It was night, and the moonlight was shrouded.

Ye Chen took advantage of the rest of the Hu family, and his figure flashed and quietly left the resting place, hiding in the night.

In Lishan City, within a huge building called "Yuanlou", under the bright lights, several figures were talking in earnest.

Yuan Ling knelt heavily on the ground, looked up at a young man with his back facing him and gritted his teeth, "Senior brother, Hu Fei bullied me too much, you must avenge me!!!"

"How can I avenge you?"

The young man slowly turned around and showed a slightly sinister eyes: "The Yaochi event is coming soon, and many forces gather in Chizhou. Do you want me to have a bad relationship with the Hu family because of you alone?"

"Senior Brother, please help Senior Brother Yuan!"

Many young men and women standing aside knelt down and begged: "Hu Fei is so arrogant. He not only attacked Senior Brother Yuan, but also threatened that my Wuling Mansion was not as good as his Hu family in Xuanzhou."

"Is this person really saying that?"

When the sinister young man heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After seeing this, Yuan Ling added fire and said, "This person not only looked down on my Wuling Mansion, but even said that Hu Fei disdains the nine true disciples of my Wuling Mansion, especially you, Senior Brother Bei!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Bei, Senior Brother Yuan reported your name after being beaten. Hu Fei said that if you were present, he would still be beaten..."

The rest of the people agreed one after another.

The few people knew nothing. Ye Chen, who was hiding in the dark, followed the whole scene, and then shook his head repeatedly.

"Damn it!"

The sinister young man's eyes were filled with cold light, and he laughed in anger: "He Hu Fei looked down on me in Beichen too much. Well, I will definitely come to him to ask for advice tomorrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice came from outside: "No need, because you can't live tomorrow!"

As soon as these words came out, Beichen and others were shocked. Just as they were about to speak, they saw the closed door blown open by a gust of wind.

The strong wind blew, making Yuan Ling and others almost unable to stand firm, but could not see half of the figure.

Beichen, who had the highest cultivation level among the few people, forcibly stabilized his body and shouted sternly: "Who is sneaky, and he has the ability to show up and see him!!!"

In the dim night, a thin figure slowly walked in, and with the help of the lights in the house, the person's face suddenly appeared.

It was a girl dressed in a ragged manner. The large birthmark on the girl's face made her look a little hideous.

"It's you!"

After seeing her face clearly, Yuan Ling, among the few people, was startled at first, and then sneered: "Little bitch, you dare to come!"

Obviously he recognized the other party as the birthmark girl named Xiaoman he met during the day. After saying that, he subconsciously wanted to pounce on him.

"Don't be impulsive!"

The sinister young man hurriedly grabbed him, then looked at Xiaoman with his eyes tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I wonder who you are? Why did you disturb me late at night?"

Although Xiaoman looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a yellow and thin outer surface, as if he was weak, for some reason, he felt a dangerous force from the former's body.

You know, Beichen is one of the nine true disciples of the Wuling Mansion. His strength has long reached the top Martial King, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of the Martial Saint.

Xiaoman walked slowly, slowly raised his head, and a cold light suddenly burst out from the depths of his clear eyes.

"I didn't want to pay attention to you ants, but you shouldn't have desecrated my unparalleled brother!"

"In this world, no one can blaspheme him, because Xiaoman is not allowed. Brother Wushuang cannot kill you, so let Xiaoman kill..."

After the words came to his voice, he slowly raised his right hand, and a extreme dead aura emanated from his hand.

At that moment, Beichen seemed to be peerless and ferocious, and his hair suddenly stood up.

He had never felt this feeling before. Even when facing his master, the Supreme Elder of the Wuling Sect, he had never felt it.

"No……"

Beichen roared, and everyone else, including Yuan Ling, was almost suffocated as if he had been pinched by an invisible hand.

...

After a moment, the girl left silently, and the room behind her was empty without any dust splashing.

Shortly after he left, Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared. He looked at the direction where the former disappeared, and his eyes were full of colors: "The little girl who practiced death energy? Something interesting..."

During the day he faintly realized that the terrible old man and Xiaoman were terrifying and not simple, so he kept the two of them and tried to test them.

The two of them were unwilling to reveal anything, so he planned to come to find Yuan Ling at night and try to learn about Ye Wushuang from him.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed this scene.

After saying that, he took a step forward and chased after him.

The little girl's body movement is very strange. Even though she didn't notice being followed, she still walked very quickly. Even if she was a Martial Saint-level existence, she might not be able to catch up.

However, it is nothing to Ye Chen.

Half an hour later, Ye Chen chased him all the way to the ruined temple in the south of the city, and witnessed the little girl stepping into the ruined temple with his own eyes.

His eyes flashed, and then he was about to follow in. At that moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in the void, and the big hand swept the wind and clouds directly slapped Ye Chen.

"A strong man in the imperial realm?!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and slapped his palm to face the big hand.

However, the roar he imagined did not appear, and the big hand dissipated like a cotton cloud, without causing any movement at all.

Ye Chen's eyes flashed, then his body shook, and he teleported directly towards the ruined temple in front of him.

The ruined temple was empty, with only one oil lamp swaying in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

"Is it a plan to escape from the shell?"

Ye Chen's eyes flashed and his spiritual consciousness shone out, trying to find Xiaoman's aura, but the latter was like evaporating from the world.

"Good means, really good means..."

He couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, "The attack from the powerful man in the imperial realm allowed Ye to take full advantage of his superiors, thus creating an opportunity for the girl to escape."

"But why is this person just a false attack?"

Ye Chen frowned, then seemed to have some clarity: "It seems that the powerful man in the Imperial Realm behind this girl has no intention of fighting against me, nor has he intention of fighting against me!!!"

Thinking of this, he immediately walked out of the ruined temple, his eyes shot into the void, and said lightly: "Your Excellency, what is the situation of my brother Ye Wushuang now? Please inform me that you can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime!"

A few seconds later, an old voice came from all directions: "Wu Shuang is safe, no need to care. He will appear when you need it the most!"

"You are the Lord of the Sword House?" Ye Chen said again.

The void returned to such tranquility again, without any sound. It seemed that the man was unwilling to answer, as if he was a default.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!