe, excellent, really excellent."

The name Yin Ziyuan...... After so many years, once he heard it, he still had the urge to kill like crazy.

Sang Moyu spread out his palm, blew lightly at it, and then the objects that were broken into powder foam scattered everywhere.

Then he flew down the platform and walked out without looking back.

Fei Yi wiped a cold sweat, and looked at his wayward master after throwing a mess to himself, regardless of the dashing and departing figure, he felt depressed in his heart.

Was he born to work hard? It's not right, his yin is the personal guard of the master, and the aftermath of the palace should not be in his charge.

Besides, although his master is strong enough, the hatred between these two people is too deep, and he is afraid that his master will lose his mind, and he will fall into Yin Ziyuan's way if he is not careful.

Thinking of this, Fei Yi was so anxious that he hurriedly turned his head and ordered everyone: "I am going to chase the master now, you should quickly go and ask for the blood order to find a way to inform the other hall masters, so that they can hurry to the Tibetan Snow Mountain Villa to join us."

"Yes, hall master."

Fei Yiyan nodded, and immediately turned around and chased in the direction of Sang Moyu.

At the same time, Youyu Lingshuang also received the news and was rushing to the Tibetan Snow Mountain Villa.

The two met unexpectedly again......