I saw a pair of beautiful golden boys and jade girls supporting an old man as thin as a corpse and slowly stepped into the hall. The old man was almost only a layer of skin, all his bones were exposed, and his whole body was covered in blue and black, and there was no chance of life at all. As the rumors said, he turned himself into a zombie.

Everyone in the hall looked solemn. It was rumored that Old Man Tianhui had broken through to the peak of Void Refining, and could summon the Dharma image changed by the will of the Great Dao. Even the sect leader of the five famous sects had no such cultivation.

"I've seen Senior Crying in Heaven."

"Senior, I heard that you are coming today, I offer a little gift to express my feelings. Please accept it with a smile."

"Senior hasn't seen you for many years. These are the two newly acquired disciples? They are all outstanding and they are not in the pool at first glance. They will definitely turn into dragons and phoenixes in the future!"

A group of officials from the Demonic Sect saluted the old man who cried to the sky. For the old man who had lived for more than two thousand years, they were indeed juniors.

The old man Tianhui's eyes closed were not opened for a moment, and he ignored him without any intention of returning the gift. All the gifts offered were only accepted by the two disciples under his seat.

"Master is a little inconvenient, so let the younger generation accept these gifts for the Master."

The beautiful man cried for the elderly to deal with trivial matters, put these tributes into the storage bag, and said with a smile.

Everyone was not angry and tacit, knowing the old man's nature.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master dared not be negligent. If he saw that the situation was not good later and wanted to start a fight, the old man Tianhui was the absolute main force. He immediately went to support the old man Tianhui and quickly got in love.

"Come on, senior, sit here."

The Yin-Yang Master laughed with her, leading the old man Tianchui to the head position directly above.

When everyone saw the actions of the Yin-Yang Sect Master, their expressions changed. They immediately realized the position of the Yin-Yang Sect Master. The Blood-Born Pavilion Master wanted to unify the southern region. Today's banquet was also a matter of standing in a team. The Yin-Yang Sect Master obviously did not want to surrender and wanted to use everyone's hands to surround the Blood-Born Pavilion Master. No wonder they found that Liao Wurenyan was not like the Demon Sect here at all. It turned out that the disciples in the Sect had long been evacuated.

Everyone stared at the figure of the old man Tianhui. The position he sat down would indicate whether he wanted to deal with the blood-torn Pavilion Master.

The old man Tianhui walked halfway through, suddenly stabilized his heels and did not sit directly above the head position. He casually found a seat. With the support of this beautiful man and woman, he slowly sat down with a little stiffness.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Today's affairs were a little uncertain. Unexpectedly, even if the old man cried, he would be afraid of the blood-torn Pavilion Master who was at the peak of his life.

"Old monster Xue, Senior Tianchui has already taken the seat. Why haven't the Master of Blood Rumbing come yet? My little sister is already crazy if she wants to see him."

The visitor of the Tengshe Club was a very charming woman. She was wearing a palace outfit and was naturally charming. Her eyes were full of bright light. The most peach blossoms were the most strange thing. Her lower body was not her legs, but a terrifying snake tail covered with black scales, swinging spiritually.

"Don't worry, I'll go and invite the Pavilion Master to come."

The Yin-Yang Sect Master's face looked a little bad, and his face turned pale because of excessive indulgence.

Everyone was afraid and curious in their hearts, and wanted to see the true appearance of the blood-torn Pavilion Master.

As soon as the leader of Yin and Yang cult finished speaking, a figure slowly walked into the hall. Although his steps were slow, he walked slowly, and he was walking in the dragon and tiger steps, and he played with the Baoding iron ball in one hand. Every step he took, the atmosphere in the hall was suppressed.

The Yin-Yang Sect Master was stunned, he bowed with his fists and said respectfully: "I have met the Pavilion Master."

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to see a man in silver clothes and snow-haired wearing a green-faced and fanged mask, entering the hall.

"This is the bloody abuse of the Pavilion Master..."

The snake girl from Tengshe Society swallowed her throat. Although the man's hair was pale, his neck and hands were covered with ice-skinned skin. He was obviously a young man, but she was not surprised. There were many secret techniques in the cultivation world that remained young forever. Some people who looked very young might be old monsters who had lived for a long time.

Seeing that the great figures such as the Yin-Yang Sect Master who called the wind and rain saluted Li Bumian, the leaders of many forces followed suit, and the subordinates standing behind them also clasped their fists at Li Bumian.

Song Shiyun, who followed Li Bumian, was extremely complicated. Although she was harmonious on the surface, she was in a dragon's and tiger's den. She was just one of the top ten peaks of Lingyun Sect. Although she had the right to speak, she was not the head of the head. The people present were all figures who were stomping their feet and were shocked by the Southern Region. She was very familiar with many faces, and they were all evil giants who made the righteous terrified.

Although the scene was a bit big, Song Shiyun was still not frightened. She was more or less a role in the Southern Region, and she had experienced a lot of storms.

There was a bloody and stern look in the hall, and the needles were heard. Only the old man who cried in the sky did not salute and was still sitting in his seat, his eyes closed and his movements were still like a corpse, or rather, he was a corpse.

Song Shiyun's heart tightened and she whispered in Li Bumian's ear: "This is the old man who cries in heaven."

Li Bumian's figure suddenly stopped and stopped his hand playing with Baoding Iron Ball.

"Are you the old monster crying in heaven?"

Li Bumian said coldly.

boom!

This sentence is like a shocking thunderbolt blowing into everyone's mind. Is the blood-torming Pavilion Master crazy or is he fearless? They obviously prefer the latter one.

Song Shiyun was a little confused. She and Xue Ruyue made it clear about the excellence of Tianchui, but she didn't expect Li Bumian to still not buy it.

The beautiful man and woman under the old man's seat were dumbfounded. The old man's status was noble. I don't know how many years have I heard of such provocative words.

The old man Tianhui opened his mouth, his voice was soft, and his throat seemed to be stuck in his fish bones, extremely hoarse, and he said word by word: "Yes, my senior brother, I have received your care."

When everyone heard this, they were confused. The old man's senior brother was crying? What era had it happened?

Li Bumian snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves, swayed his clothes, and sat on the head position directly above the long spiritual crystal table.

"Your senior brother? I've never heard of it."

Li Bumian's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what the old man was talking about in Tianhui.

"Haha... My senior brother is named Zhuge Luan. Didn't he be an elder under your command?"

boom!

The old man cried the words of the sky caused a thousand waves, and everyone thought of a person who had started a massacre in the jurisdiction of Xuanyin Temple a few days ago called himself the elder of the Blood-Borror Pavilion. Could it be him?

"I have never heard of Zhuge Ran."

Li Bumian's voice was cold.

"Yeah?"
Chapter completed!