The more than ten people breathed as steady as a mountain, their steps were in the air, and they were extraordinary at a glance, they put down the sedan chair and stood respectfully on both sides of the sedan chair.

The sedan chair exudes a sense of intimidating oppression.

On the other side, Ye Lanxi felt a suffocating coercion for no reason, she clenched her hands into fists, and stared vigilantly at the door curtain of the sedan chair.

Suddenly, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted by the people inside with internal force, and immediately after, a man wearing a silver mask stepped out of the sedan chair.

The man has black robes and black hair, a majestic posture, and his steps are like the wind under his feet.

He released a compelling coercion all around him, with a domineering aura that all living beings were ants in his steps, and the silver mask he wore on his face added a bit of mystery to him.

At the eye hole of the mask, a pair of dark eyes were exposed, and under the mask were thin lips and angular chins with a cold aura, and he was slender and straight, and a splendid black robe lined him like a god in the dark night.

- This man is the pavilion master of the Dark Incense Pavilion, Yu Ye.

No one has to see what he is hiding under a mask.

For it is said that all those who had seen his true face died.

-

Ye Lanxi gasped sullenly, looked up at the masked man who was standing in front of her with a cold and mysterious body, and met his gaze through the eyes of the silver mask.

His dark eyes seemed to have magical power, and she couldn't take her eyes off it...... I don't know if it's her delusion, but his majestic figure gives her a very familiar feeling.

Is he, Qi Ye?

As soon as this thought came out, Ye Lanxi actually took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and slowly approached the silver mask on the man's face.

Her bold move made the people around her take a step back at the same time.

This woman is really bold, she dares to reach out and touch the pavilion master, I am afraid that she has never died......

Seeing that Ye Lanxi's hand was about to fall on the silver mask, the man who was cold all over her body and exuded a dangerous aura suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

It hurts, it hurts......

Ye Lanxi only felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

Her face turned pale, and her face was full of pain.

The sound of bones rattling could be vaguely heard, and the people around them silently mourned for Ye Lanxi in their hearts.

It was as if in the next second, her bones would be crushed.

Just when Ye Lanxi thought that her wrist was about to be crushed by the man in front of her, the man suddenly let go and pushed her out.

"Ah......h

Ye Lan sat on the ground in embarrassment.

She endured the pain in her wrist and looked up at the slender and tall man in front of her.

Suddenly, I felt that he was not so familiar.

After all, she had just felt the killing intent towards her from him, and he gave her a very strange feeling.

She probably didn't know him.

She could feel the strength and danger of this man, and she absolutely believed that the other party could pinch her to death with one hand.

After convincing herself that the man wearing the silver mask in front of her was not Qi Ye, for some reason, her heart actually had a faint loss.

Hehe, sure enough, she still thinks of him from time to time......

At this time, two men brought the body of the red eagle and the broken organ with the chopping organ.

"You killed the Red Eagle?" the man's low, magnetic voice came from above his head.

Hearing his voice, the lost woman suddenly came back to her senses and looked up to meet his condescending gaze.