After licking his dry lips, Chai Yong died of stubborn mouth and wailed: "Young Master Yang, what I said is true.

If you don’t believe it, I will take you back to my Yanhuo Palace Headquarters right now.

I won’t attend the birthday party of the ancestors of Hehuan Sect anymore, so I can be your guide, right?"

Staring at Yang Feng, Chai Yong had a wishful thinking in his heart.

If he took this opportunity to lead the Yang surnamed, wouldn’t he be able to successfully complete the task assigned by Master Yuanhua?

As for returning to the Yanhuo Palace General Hall, I still can't find Chi Yan. I'll just make up a reason to send him away.

Anyway, Chi Yan has two legs, so he will run wherever he likes, so he blames me?

Chai Yong sneered in his heart, but his face was full of sincerity.

However, how could Yang Feng, who had already evolved into an old man, believe his nonsense?

"You gave up the last chance I gave you. You really don't want toast and eat the punishment, hum!"

A thick air spurted out from his nostrils, and Yang Feng shook his head coldly and turned his head away.

The immortal fellow villager, the corpse king Shi Xingfeng and the vulture little brother, rushed forward with a sneering smile on their faces.

His body trembled, and Chai Yong couldn't help but startled: "What are you going to do?"

“What are you doing?

Do this!"

A flash of splendor in his eyes, the immortal immortal took the lead and slapped Chai Yong's chest with a palm: "Eleventh-grade mid-level martial arts, Immortal Tribulation."

Bad boy, this move will not kill you, but it can transform into countless needle tips to pierce your soul. The pain that penetrates the soul will definitely allow you to wander between life and death, but you can't live or die. It's so cool, hehehe."

Ah! With a scream, Chai Yong suddenly felt an unprecedented pain hit his heart, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He wanted to faint, but somehow, the more he felt pain, the more he felt, as if he was suffering in the eighteen levels of hell.

But in a moment, he couldn't stand it anymore and begged for mercy and said, "Young Master Yang, let him stop. What I said is true. Chi Yan is really at the Yanhuo Palace General Hall. I didn't lie to you."

Without saying anything, or even looking at him, Yang Feng just sat at his table leisurely, as if he had returned to his own house, poured himself a cup of tea and started to taste it quietly.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a neighbor who is coming to visit the door.

"Good boy, you're not honest, right?

Then look at my trick!”

At this time, the Corpse King immediately took a step forward, quickly made a seal in his hand, pointed at Chai Yong suddenly, and shouted: "The ninth-grade top spiritual technique, the Corpse Spirit Seal.

My husband's move has condensed the resentment of millions of corpses and injected into the depths of your soul.

Ensure that you can experience all kinds of suffering, resentment, resentment and grief in the world without leaving your home.

Anyway, no one has been able to survive for a quarter of an hour without the soul disintegrating so far. Looking forward to your performance, hehehehe!"

Ah! As soon as he finished speaking, Chai Yong let out a miserable wail again, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes in pain.

He had never felt that such a huge negative emotion had hit the horror in his heart, and he really had the urge to faint immediately or commit suicide.

Unfortunately, although he is the second-rate Demon Sect, the palace master of the Immortal Palace, and has the strength of the third-level peak military general level, under the suppression of the Immortal Old Immortal, a powerful man at the third-level Martial King level, he is like a little boy, and he has no power to die, and his fate is not controlled by him.

He could only let these weird monsters continue to torture, but he could do nothing.

Ah! Chai Yong, the unlucky guy, was yelling dryly, his throat almost burst.

The vulture beside him rubbed his hands with excitement and was eager to try: "You all have taken action, it's time for me to do it now.

Let me use the most vicious, despicable, and inhumane interrogation methods of my Purple Mist Valley. I see that he still wants to help..." "I want to help!"

However, before the old bald man finished speaking, Chai Yong could no longer withstand the torture of these demons. He quickly roared: "I've called it, Chi Yan is not at the Yanhuo Palace General Hall, she is in the Hehuan Sect."

"Not a cup of tea, Lord Chai, you know the current affairs more than I think, hahaha!"

Just as he took a sip, before he could put down the teacup, he heard his confession, and Yang Feng couldn't help but chuckled.

The Immortal Immortal and the Corpse King looked at each other and laughed evilly.

The two of them attacked each other. If this kid doesn't help, he can't be considered a human being.

Because no one can stand the torture of the two of them in succession of mental attacks.

The vulture looked at Chai Yong with a depressed look on his face, pouted indignation, and complained: "Why did you do it?"

At least I will wait until I take action.

Now I am so irritated! Or...you can be more upright?"

Support you, Male Gobi, you demons.

If I keep going, I will be played to death by you. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

The Immortal Immortal and the Corpse King took action one after another, unraveled their own tricks, and pushed him in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng said nothing, just looked at him with a look of indescribable majesty in his eyes.

After taking a secret glance at Yang Feng, Diesel couldn't help but sigh, and finally said honestly: "Chiyan is the dual-cultivator I gave to the ancestors of Hehuan Sect. Now they are offered to them in the courtyard at the top of the peak, just waiting for the ancestor to come out of seclusion."

What, Peak Peak Villa?

When his body shook, Yang Feng immediately understood and immediately looked up at the direction he came forward.

It turned out that the person he was looking for was in that yard.

Old poisonous creature, how dare you lie to me! Gaba! The fist suddenly tightened, and Yang Feng understood everything. Not only did he understand where Chi Yan was, but he also understood the deception of the poison king on him.

I had already told the Poison King that the purpose of coming here, and that the old poison could not have known nothing about the identity of the woman he was taking care of, not to mention that he taught her a few songs.

However, this old thing didn't even hear any news.

"God, this old guy has learned to bully the master, hey, damn it!"

After cursing inwardly, Yang Feng quickly turned around and left, running towards the Peak Peak Villa.

The Immortal Old Immortal and the others followed Chai Yong, who had been tortured to the point of being weak, and everyone disappeared in the blink of an eye... On the other hand, Yuan Hua, who was counting the gifts in his room, suddenly saw a black shadow not even a notice, so he rushed in and said, "Young Master, it's not good.

Yang Feng had already learned the whereabouts of the medicine man from Chai Yong's mouth and was now heading to the villa where we Tibetans were."

"What?

That Chai named tells it out so quickly?

What a waste!"

The teeth were so angry that they bit their teeth. Yuanhua turned his eyes and hurriedly walked out: "Let's go, the dual-cultivation medicine practitioner who is related to the ancestors must be kept no matter what.
Chapter completed!