Then Xiao Feng, Cai Yundie, Tang Taitong and others also returned to Jingcheng in their respective duties, and under the leadership of Bai Qing, Wen Qingye came to a large building halfway up the mountain outside Luoyun City.

This building is full of ancient charm, but the equipment is extremely sound, the real mountain, the pool, the corridor waist manhui, the pavilions and pavilions, just like a paradise.

Wen Qingye came to the living room of the other courtyard, and found that the five elders and Nie Tiandong were there, but there were still four people he hadn't seen.

When everyone found out that he was coming, they got up one after another and said in unison, "Hello altar master!"

Regardless of whether these people's cries are sincere or not, they all make people feel comfortable listening to them anyway, Wen Qingye smiled and said, "I'm really sorry, I've slept for so long."

Lei Zhenxiong glanced at Wen Qingye, and then praised: "Although it has been a little longer, your performance has not disappointed Old Altar Master Li, and it has greatly surprised us."

For Wen Qingye, Lei Zhenxiong likes and appreciates it more and more.

Li Bo snorted coldly: "If you don't let us down, then we have to talk about it later, it's too early to say it now."

As soon as Li Bo's words fell, a middle-aged woman who Wen Qingye had never seen stood up and said coldly: "Now that the altar master has been elected, what's the use of talking about this? There are still three years to teach him more martial arts, improve some of his cultivation, and save people when the time comes, I still have something to do, and I don't have time to play with children."

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she was about to get up and leave.

"Stop!"

Lei Zhenxiong was furious, pointed at the middle-aged woman and said, "What kind of attitude do you have, is this your attitude towards the altar master? Do you know that this is a great rebellion?"

"Don't crush me with a big hat that is a big rebellion"

The middle-aged woman walked back with a gloomy face, and then pointed at Wen Qingye and said, "Look, if you elders don't have presbyopia, take a closer look, is this the bullshit altar master you selected? The cultivation of the second-grade golden immortal, what can a little monkey cub who hasn't cleaned his hair clean? Why do you let me listen to the command of the little cub? What contribution does he have to our Red Maple Twelve Altars to sit on the altar master?"

Bai Qing walked to Wen Qingye's side at this time, lowered his voice and said: "This middle-aged woman is called Luo Yu, she is the branch altar master of the Nine Netherworld Quiet Wind Palace, and the other three are also the branch altar masters, there are many masters under him, his strength is strong, and his personal strength is also extremely extraordinary."

Wen Qingye nodded, and then indifferently sat down in the seat where Luo Yu was sitting, looking at the three people: "Who else doesn't want to play with the little monkey cub can stand up"

Seeing this, everyone's faces changed, especially Luo Yu, who felt that Wen Qingye didn't put himself in his eyes at all, pointed at him, the corners of his mouth moved but he still didn't speak, and walked away.

The remaining three Altar Masters were also eager to get up and leave.

Wen Qingye smiled faintly and said, "If you want to go, you are all the overlords of one side, your cultivation is profound, and you have these countless feats in the twelve altars of the Red Maple in the Nine Netherworlds, you don't need to put my 'little monkey cub' in your eyes at all!"

Hearing Wen Qingye say this, the three of them glanced at each other, and finally stayed and sat down in their original positions.

The hall was silent.

Wen Qingye gently raised a cup of tea and took a sip, then looked at everyone and smiled: "Since the three of you stayed, you must be willing to make friends with me Wen Qingye, in this case, you can introduce some of yourself."

The three of them wanted to look at each other again, not knowing whether Wen Qingye was a fool or a scheming person, and then got up in turn and said, "Luye Hall Sect Master, Zhao Changfeng"

"The master of the 100-yuan hall of the altar, the Changsu Daoist"

"Xuantian Palace's altar master, don't be a guest"

When Nie Tiandong saw it, he also stood up and said, "I am the branch altar master of the Cloud Palace, Nie Tiandong."

Wen Qingye kept their names in his heart, stood up and said: "I'm going to go inside to see the old altar master now, I have set up a banquet tomorrow night, I hope you can all be there, of course, I also hope that you can help me tell the impolite Luo Yu branch altar master, and say: I am very much looking forward to her arrival!"

After speaking, Wen Qingye walked out of the hall with a smile and walked towards the inside of the courtyard, Bai Qing hurriedly followed, and sighed: "The master of the Luo Yu branch altar is the old man of the twelve altars of red maple, and he is usually used to flying and domineering, except for the old altar master in the door, I'm afraid no one can suppress him."

Wen Qingye's face instantly became gloomy, and he sneered: "No one dares to point at my nose and scold me, this is the case in the Cloud Palace, and it must be the same in the Twelve Altars of Red Maple!"

As he spoke, the teacup in Wen Qingye's hand had been deformed, and it directly became a piece of powder and fell to the ground, Bai Qing looked at the teacup that had already been kneaded by Wen Qingye and turned into white powder, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Wen Qingye walked through the long corridor and came to Li Tianhong's room, and several masters of the Red Maple Twelve Altars guarding the door saw Wen Qingye, and they all respectfully hugged their fists and said, "Altar Master!"

Wen Qingye nodded indifferently, and then asked, "Can I go in now?"

The master of the Red Maple Twelve Altars nodded, and said, "Yes, the old altar master has ordered, if the altar master comes, just go in directly."

Wen Qingye smiled, then pushed open the door and walked in, at this time Li Tianhong was lying quietly on the bed, there was no one around, Wen Qingye sat directly next to him.

Li Tianhong saw Wen Qingye, smiled lightly, and said, "Boy, you're here."

Wen Qingye nodded, glanced at Li Tianhong's body, and said with concern: "Well, old man, how is the injury?"

"That's it, there's no possibility of getting better in a short time, and I'm relieved that you become the altar master, but"

Li Tianhong's voice changed, looked at Wen Qingye, and said worriedly: "You have to be careful of the masters of the Black Ice Terrace, as well as the state king Dongfang Wuyun"

When Wen Qingye heard this, he frowned and said, "This time you were attacked and killed by a master, was it these two forces who did it?"

Li Tianhong nodded, and there was an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes, and said: "Eight or nine is not far from ten, be careful that they will deal with you like this."

Wen Qingye said puzzledly: "Dongfang Wuyun seems to want to cause chaos in the Nine Netherworlds, it seems that he is planning to tear his face with the Southern Immortal Court, and it is understandable for him to do so, but the Black Ice Platform is a killer organization that is proficient in assassination, why should it attack the Twelve Altar Masters of Red Maple?"

Li Tianhong shook his head and said: "Black Ice Platform is not a simple killer organization, there are big forces behind it, even I don't know, in short, you have to be careful of them"

(End of chapter)