It was night, and the moon was shrouded.

Ye Chen took advantage of the rest of the Hu family, his figure flashed, and he quietly left the resting place, hiding in the night.

In Lishan City, a huge building called "Yuan Tower", under the bright lights, several figures talked earnestly.

Yuan Ling knelt heavily on the ground, raised his eyes and gritted his teeth at a young man with his back to him, "Senior brother, Hu Fei of the Hu family has deceived me too much, you must avenge me!!"

"How can I avenge you?"

The young man turned around slowly, revealing a slightly gloomy eye: "The Yaochi Festival is about to happen, many forces are gathering in Chizhou, do you want me to make my Wuling Mansion and the Hu family fight because of you?"

"Senior brother, you can help Senior Brother Yuan!"

Many young men and women standing on the side knelt down in unison and pleaded: "That Hu Fei is really too arrogant, not only did he injure Senior Brother Yuan, but he even threatened that my Wuling Mansion was not as good as his Xuanzhou Hu family. ”

"Does this person really say that?"

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

After Yuan Ling saw it in his eyes, he added fuel and vinegar and said: "This person not only looks down on my Martial Spirit Mansion, but even says that he disdains the nine true disciples of my Martial Spirit Mansion, especially Senior Brother Bei!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Bei, Senior Brother Yuan reported your name after being injured, and Hu Fei said that if you were there, he would have done it......"

The rest chimed in.

Several people didn't know that Ye Chen, who was hidden in the dark, paid attention to this scene the whole time, and then couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

"Bastard!"

The cold light in the eyes of the young man of the yin owl surged, and he smiled angrily: "He can't help but look down on me Beichen too much, no matter what, I will definitely come to the door tomorrow to ask him for advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice floated from outside: "No need, because none of you will live to tomorrow!"

As soon as these words came out, Beichen and the others were suddenly startled, and just as they were about to speak, they saw that the closed door was blown open by a gust of wind.

The wind was blowing, and Yuan Ling and the others almost couldn't stand on their feet, but they couldn't see half a figure.

Beichen, who had the highest cultivation among several people, forcibly stabilized his body and shouted: "What kind !!of person?

In the dim night, a thin figure slowly walked in, and with the help of the light in the room, the person's face was suddenly revealed.

It was a girl dressed in tatters, and the large birthmark on the girl's face made her look a little hideous.

"It's you!"

When he could see her face clearly, Yuan Ling, one of the several people, was first startled, and then sneered: "Little slut, you dare to come!"

Obviously, he recognized that the other party was the birthmark girl named Xiaoman he met during the day, and he subconsciously wanted to pounce on it.

"Don't be impulsive!"

The young man hurriedly grabbed him, and then stared at Xiao Man with a dead gaze, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who Your Excellency is, why are you disturbing us in the middle of the night?"

Although Xiao Man looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with yellow muscles and thin muscles on the outside, as if he was weak, for some reason, he actually felt a dangerous force from the former's body.

You must know that he Beichen is one of the nine true disciples of the Martial Spirit Mansion, and his strength has already reached the top martial king, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of the martial saint.

Xiao Man came slowly, raised his head slowly, and a cold light suddenly bloomed in the depths of his clear eyes.

"I didn't want to pay attention to you ants, but you shouldn't blaspheme my peerless brother!"

"In this world, no one can blaspheme him, no, because, Xiaoman is not allowed, Wushuang brother can't kill you, then let Xiaoman kill ......"

When the words fell, I saw him slowly raise his right hand, and an extreme death aura escaped from his hand.

At that moment, Beichen seemed to be watched by a peerless murderous thing, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He had never felt this kind of feeling, even if he was facing his master, the Martial Saint Supreme Elder of Wuling Sect, he had never felt it.

"No ......"

Beichen roared angrily, and the rest of everyone, including Yuan Ling, was almost suffocated as if they were choked by an invisible hand.

......

A moment later, the girl departed silently, and the room behind her was empty, not a speck of dust had been splashed.

Soon after he left, Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared, he looked at the direction in which the former disappeared, and his eyes were full of brilliance: "Little girl who cultivates death......?"

During the day, he faintly realized that the identities of the sloppy old man and Xiaoman were not simple, so he left the two of them behind and tried to test them.

When the two of them didn't want to confide in anything, he planned to come to Yuan Ling at night, trying to learn information about Ye Wushuang from him.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed this scene.

With that, he took a step forward and chased after him.

The little girl's body style is very peculiar, even if she didn't notice being followed, she still walked very fast, even if it was a martial saint-level existence, I am afraid she would not be able to catch up.

However, it was nothing to Ye Chen.

Half an hour later, Ye Chen chased all the way to the broken temple in the south of the city, and witnessed the little girl stepping into the broken temple.

His eyes flashed, and then he was about to follow, and at that moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in the void, and the big hand swept the wind and clouds directly towards Ye Chen.

"Emperor Realm powerhouse?!! Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he also slapped his palm to meet the big hand.

However, the roar he imagined did not appear, and the big hand dispersed like a cotton cloud without the slightest movement.

Ye Chen's eyes flashed, and then his body flickered, and he teleported directly towards the broken temple in front of him.

The ruined temple was empty, except for an oil lamp swaying in the wind, which seemed to be ready to go out at any moment.

"Is there a plan for the golden cicada to get out of its shell?"

Ye Chen's eyes flickered again and again, and his divine sense shrouded out, trying to find Xiao Man's breath, but the latter was like evaporating from the world.

"Good means, really good means......

He couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "The Emperor Realm powerhouse struck a blow, allowing Ye to use all his strength to take care of one or the other, thus creating an opportunity for that girl to escape." ”

"But why is this person just covering up?"

Ye Chen frowned, and then seemed to have some realization: "It seems that the Emperor Realm powerhouse behind this girl has no intention of fighting with me, nor does he intend to fight with me!!"

Thinking of this, he immediately walked out of the broken temple, looked at the void, and said lightly: "Your Excellency, what is the current situation of my brother Ye Wushuang, please tell me, you can hide from me for a while, you can't hide from me for a lifetime!"

A few seconds later, an old voice came from all directions: "Wushuang is all right, don't care, he will appear when you need it most!"

"Your Excellency is the Lord of the Sword House?" Ye Chen said again.

The void was once again as quiet as it was, and there was no more sound, and it seemed that the man was unwilling to answer, as if he had acquiesced.

(End of chapter)