What did he do during the three or four years he left? It is said that he traveled through the Dalmaska Desert in search of the true meaning of divine powers, and brought back many special products and even many real realizations. Everything about him is so real, so real that people can't doubt it, at least so that public opinion in the rivers and lakes can't doubt it, but everything he does can't convince Yinchen.

Yinchen never believed that Lei Batian's disciple would dare to do anything, anything, behind this supposedly strong and domineering master.

And he was in Blood Yang City, he had witnessed the duel between Lin Caiyi and Lei Jiuxuan, and he also knew about this grudge afterwards. He knew that Lei Batian had a bit of a real man's backbone, and he would definitely bite Lei Jiuxuan's matter and track it down to the end, so he wouldn't have any time to do so many good deeds.

It was even more impossible for Silver Dust to believe that Lei Batian would not know that Lei Jiuxuan had an accident.

Therefore, there is only one possibility, that is, Lei Batian, like Lei Jiuxuan, serves the slaves of Jianzhou.

He knows this, but he can't say it, even if he is the world's first forging master, but he is not the world's first grandmaster, the matter of the martial arts of the Jianghu sect, he can intervene but can't intervene, even if he encourages many people to say this, it is impossible to have more people than Lei Batian can instigate, more weight, in the rivers and lakes where the righteous path is declining and the demon road is prosperous, most of us are an adopted son, as long as they can generally maintain a hypocritical face, then they can be regarded as the best and most righteous heroes, whoever dares to expose this skin is the evil demon alien who the whole world crusades together, and at this time, the righteous path has long been squeezed to the point that the snail lives in the Blood Yang City, I don't dare to show my identity when I go out. If you are right, if you are in the silver dust, you can naturally be ignored by others, or you can be arbitrarily taken out of context and slandered and tampered with.

If it weren't for the sound of the righteous path not being revealed, why would the Moon Spirit be so embarrassed? If they voted for the Xuantian Pavilion, how could the slaves of Jianzhou dare to chase and kill them for thousands of miles?

So, it's not that Yinchen doesn't want to say it at this time, but he can't say it, he knows that at this moment, every move of everyone in the hall is silently watched, although he is not afraid, but he doesn't want to stir up the world before the main drama starts.

Soon after the man went out, a group of women wearing colorful gauze skirts and a small black iron box hanging from their waists came up and poured tea and water for them, and even changed all the cold dishes on the table, whether they had been touched or not, as if they were really enjoying some great feast. Yinchen casually glanced at these young women with graceful bodies, carrying heavy iron boxes on their backs and still moving lightly, and saw that they all had the same slender eyebrows and eyes, and there was no lack of delicate and delicate spirit in their supple expressions, not at all like the Jianzhou women who were simply soft and timid. His heart tightened slightly, and his face was not too coppery, just because he could see that these women were all from Lingxiu Water Town in the south of the Santu River, and they might all be girls from scholarly families.

The iron box behind them was as heavy as the shackles of fate, and there was no room for any weapons to hide.

That is the slave lock of great talent, the symbol of the slave of Jianzhou.

There was only a faint, constriction-like sting in his heart, and he generally knew that these girls were burdened with supreme sorrow and grievances in their hearts, just like the daughters of Blood Yang City who still chose to commit suicide after the defeat of the slaves in Jianzhou.

It's just that there will never be another Blood Sun City in this world.

Around Pershing, or in the southern hinterland under the rule of the Seventh Dynasty, while Wenhua was at its peak, it was gradually losing its toughness, and most of these girls and their families thought that fate was like this, and they couldn't blame anyone, and they couldn't have the courage to fight to the death like the residents of Blood Yang City.

And Silver Dust, even though he had a thousand times the strength of Blood Yang City at that time, he couldn't save them.

What can be saved?

These women thought that their families had spent a lot of money and took the initiative to send them over to be slaves, and their chastity was all attributed to the Jianzhou slaves, and the personal relationship was bound to the Jianzhou slaves, how could he save them?

Even if you are a god, you can't control people's hearts.

Thinking about it like this, he felt a little depressed, and in the moment of distraction, a woman suddenly came out of nowhere, walked straight up to him, and said softly: "This son, our son is invited." ”

Her words froze an entire table.

