boom! Boom!
There was another big commotion in Nanchu. The monks who had just left the top of Huashan Mountain rushed to the top of Qingshan Mountain like a sea wave.
Before reaching the top of Qingshan, the overwhelming crowd saw a fat old man sitting on the top of Qingshan, with a big belly and a shiny face, sitting there sharpening a knife.
This person was transformed from Taoist Wuya, and he was also a clone.
As for the person next to him, that was Bai Yi, who ranked fourth among the Nine True Traditions of the Zhengyang Sect. He was tied there with a big five-flower tie. Seeing Taoist Wuya sharpening his knife rhythmically, he was almost frightened to tears.
"Another expert who hides his appearance." Many people who came to watch the show touched their chins.
"The Zhengyang Sect is really sad. From the first to the fourth, the nine true legends have been tied up one by one, and the Xuanling body Ji Ningshuang has not been found yet."
"Visually, these kidnappers are going to take away all the true disciples of the Zhengyang Sect!" An older monk said seriously, "If this is the case, it will be really lively."
"You are looking for death." Soon, the thundering roar resounded throughout the sky. The old man in purple from the Zhengyang Sect arrived again. His whole big face was no longer a face. The black part turned blue, the blue part turned purple, just like As if changing his face.
The people behind him also had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, and their eyes were red, as if everyone owed them eight hundred spirit stones.
"I, the Zhengyang Sect, have a grudge against you?" The old man in purple glared at Taoist Wuya.
"No grudge!" Taoist Wuya spread his hands.
"Then why did you tie up my disciple?" A gray-haired old man behind the old man in purple shouted angrily.
"I saw someone else was tied up, so I tied one up too." Taoist Wuya picked his ears.
"I..." The old man in purple and the others almost choked to death. He kidnapped you too. When did kidnapping become so justified and natural? You're all damn full, right? !
"Stop the ink, hurry up, I don't want more, the market price is two million spirit stones." Taoist Wu Ya simply raised his five fingers.
"I..." Even though the old man in purple, who was at the peak of Kongming Realm's concentration, was so angry that he took out the ghost-headed sword on the spot and paid the damn market price. Do you think this place is selling things? drop.
"Give it or not. If not, I'll take it back to make soup." Taoist Wuya became a little impatient.
"Here." The purple-clothed old man roared straight into the sky, and the roar was earth-shattering. Even now, what else can he say? Is it useful? At the end of the day, don’t you have to pay me back? If you have so much free time to talk nonsense here, why not pay the ransom early and go back to deliver the work
"Let him go." The old man in purple waved his robe and punched a storage bag through the air.
"We are real people." Taoist Wuya was happy. He took the storage bag and glanced inside, then kicked Bai Yi over. Before the old man in purple and the others could get mad, he turned around and disappeared.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! You have to be willful when you have money! Take the two million spirit stones as soon as you ask for it." People watching the show from all directions sighed and clicked their tongues again.
"I can't help it. Who makes people rich? Those kidnappers, don't they kidnap people from the Zhengyang Sect just because they fancy this? If I had the cultivation level of Quasi-Heaven Realm, I would also kidnap him, one by one. Once again."
As soon as the man spoke, everyone around them stroked their beards and gave the man a meaningful look: The hero saw the same thing.
Soon, the old man in purple led Bai Yi and the others away, and everyone was gnashing their teeth and looking a little ferocious.
Although they left, people watching the theater from all directions were looking left and right, and their ears were perked up, eager to hear the news that Zhengyang Zong was kidnapped again.
However, this time they were disappointed. The people all over the sky and the ground stood there waiting for more than half an hour, but after all, they did not hear the news that the Zhengyang Sect disciples had been kidnapped.
There should be no more!
Soon, the figures began to disperse, and everyone sighed and clicked their tongues.
ah.!
Not long after, thundering roars came from the direction of Zhengyang Sect. The furious Cheng Kun roared like a mad dog, causing the hall to tremble with rumbles.
