As the sound of torture sounded, the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

Elder Wolf Rock frowned slightly, sighed for a long time, and said, "The previous battle has already alarmed the entire Beast City. Now that the Iron Sword Sect has entered the Eighth Rank Sect, the momentum is booming, and it is extremely unwise to do it in the Beast City at this time. Not only did it break the rules of the Iron Sword Sect. It is even more in front of many powerful forces, making it ugly, for the sake of the face of the sect, I am afraid that the Iron Sword Sect will not give up!"

"Won't you give up?" Hearing this, Xing Li's face became more and more gloomy, and he said coldly: "Hmph, my young sect master of Wanbing Zhai died in his territory of the Iron Sword Sect, even if the Iron Sword Sect is willing to give up, my Wanbing Zhai will not agree!"

"What, Mu is mad dead?" Hearing the words of the torture force, Elder Wolf Rock was stunned at first, and then exclaimed in surprise.

He never expected that Mu Mad would die. The sect leader of Wanbing Zhai, Mu Lu, only has such a son, Mu Maan, and he is extremely fond of this only son. He knew very well that if he learned of Mu Yan's death, with Mu Lu's character, even if the Iron Sword Sect had now become an eight-rank sect, he would not just forget it.

"What are Elder Punishment's plans next?" Elder Wolf Rock asked.

"Although my strength is not comparable to that of the big sects, it is not something that anyone can knead. Since you dare to kill my sect disciples and slaughter my young sect master, you will have to pay the price for this!" Hearing this, the aura on Xing Li's body couldn't help but surge, his eyes surging with murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice.

"I didn't pay much attention to the previous fight, and now it's been an hour. The other party must have already left the beast city. There are a large number of jungle mountains outside of the beast city, and trying to find someone among them is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack!" Wolf Rock shook his head and said slowly.

"It's okay!" Hearing this, Xing Li said, "This matter happened in the Beast City, and the Iron Sword Sect will definitely not turn a blind eye. I'll go directly to the Iron Sword Sect to get someone!"

"Time is urgent, I'm one step ahead!" said Xing Li, clenching his fist at Wolf Rock, and then Edgeworth galloped towards the Thousand Treasures Auction House.

"Hey, the Iron Sword Sect is now in the Eighth Rank Sect. It's like a lion that has just awakened. The limelight is when it's strong. A mere Wan Bing Zhai even wanted to come to the door to ask for someone, I really don't know whether to live or die!" Looking at the torture who left quickly, Wolf Yan's face showed a hint of mockery, although he Luo Yanzong had business dealings with Wan Bing Zhai. But there wasn't much friendship

Qianbao Auction House. in a large hall.

"Do you want my Iron Sword Sect to give you an explanation?" a red-faced old man sat at the top. Looking at the gloomy torture in front of him, he said lightly.

It was none other than the Fifth Elder of the Iron Sword Sect.

"The beast city is the territory of your Iron Sword Sect, and this time my disciples and young sect masters of Wanbing Zhai all died in the beast city. Could it be that the Iron Sword Sect still wants to shirk responsibility?"

"Responsibility?" Hearing the words of the torture, the red-faced old man slowly stood up from the chair, and the aura of the nine-star sword king burst out from his body violently, and the strong aura swept like a violent wind, and the tables and chairs in the hall were instantly shattered.

And the punishment is even more severe, although he is a six-star sword king, but the red-faced old man is a nine-star sword king, and the difference between the two is a full three stars. Facing the pressure of the aura of a nine-star sword king powerhouse, Xing Li directly turned pale, and he took a few steps back directly.

"Haha, what a joke!" the red-faced old man laughed fiercely.

"What do you mean by the Iron Sword Sect?" Looking at the red-faced old man who was smiling wildly, the pale torturer gritted his teeth and asked fiercely.

