When Ye Shuo heard the three words "Tianxiao Pavilion", his first reaction was the baby.

He had already thought about it. Once the scene was uncontrollable, he would rescue the young man and ask the location of Tianxiao Pavilion so that he could see the baby again. By the way, Yan Xuemeng, it has been a long time since the Xuanyin Cave, and I don’t know how she is doing.

In the room, the young man looked at the middle-aged man with fierce eyes, calmly put down the teacup in his hand, leaned back with his arms on the back of the chair, and said with a smile: "Since I have already seen the idea, even if I hand over my mind, you will not let me leave alive again, right? Because," he paused deliberately, "You can't afford to offend Tianxiao Pavilion."

The middle-aged man felt a tremor when he thought of the great power of Tianxiao Pavilion, but then he became more determined to silence and said viciously: "It's good that you know! I can hand over the mental method as soon as possible, and I can give you some fun!"

The young man sighed, as if he was extremely worried about the middle-aged man's paranoia. The middle-aged man was sure to win, and was not afraid of the cooked duck flying, so he stood leisurely, waiting for him to give his head a gift on his own.

Finally, the boy raised his head, looked innocent, and smiled and said, "Since you are dead, I'd better not hand over it?"

The middle-aged man's face changed. Obviously, he didn't expect that the young man would say such words with a kind face. He whispered his sleeves and sneered: "How dare he be stubborn when he dies? But when he reaches my territory, he can't help you!" He waved his hand and said: "Dark Guard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "swish" sound. On the beams of the room, behind the vase in the corner of the wall, a large number of men in black rushed out at the same time. The men in black surrounded the young man like phantoms.

Judging from this posture, it is obviously already set up here.

The middle-aged man coldly ordered: "Create this kid for me! Be sure to take out words from him! If necessary, I don't mind moving some serious things on him."

"Yes!" After the man in black responded, he immediately surrounded him from all sides.

The young man looked at them calmly and rushed to the front of him. Then he pushed the teacup, jumped up, and flexibly avoided a secret guard's punch in the chest. His body moved several times, sometimes lying on his back in a bent shape, sometimes like a dragon, shuttled and walked with his heart.

Then he waved his arms at the same time and knocked down the two secret guards. The next move was to shrink his elbow and knock back. Several people fell to the ground behind him. He floated up without hesitation. When the secret guards looked up, his toes had already stepped on one person's head steadily, pinched a seal with one hand, swept around him, and in an instant, his eyes were covered with golden light, just waiting for the lightning and wailing sounds to subside, and there were no secret guards left at the bottom of his feet, and all of them fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man's expression was as dull as if he had seen a ghost. He was shocked until now: "You are not poisoned? This... how is this possible! I clearly saw you drink that cup of tea with my own eyes..."

The young man smiled faintly, jumped back quickly, squatted on the chair, and smiled and said, "This Junshan Silver Needle is indeed the best. If you don't drink it, wouldn't it disappoint your kindness in hospitality? But you ignored one thing, my Tianxiao Pavilion's detoxification pill is naturally much better than some of your secret poisons! Since it's your own concern, you won't lose this game."

When the master heard this, his arrogant arrogance suddenly became mostly weak, and he secretly hated in his heart: "Damn... If you give me another chance..."

The young man laughed: "Even if you give you many more chances, it will be useless! Definitely!" As his shout fell, a beam of spiritual power suddenly shot out from his fingertips, firmly bound the middle-aged man who rushed forward and desperately fought to the spot. After a crackling explosion, the flashing light gradually dimmed, and it solidified into a rough hemp rope.

"You really never know how to learn from your lessons. If the people from Tianxiao Pavilion were subdued by you so easily, how could we have always dominated the dominant position of the spiritual continent for thousands of years?"

The young man sarcastically again, then jumped off the chair, looked at the master with his angry eyes for a while, then leaned forward to him, and said slowly: "But I have to congratulate you. From today on, you have officially been on the blacklist of my Tianxiao Pavilion. It's better to set up your funeral as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of white light flashed around his body, and his figure also faded in the light and shadow. Until the light condensed to the extreme, the outline presented by the fluctuations of spiritual power had decreased to the size of the needle tip, and after the flash of the cross shape finally became completely invisible in the air.

The boy had been away for a long time, but the middle-aged man was still tied up by hemp ropes and was wailing and struggling in the room. Because his legs were tied together, he could only jump from the middle of the room to the door, and finally knocked down the door panel and fell out.

Ye Shuo and Chu Tianyao were about to enter the house, but noticed that the middle-aged man could not dodge at all. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that he was lying down at his feet. The gaze he cast just happened to collide with his two resentful gazes.

Before the middle-aged man could speak, Ye Shuo was quick to speak and said first: "Ah, master, you are at home!"

The middle-aged man looked at him and furious, saying, "Who are you? Who allowed you to come in?" Without waiting for them to answer, he shouted straight with his neck: "Come! Where are you? Where are you dead!"

Before he called more people, Ye Shuo rushed forward to untie the rope for him. When this gesture of goodwill made him slightly stunned. When he temporarily relaxed a little alert, he took the opportunity to attach himself to his ear and whispered: "That's right, we have something to discuss with you. - I heard that you are very interested in the 'ancient soul method'?"

The middle-aged man screamed like a pig, and after his words came to a miraculous abrupt end.

After a moment of silence, he slowly stretched his limbs, his tone was calm, but he still said with a slight warning: "Okay, then come in with me." As he spoke, he turned around and led the two into the room. After the three of them took their seats, a layer of soul ban was quietly dispersed in the room to prevent the conversation from leaking.

Ye Shuo and Chu Tianyao also noticed his actions, and now they pretended not to notice them.

The middle-aged man lifted up the teapot, filled the two tea cups placed on the table, pushed them forward and spread his hands slightly to indicate.

If you are an ordinary customer, even if you don’t like to drink tea, you will often give it a few sips to sell the owner’s face. However, Ye Shuo just heard it out the window that the owner would add secret poison to the tea for entertaining guests. Who knows if this would be two more cups of poisonous tea with added ingredients?

Although there is nothing he deserves to covet, when he is away, it is better to be careful in everything. He gently holds the teacup in his palm and pretends to warm his hands, but he never speaks. Chu Tianyao is even too lazy to look at the teacup directly.

The middle-aged man seemed to know that they were worried, and snorted coldly without saying much.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Ye Shuo took the initiative to say, "That's right, is it Mr. Mu? Did you take out the Jiuqu Xuanyin Pill at this auction for sale?"
Chapter completed!