Silver Dust raised his eyes and looked at the delicate and lovely little maid standing six feet away, with her hands hanging and her head down. I couldn't help frowning slightly.

This maid is different from others, she is a real Jianzhou woman.

But the feeling she gave to Yinchen was very strange, this strangeness was not because she didn't show any hostility at all, let alone killing intent, but it made Yinchen feel that she was very strange.

Silver Dust raised his hand and pressed down on the air.

His actions organized Li Shengyang, who wanted to stand up, and Yixuanzi and Zhang Baisheng, who almost wanted to burst out and kill people.

As a Dharma God, he had clearly sensed that in the corner of this hall, there was a deep and surging vigilance and killing intent.

These killing intents have nothing to do with this woman, these killing intents exist in some deliberately candlelight-inflicted shadows, which are incomparably deeper, and the content is far more than a shadow.

The entire Tongshen Pavilion is not an open hall at all.

Except for the one wall against the door, there are more walls behind the other three walls, more rooms, dark rooms, all the secret doors, also open in the shadows, disguised as all sorts of unexpected things.

In short, it is structurally suitable for ambushes, no matter what kind of ambush it is.

The killing intent revealed in those ambushes was condensed but not dispersed, but it was not aimed at anyone, or rather, in fact, at everyone.

For all those who don't listen to instructions.

Silver Dust was a little unhappy, he actually didn't understand very much, or very much agreed with the world's warriors' pursuit of the White Dragon List. "It's obviously not a heavenly list. He sneered, but did not immediately reply to the maid.

The candlelight around him seemed to be shaking again, as if the candles on the lampstand that was closer to him were not honest.

He didn't understand why people in the world were eager to flock to the White Dragon List, and he didn't know how important the name on this list was, he only felt that everyone in the world was stupid, and he wouldn't have thought that a White Dragon List was the best bait to attract celebrities from all over the world to gather in the Tongshen Pavilion and throw themselves into the net.

It seems that together with the righteous path, no matter what kind of sinister trap is laid by Jianzhou Nu'er or Yue Huang, the boxers have to break into it.

He was silent, feeling that in the shadows in the distance, there seemed to be a gathering of superfluous gazes, which were full of warning and a hint of murderous intent.

And the maid stood before him, not walking, not speaking, not moving, as if patience was almost infinite.

"Is this in order? Is this Tongshen Pavilion also a place to select talented people for all of you?" Yinchen's voice sounded softly, hoarse with a seductive magnetism, and this voice was like a gust of wind, blowing away the heavy atmosphere that was gradually gathering.

"Gongzi Mingjian, here is indeed allowed to invite young talents, and if you can talk about it, you can be a guest. The maid's voice was crisp, calm and determined. Silver Dust could feel several suppressed and humiliating anger rising up behind him.

Everyone at this table knows who Yinchen is, knows that he is definitely not rare to be a guest to anyone related to Jianzhou Nu'er, and knows that no one in this world has the qualifications to make Yinchen a guest.

Including Zhao Guangyi.

But now, the slaves of Jianzhou dare to bully the door like this!

In the hall, there seemed to be a flickering silence of gold and iron.

Yinchen had already felt that in Zhang Baisheng's sleeves, the battle current was surging, and the battle flow was also mixed with this sharp and rigid iron tool, and these iron tools were moving silently, so that there would be a silent feeling like the symphony of gold and iron.

Silver Dust had no choice but flick his fingers down his sleeve.

The magic of the arcane energy burned, purple points of light rose from the shadows under his feet, and everyone behind him stiffened at the same time, and Zhang Baisheng's face turned red.

"Sect Master!"

"The son of a daughter can't sit down?" doesn't mean much to me. Silver Dust stood up.

Why did he decide to go with the maid? not because he had the courage to go into the tiger's den alone, though his courage was almost overflowing, but because he saw the maid's headdress, the shape of the golden step, which he was familiar with.

I don't think I've seen anyone wearing something like this a while ago.

He understood that the person who invited him must be someone he knew or knew him, not some arrogant son, and in a small place like Ying Tianfu, no one should dare to openly recruit the Holy Hand of Forging to his subordinates.

Unless that person is an emperor.

But isn't it more convenient for the emperor to recruit people and pass on a holy decree?