"What do you mean?" Hearing Xing Li's voice, the red-faced old man's face turned cold, his laughter stopped, and he looked at Xing Li and snorted coldly: "Hmph, your disciple of Wan Bing Zhai and the young sect master are dead, and it is a matter of concern to my Iron Sword Sect." It is the rule set by my Iron Sword Sect that you are not allowed to do anything in the beast city, but you, Wan Bingzhai, treat my Iron Sword Sect as if it were nothing, and openly do it in the city. My Iron Sword Sect has not yet held me accountable, but you, Wan Bing Zhai, have come to my Iron Sword Sect to explain!"

"Do you really think that this king won't dare to kill you?" the red-faced old man leaned forward slightly, and a touch of murderous intent emerged from his eyes.

Hearing this, Torture's complexion changed suddenly, his body tensed suddenly, and cold sweat quickly surged out of his forehead like rain.

Feeling the killing intent that emerged in the eyes of this red-faced old man, the punishment at this time finally came to his senses. Only then did he remember that what he was going to question was an Iron Sword Sect with a Sword Emperor powerhouse, and it was no longer the Iron Sword Sect that was at the upper level of the Nine Rank before.

Xing Li can be sure that if he continues to fight against him, the other party will definitely not hesitate to attack him.

Although with the strength of the Six-Star Sword King Realm, it can last for a while in the hands of the red-faced old man, but don't forget, this is the Thousand Treasures Auction, and the other five elders of the Iron Sword Sect are all here.

Once they do, there is no chance that he will survive.

The most important thing is that even if the Iron Sword Sect kills him, Wan Bingzhai will not say anything. Because Xing Li knew very well that he was not Mu Mad and Mu Lu would never make a move against an eight-rank sect for him.

"I think the fifth elder has misunderstood, Xing Mou just wants to know where the murderer of my young sect master is now, and he has no intention of embarrassing the Iron Sword Sect!"

"Oh, so this king misunderstood you?" Hearing this, the red-faced old man's breath was retracted, and the killing intent in his eyes slowly converged, and he sat down on the chair again with a calm face, and said lightly.

"I hope the Iron Sword Sect will tell you the whereabouts of that person!" Xing Li's body relaxed, exhaled lightly, and then hugged his fists.

"It's not impossible to tell you, but what's in it for my Iron Sword Sect?" the red-faced old man said slowly.

"As long as the Iron Sword Sect informs Xing of the whereabouts of that person, I, Wanbing Zhai, will definitely thank you with a generous gift!" Hearing this, Xing Li took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Generous gifts?" The red-faced old man shook his head and smiled disdainfully, "I don't like to play with words. ”

"Three-grade upper-grade famous weapon-level swords, five thousand!"

Hearing the words of the red-faced old man, Xing Li's pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless. Five thousand third-grade high-level famous sword, even if he has many casters, it will take more than a year to cast them all. Its value is immeasurable.

"Don't the Fifth Elder think this is a bit excessive?" Xing Li looked at the red-faced old man and said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, you can choose to refuse!" Hearing this, the red-faced old man spread his hands with a smile, and said indifferently.

"Okay, I agreed!" Seeing this, Xing Li knew that there was absolutely no room for counteroffer, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and agreed.

"Ha Lu, haha, refreshing!" The red-faced old man laughed and said, "That man left the city an hour ago and headed to the west, if his guess is right, he must have wanted to enter the 100,000 mountains." If you fly and chase after Edgeworth, you may still be in time!"

"Farewell!" Hearing this, Xing Li's face suddenly changed, he couldn't sit still anymore, and immediately hugged his fists and turned to leave.

But just as he was about to step out of the threshold of the hall, the voice of the red-faced old man suddenly sounded.

"I'll only give you seven days, and after seven days, if the five thousand swords don't arrive, then my Iron Sword Sect will only have to go to Wanbing Zhai in person!"

"Hmph, five thousand three-grade famous weapons, I will return them to Wanbingzhai!" Xing Li snorted coldly, and immediately stepped out of the threshold and left quickly. (To be continued......)

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