In the past two days, perhaps the Zhengyang Sect had suffered the most miserable humiliation. Ji Ningshuang was in the front, Hua Yun, Han Jun, and Bai Yi were behind. The four most amazing disciples of his Zhengyang Sect were tied up one by one. , and for this reason, there is still no news about their saint Ji Ningshuang.
The most hateful thing is not this, but that they still don't know who is plotting against them.
"In my opinion, they are people from the Hengyue Sect and Qingyun Sect." Below, the old man in purple who went to redeem people snorted coldly, "If you can't defeat us on the surface, you will play dirty tricks with us in private."
"Then give me those who kidnapped them." Cheng Kun, who was worried that he could not find a target to vent his anger, immediately issued an order, and naturally defined the kidnappers as members of the Hengyue Sect and Qingyun Sect.
Moreover, even if he was not from Hengyue and Qingyun, he would have made a mistake by making a mistake.
His meaning is obvious. Four of our Zhengyang Sect disciples were kidnapped for no reason. We lost so much money. We should find a place to make it back. I don’t care whether you are a murderer or not. Let’s wait until you are kidnapped.
Soon, many hidden strong men of Zhengyang Sect were dispatched one after another, and the weakest ones were in the eighth level of Kongming Realm.
Nanchu was very uneasy tonight, with silhouettes flying into the darkness, doing shady things.
"Then, the next ones are Hengye Sect and Qingyun Sect." In the small garden of the ancient city, Ye Chen held his small account book in one hand and a wine glass in the other, drinking a small drink leisurely and comfortably, "Let's do it this way Money comes fast.”
"Boss, tell us the truth whether this is your masterpiece or not." On the side, Zhou Ao and Li Xinghun looked directly at Ye Chen.
"What do you think?" Ye Chen smiled mysteriously.
"Looking at you smiling so cheaply, that must be your masterpiece." Everyone said with sincerity.
"Qingyun Sect, at the top of Tianlang Mountain, bring your family's money and come to collect your family's money." The dark and quiet night became boiling because of the next words.
"What's going on?" Ye Chen, who was still talking nonsense with Zhou Ao and the others, couldn't help but stand up and looked at the source of the sound with a strange expression, "Isn't it planned that Heng Yue Sect and Qing Yun Sect will start tomorrow?"
"Take a look, let me tell you! Nanchu will definitely not be peaceful tonight." Soon, people's voices started to sound.
Under the dark night, there were groups of people flying towards one side.
It should be said that there are really a lot of idle people in this world, and they will join in wherever the excitement is. Thousands of people are rushing towards the top of Tianlang Mountain.
"What are you doing?" In a deserted mountain corner, a man carrying a sack looked at the figures passing through the sky in astonishment. What is worth mentioning is that this guy's forehead is not ordinary bright, in the dark night It's like a light bulb underneath.
Needless to say, this person is Long Yi.
"Isn't it going to start tomorrow?" Long Yi glanced at the sack on his shoulder, and then at the figures passing by in the void.
"Has the plan changed?" Long Yi touched his shiny forehead and disappeared into the night with a whoosh.
After an unknown amount of time, he stopped deep in the mountains.
Soon, the wind rang, and three black figures arrived in no particular order. From then on, they looked at the Su family ancestor, Bai Yi and Hei Pao. The three of them were all carrying a sack on their shoulders. Needless to say, what was in the sack was... They are people from the Qingyun Sect.
Huh
Seeing the three people appearing, Long Yi let out a light sigh.
The four of them were the ones responsible for kidnapping the Qingyun Sect members. Now that all four of them are here, it is obvious that they are not the ones asking for ransom from the Qingyun Sect at this moment.
"It seems that there is another kidnapper who kidnapped the Qingyun Sect!" The old man of the Su family stroked his beard, "But which force could it be?"
[Author's digression]: There will be more later, it will be later.
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