Chapter Seventy-Five: The Storm Rises

"However, it's better for me to persuade Daoist friends not to fight it, this Wang Qingquan can't be removed, and my young master can't break this prohibition with a lot of effort......"

Xiang Yun raised his left hand and stopped Sun Molin's words, "It's okay, I'll just take a look, keep walking." ”

Having said that, Xiang Yun was still quite interested in this Qingquan in his heart, but he didn't say it, it was thought that once he really broke the ban on this Wang Qingquan, then he might not be able to keep this Qingquan, and he didn't believe that the people of the Sun family would hold back and not make a move on him.

So, Xiang Yun continued to walk forward with everyone, through the courtyard, it was the guest room, Sun Molin took everyone through the front room, and came directly to the back wing, the room here looks bigger than the front, it seems that the young master of the Sun family also knows how to enjoy it.

Just as Xiang Yun was thinking wildly, Sun Molin opened his mouth and said, "A few fellow Daoists, this is the residence of my young master, please wait a moment." ”

The room seemed to be surrounded by a powerful prohibition, exuding huge spiritual power fluctuations, but this didn't seem to have any effect on Sun Molin, and Sun Molin walked straight in. After a while, he walked out again and said to everyone, "Fellow Daoists, I've kept you waiting, please come in." ”

"You're welcome," Bai Qian said, "let's go inside." The latter sentence was addressed to the crowd, and several people stepped into the room.

Sun Molin and the men he had brought with him before stood outside the door, and closed the door after Xiang Yun and the others entered.

There was no one else in the room, only one person was sitting at a table at this time, and when he saw Xiang Yun and the others coming in, he didn't look back and sipped tea by himself, "Fellow Daoists, please do it." ”

The table is very large, but it is enough for a cadre to sit down, Xiang Yun and the others are not polite, Bai Qian hugged his fists and said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, thank you Young Master Sun." ”

The young master of the Sun family drank the tea in his hand, played with the teacup, and asked, "Fellow Daoists are the protector who only arrived today, right, I guess I don't know too much about the current situation of this protector, before going out, my father specially instructed that if you meet the disciples of the Wasteland Plains, you must take care of each other with them." ”

"Actually, the master of this sect has also explained to us that the Sun family of Sword City is our ally, and this time we would like to thank Daoyou for taking us in. ”

"You're a white submersible?"

"It's Bai!"

"I'm angry with my eyes, I don't know who these people are?"

"Under Fu Lin!"

"Sun Daoyou, in the Wasteland Jade Rain!"

"Down to the clouds!"

"Mo Bai. Mo Bai replied lightly.

"Presumably, this last one is a ...... of foolishness" Before the words fell, seeing Bai Qian shaking his head, the young master of the Sun family was quite surprised.

"Sun Daoyou, the little woman is Feng Xueling, not Fu Mu!"