Ling Mohan chased him out, but he came back after a while, and said apologetically to everyone: "The other party came and walked fast, and he couldn't see his whereabouts anymore." ”

The people of the Pharmacist Guild shook their heads one by one when they heard this, and President Yu sighed: "I don't blame you, the people of the Yama Hall are originally elusive, and their strength is also strong, and that young man is only targeted by them because of his talent for alchemy." ”

"What kind of force is the Yama Palace? Will my master be in danger? Cold Frost came to them and asked urgently.

The head of the black market walked over and said, "The power of the Yan Palace is even greater than that of the black market, whether it is a force that the Nebula Academy or the families of various places cannot provoke, then the Lord of Yan is a strong man who sees the head of the dragon and does not see the end, no one knows where the base of the Yan Palace is, and the little brother of the ghost doctor falls into their hands, I am afraid that it is more auspicious and less ......."

"No, it won't! My master will be fine! She shouted loudly, looking at the black market president with cold eyes: "You black market have to help me find the master!" ”

"Don't worry, we'll inquire about your master's whereabouts." President Ke didn't shirk this.

"You can rest assured, as far as I know, Yan Dian has arrested a lot of alchemists and pharmacists recently, maybe, your master will not be in danger." The president of the Pharmacist Guild said, sighing, a good elixir Dabi originally wanted to select talents, but who knew that it was made like this by the people of the Yan Palace.

The matter spread like a feather in the wind, making people sigh, and they were all speculating whether the man in red was alive or dead?

And, as night fell, a black figure quietly came to a mansion in a few vertical jumps.

"Knock on Lord Yama!"

Sixteen blackfriars in the courtyard saluted respectfully on one knee.

"Get up!"

The low and cold voice contained a powerful coercion, and with a flick of his robe, he sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, and when he turned around and sat down, his face was also revealed.

It was an astonishing handsome face, the facial features seemed to be finely carved from heaven, the facial contours were as clear as a knife, cold and hard but handsome, under the sword eyebrows, that pair of deep and mysterious eyes, restrained with a sharp and striking edge, just a glance, people involuntarily lowered their heads, not daring to meet his powerful black pupils containing powerful coercion and edge.

And under the tall nose, there is a thin and sexy lip, which is slightly pursed at this time, full of cold and breathing breath, noble as a god, and as domineering as the king of heaven and earth!

If Feng Jiu saw it at this time, he would definitely exclaim: Uncle Ling!

That's right, the master of this Yan Palace, Lord Yan, is none other than Ling Mohan that Feng Jiu is familiar with, and Ling Mohan is just a fake identity of him walking outside and entering the Nebula as a mentor, and the beard on his usual face is also pasted after careful processing, which is enough to be real.

"What's wrong with people?" Lord Yan asked in a calm voice, his deep voice revealing a hint of laziness and the momentum of the superior.

"Back to Lord Yan, the kid who was caught is still unconscious and hasn't woken up." A blackfriar said respectfully.

"Take care of people, and return to the Yan Palace with this gentleman tomorrow."

Hearing this, the sixteen black-clothed monks were all overjoyed: "The master is going back to the Yan Palace?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard the guards behind me exclaim: "Not good! That kid is going to run away! ”