The Yin-Yang Sect Master looked sad and asked sadly: "I wonder how the little girl offended the Pavilion Master?"

Li Bumian brushed his sleeves, his tone became cold and said coldly: "I don't know the mercy, I'll just hand it over, otherwise I will destroy the Yin-Yang Demon Sect and search for someone slowly. I don't need to mention the three days of grace."

The elders of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect looked at the Yin-Yang Sect leader with firm eyes, and the metaphor in his eyes was extremely obvious.

The Yin-Yang Master took a long breath and said respectfully: "Okay, please come and have a lecture, so that I can teach you a good student and treat you. I will present my little girl at that time."

The Yin-Yang Sect Master comforted himself, maybe Li Bumian did not take her daughter's life, but had other intentions.

Li Bumian nodded, and Song Shiyun's face under her mask was full of joy.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master made a gesture of invitation and said respectfully: "People, please, the Pavilion Master's wife."

Song Shiyun was stunned when she heard the words, and her thoughts were filled with thoughts. The wife of the Pavilion Master, who was bloody and abused, sounded very good. With Li Bumian's shocking appearance and almost invincible strength, she could become the first wife of this adult, unify the Southern Region, and be in the world, and want to be glorious.

Li Bumian just felt that thunder was rolling in. Have you ever seen anyone holding his wife in his hand like a basket of vegetables?

Li Bumian snorted coldly and said, "This is just my subordinate."

The joy in Song Shiyun's heart was extinguished in an instant, cursing Li Bumian hatefully, and she also figured out why he was calm when he guided Li Bumian's "basic swordsmanship". He was afraid that he had tasted all kinds of genius goddesses like the Master of Bloody Spurs.

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader was embarrassed and kept saluting Li Bumian.

Li Bumian brushed his sleeves and said nothing. Under the leadership of the Yin-Yang Sect Master, he carried Song Shiyun to the island in the center of Yin-Yang Lake.

The island has beautiful scenery, green trees are lush and lush. Countless colorful birds are stationed here. Magnificent buildings rise up from the ground, and they look like a grand scene. Although the island is forbidden to empty, Li Bumian is a special situation.

Along the way, Li Bumian's expression was extremely wonderful, but he did not show it because he was wearing a mask.

The three thousand disciples who set up the Yin-Yang Inverted Formation have already been removed. They should do whatever they should do, as for the remaining other disciples...

The daily life of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect is extremely rich. It is said that the two monks who were sitting here were a pair of Taoists, and the inheritance left behind was also an extremely lewd dual cultivation technique. The ancestors of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect obtained this inheritance and established a sect. The disciples in the sect also practiced with the dual cultivation technique as the core.

On the small islands in the lake, many men and women hugged each other in disheveled clothes, and some blended together directly in public places in broad daylight, and they were in a hiding and lingering event.

This is just outside, indoors, I don’t know how many more.

While these people were ambiguous, they looked up at the group of people flying through the air, with a look of fear, but they did not stop their work. For them, Yinqu was just a hard practice, which was very normal.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past Li Bumian, and it turned out that this was the legendary Hehuan Sect.

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader and his group didn't care at all, as if they were used to it. Song Shiyun also had no blushing face and her heart was not beating. She was a person who had experienced strong storms and waves. The little things in front of her could not disturb her mind at all.

"Your place is very subtle."

Li Bumian said calmly that the moral and ethical concepts of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect are far higher than those of Senluo Jianzhou, and their openness is many times greater than that of Emei Ruikener, and even crushes the earth at this point.

When the Yin-Yang Master heard the words, his expression turned cold. It seemed that Li Bumian was quite fond of this place. A trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes, as if he had a solution, but he concealed the past very well.

"The Lord of the Pavilion laughed. For all the male cultivators in the cultivation world, our place is equivalent to the immortal world. Those who want to join the sect are like crucian carpies crossing the river."

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader said with a smile.

Li Bumian wanted to change his mind. Such a sect is not very powerful at all. It is simply a bad reputation when it is taken into the Blood Forge Pavilion. Li Bumian decided to let the Yin-Yang Demon Cult be a partner at that time.

"I have prepared the best house for the Pavilion Master. Before the banquet is ready, please wait for a while, and I will present my little girl to the house."

The Yin-Yang Master said respectfully.

Then the Yin and Yang Master personally led the way and took the two to a waterfall with green willows and pink. Next to it was a luxurious three-story building with carved railings and jade buildings, and the buildings were covered with pavilions. The shape of the building was quite exquisite, and the spiritual energy here was extremely rich.

"People, please wait here for a while. I will prepare for the banquet, and the little girl will come here soon."

Li Bumian nodded and said nothing. Under the arrangement of the Yin-Yang Master, more than a dozen women with extremely beautiful water came into the building to serve the two.

Li Bumian thought of the mess just now and was immediately disgusted. He waved his hand and said, "No need, ask them to go down."

The Yin-Yang Sect Master was haha, knowing what Li Bumian was thinking, and replied: "Don't worry, Master, these are all specially selected by this sect to serve the Lord, and they are all perfect bodies."

Li Bumian nodded, and the disgust in his heart gradually dissipated. He casually supported his hands. The Yin-Yang Sect Leader and several elders turned into escape light and flew away here, arranging the next banquet.

Song Shiyun was not polite and sat dignifiedly on the chair with her legs raised. Two delicate female cultivators came up to beat her shoulders and pinch her legs.

"The Lord of the Pavilion is not futile, I am willing to join the blood torture the Pavilion..."

Enjoying the massage of the two female cultivators, Song Shiyun comfortably made a series of humming softly. She took a look at a female cultivator, and rubbed her white jade hands to the roundness of her buttocks.

A flush appeared on the face of the cultivator who was violated by Song Shiyun, and a wave of tender humming sounded. Unexpectedly, this adult was as good as polishing a mirror.

"Just think it through."

Li Bumian's forehead was covered with black lines, and the remaining female cultivators were all bright and charming. They poured tea and water for the two of them, stroking the guzheng and pipa to play. The rest sang and danced, scratching their heads and posing, and the full curves on their bodies were twisting constantly, dancing with enchanting and charming dances.

Li Bumian was speechless. As two warm palms came from his shoulders, he felt as if he had arrived at the Zuixian Tower in Yancheng.

Taking advantage of Li Bumian's relaxation, the female cultivator who pinched Li Bumian's shoulders flashed in the eyes of her cultivator. She was originally from the Yinfeng Sect. After the Yinfeng Sect was destroyed, she was separated from the escape team and was caught by the Yin-Yang Demon Sect as a backup furnace. Naturally, she hated Li Bumian to the core.

This female cultivator wanted to take the opportunity to attack Li Bumian, but after careful consideration, she gave up this idea. The other party's cultivation is a god-like person, and his behavior can only be considered a death-seeking and meaningless.

Song Shiyun enjoyed it quite a bit, crossed her legs and pursed her top-level tea, and sighed: "The master of the Pavilion is extraordinary and saint. I wonder which magical power is the master of the Yinfeng Sect that stretches thousands of miles?"
Chapter completed!