Qin Lei himself did not hesitate to kneel down towards the white-clothed young man with a puff, kowtowed non-stop, and said, "You little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and offended Mr., please don't be as knowledgeable as me and other ants!! "
The young man in white didn't say anything, but the boy beside him giggled and said, "Oh, it's not funny that he recognized the identity of the young master. Didn't you just say that you want to show us something?"
The girl at the side glared at the boy, and said coldly, "Ah Qing, don't mess around."
The young man in white didn't even look at Qin Lei, and said calmly: "Kick them all out, make noise."
Ah Qing laughed even more when she heard this, and grinned in response: "Okay!"
The next moment, before the words were finished, with a wave of his hand, thousands of thunderbolts suddenly descended from the sky and landed on Qin Lei and the others.
Qin Lei only felt a convulsion of severe pain all over his body, and his hair and skin all smelled of burning.
"Boom-boom-boom-"
One by one, members of the Qinglei family fell down and disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Before Qin Lei finally disappeared, he only heard the boy's giggling laughter, "See, this is called the lightning spell. Isn't it fun to be struck by lightning?"
When Qin Lei woke up again, he felt an indescribable burning pain all over his body.
After finally adjusting his breath and running it, he found that his cultivation base was damaged a lot by that lightning bolt, and it would take at least a month to recover.
Qin Lei's subordinates were even worse than him, and some of them even lost a small realm.
Such damage is simply a fatal loss for a warrior.
Several of Qin Lei's subordinates were filled with righteous indignation: "Patriarch, do we just forget about it?"
"Pa—" A slap was slapped hard.
Qin Lei's eyes were red, and he roared angrily, "Shut up, do you know who that person was just now?"
His subordinates looked at Qin Lei in panic as they were beaten.
Qin Lei took a deep breath, his voice was hoarse, and he said with fear: "Your family is Yueze, up against the heavenly way, down to the five elements, plagued by old diseases and envied by the heavens, but with the palm of your hand divination formation, you can beat the fortune of heaven and earth, You’ve always heard this saying, right?”
All the subordinates gasped in unison, their faces were full of shock, and even their steps were a little staggering.
"No... Impossible, right? That white-clothed man is... the legend of the Jun family who is said to be able to win the fortune of heaven and earth, and no one can surpass him in the divination of talismans?!"
"Jun Yueze, that is a character that the Jun family has offered up like a god and a treasure. How could he appear in such a place alone?"
Seeing that his subordinates were both shocked and frightened, Qin Lei took a deep breath himself.
Yes, he didn't want to believe it at first.
How could a legendary figure like Jun Yueze appear in such a remote place as Dark Cloud Realm
However, besides Jun Yueze, who else in the world can arrange such an invisible and shadowless Nine-turn Lost Formation that makes people fall into it without even noticing it? And who is weak in body, bad in conduct, and low in cultivation, but can let a god-level monk follow closely
Now Qin Lei is completely convinced that the black-clothed man pushing the chair behind the white-clothed youth is none other than the legendary Jun Yueze's bodyguard—Ji Weicheng, one of the few god-level monks in Siam.
"You have seen Jun Yueze, where is he?"
Qin Lei and the others were stunned when suddenly a clear male voice came.