He stood up, turned around and said to Li Shengyang: "Before you start, swallow your anger and take care of the people around you, Wan Jianxin is here, and you are still in charge, understand?"

Li Shengyang nodded vigorously, and the part below his neck couldn't move.

Silver Dust's fingers fluttered again in his sleeve, the purple halo retracted into the shadows beneath his feet, and everyone's muscles were no longer stiff, but no one showed any dissatisfaction, dissuasion, or questioning.

In the right path, it doesn't matter who is the leader of the action, because the merit and difficulties belong to everyone, and there is no such thing as a leader taking the merit of the war, and it has nothing to do with the entanglement of interests, just because they are on the right path.

The rules of the righteous path seem harsh and impersonal, but that is the basic framework of being a human being, and even these are violated, so don't be a human being, just be an animal.

The eyes of the righteous way to look at the devil's way are the eyes of people looking at animals, and even if they can't keep the harsh rules all the time, at least they have complied with them, and those who think that the rules are too harsh and impersonal, so they have no taboos, will one day die under their own madness.

Such as Jianzhou slaves.

Such as the Holy Water pie.

Such as the Interpretation of the Sect.

Such as the Romans chrysanthemum, which was buried with the Seventh Dynasty, and the blazing white peony.

Kindness is never an excuse, and justice is never glory. The so-called righteous path in the world has been a luxury since ancient times, and only those who are willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood deserve it.

Yinchen turned to look at them, looked at everyone's confident and calm expressions, smiled reassuringly, and then turned to the maid and whispered, "Lead the way." ”

The maid was deeply blessed, and walked ahead without saying anything, Yinchen watched her turn and walk forward, and a bright light flashed in her silver pupils.

The iron box behind the maid shook violently the moment she turned around, and it was impossible for a woman who was carrying a big talent slave lock and needed to trap her lumbar spine with such a lock to prevent the war spirit from crawling into her brain along her spine.

The Dacai slave lock, almost connected to the flesh and skin, trapped in the battle spirit, so it will hang very firmly on the back waist, and there will be no unnecessary shaking in the tumbling fight, and the simple action of turning around makes this box-like lock shake several times, almost crooked, which is simply fatal for a real artificial chosen one of Jianzhou slaves.

It's not a trivial matter for a war spirit to climb up the spine.

But the maid only reached out and helped the big talent slave lock, as if she was unaware that the iron lock that saved her life was about to fall. In the eyes of Silver Dust, there is only one possibility.

The lock is forged, and it may really be an iron box.

Thinking of this, Yinchen was inexplicably a little happy in his heart, but when he thought of such a soft maid running around with a heavy iron box on her back all day, that little joy dimmed.

Running with a tin on your back is not a punishment, but it is not an easy job after all. Silver Dust could only hope that the maid's iron box contained something really useful and had to be carried.

While he was thinking like this, his steps were not slow, and he followed the maid in three or two steps.

The group of righteous paths behind him stared at him blankly, their eyes full of astonishment.

It wasn't until he walked to the gate and the maid gently opened the incomparably thick gate, which also looked like some kind of armor, that Li Shengyang's voice sounded in a low voice: "I'm not mistaken......, right? Just laughed a little?"

"I did laugh a little. Zhang Baisheng covered his heart: "No, no, no! I'm going to fall! It's so beautiful, oh my God!" he said and turned to Yixuanzi.

"Stay away from me!You dead broken sleeves!" Yixuanzi pushed him away vigorously, and he fell towards Li Shengyang again, Li Shengyang held him and said loudly in his ear: "First of all, I only like girls!"

"I really want to be a girl!" Zhang Baisheng wailed, "What's the matter? Do you often see the sect master laughing?"

"Only the Sect Master's wife has such treatment, right? Yi Xuanzi laughed at himself with a broken face: "The entire East China Sea Secret Realm has been so many days, I haven't seen him laugh a little." Hey, the sect master is good at everything, but he is too serious, standing in front of him, he is more nervous than standing in front of Uncle Wan. ”

"Yes, everyone in the rivers and lakes says that he is an iceberg, but his temperament is actually quite attractive. Li Shengyang held his cheek with one hand: "Speaking of which, I used to hate him for a while, but after meeting him, I knew that I was wrong, and some people and others are not qualified to blame." ”