Lang Qinghe looked at the leader of Yang Wei in awe.

The uninformed outsiders always say that the head of Ling Jizong is generous and honest, but they don’t know that this guy’s belly is full of black water.

"Remember, don't shout my identity in front of others."

Lang Qinghe angrily reminded him, for fear that something might happen to Yang Wei, which would lead to the covetousness of Fei Zhongyang and a few small animals.

If he had the strength he had before, he might not have been so cowardly.

Now, consider the strength of both sides and be strategically timid.

It’s not that I’m worried about myself, but now that I have the bond of Liu Feifei, I can’t do the same as before that I would rather burn my jade than take a step back. The head of Yang Wei read Yang Jing’s letter and knew the cause and effect. He smiled and changed his words: “Okay, okay, Master Poyun.”

Nephew???

Hearing this title, Lang Qinghe's forehead was leaping violently and he gritted his teeth: "Don't call me this name."

The head of Yang Wei asked with a smile: "If you don't shout like that, why do you shout?"

Lang Qinghe: "..."

The head of the sect, who is familiar with Lang Qinghe's temper, decisively changed the subject. Seeing that he rubbed his chest unnaturally, he thought he was injured. He turned around and asked Yutan to show him: "Is it because of this body that has a hidden disease? Junior Brother Yutan shows him, don't leave any hidden injuries to affect your cultivation."

"Yanghua True Lord" has a talent in the original shell and is considered to be one of the best among his peers.

But the head of the sect knew very well that if "Yang Hua" had not suffered eight or nine years in the human slave farm and had spent another three years to regulate his body, he would have gone higher and farther. Now that he has a new body, it is equivalent to returning to the starting line, and he can't waste his talents anymore.

Lang Qinghe stepped back when he heard this, and his cheeks switched seamlessly between red and blue.

"I was not injured, I was very well!"

"But you just kept rubbing..."

Lang Qinghe: "..."

True Lord Yutan glanced at the serpent, who was simple or stupid, and threw a bottle of pills over.

"He is not sick, but the woman's body grows and develops naturally... This bottle of medicine can relieve discomfort."

"…Oh, yes, wait--has the junior brother become a junior sister?"

The reflex arc of Yang Wei's head is very touching.

Lang Qinghe grinded his teeth and pointed at Pei Ye and said, "...If it weren't for this person, how could I do this?"

Pei Ye shrugged: "I saved your integrity, brother. The river has not been over yet, you just want to break the bridge?"

The head of Yang Wei had to smile silly and skillfully separated the two junior brothers (or junior sisters???).

Harmony brings wealth, and harmony brings wealth.

This time I came here not to recognize my brothers.

"I checked all the files and files related to the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower, but I still haven't found a feasible way... The seal of the Demon Suppression Tower was originally built by the junior brother's ancestors, and now..." The leader of Yang Wei paused, and Yu Guang secretly looked at Lang Qinghe's face. Seeing that he did not have a gloomy face, he continued to say, "Junior brother... do you know the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower, do you have a solution?"

Lang Qinghe said: "My way is to kill all the demons in the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

True Lord Yutan said: "This method is unrealistic."

Even if the entire Lingji Sect is integrated, it cannot be done.

The demons and ghosts in the Demon-Suppressing Tower have been accumulated since their establishment to the present, and the one at the bottom of the tower, they cannot be shaken.

Yutan reminded them: "Don't forget, the demon clan is still staring at us, and he can't draw any extra staff..."

Except for the demon clan, other sects in the cultivation world are not at ease.

Once the battle between Lingjizong and Tufang Valley was so weak, it would be sooner or later to be divided and disintegrated.

Lang Qinghe said lightly: "Then there is only one left."

Master Yang Jingzhen stood up suddenly: "I object, this won't work!"

The head of Yang Wei and the True Lord of Yutan both looked at Yang Jing, who had a fierce reaction: "What is the method?"

Lang Qinghe said: "Living sacrifice! Just like my mother back then."

Zhenjun Yang Jing pulled out his long sword with a sound, and was about to cross the neck of Lang Qinghe, but was stopped by another long sword.

"Junior Brother Yang Jing, calm down first."

Zhenjun Yang Jing held the hilt tightly, and his sharp eyes seemed to be about to penetrate Lang Qinghe's body.

"I don't believe there is no other way except for a live sacrifice..."

"Believe it or not." Lang Qinghe looked at Yang Jing sarcastically, as if he was compassionate and accused, "Or, you can take the risk and try it out and fill this hole with the lives of tens of millions of disciples from Lingji Sect to see if it can be filled? This may be fate."

If there were other ways, his mother would not have taken that path.

Just when the atmosphere of several people was in a stalemate, Pei Ye, who had been watching the show, said.

"Since there is a way, why not? I think it's OK."

Lang Qinghe thought Pei Ye misunderstood the candidate for the live sacrifice and reminded him "good intention".

"If you choose a live offering, you will be the one who is a live offering. Do you still think it's OK?"

The head of Yang Wei and the true Lord of Yutan said in unison: "What???"

Lang Qinghe spread his hands and sneered: "The owner of this shell is not me, even if I have the will, I can't do it. "Yanghua True Lord" created "Lang Qinghe" not only to seek breakthroughs in realm, but also to leave a way out for himself... If so, if he really reaches the point where he has to sacrifice to the Demon-Suppressing Tower alive, at least he will have a glimmer of hope. Who would have thought that there would be so many twists and turns in the middle..."

"Lang Qinghe" is a small trumpet, while the large trumpet "Yanghua Zhenjun" died of the double torture of the elixir-breaking poison and the inner demon during his retreat in the stone chamber.

By chance, Pei Ye took over the big size.

The head of Yang Wei opened his mouth.

After a while, he said slowly and firmly: "The Demon-Suppressing Tower is Lingji Sect's business, and you shouldn't bother with 'outsiders'. Junior Brother Bao, go out."

Pei Ye, who was suddenly "outsider": "..."

She burst out laughing.

"You guys, there is no need to argue about such meaningless things, right?" Pei Ye smiled as he looked at the eyes of several people, "Don't forget, this body has the poison of the broken pill, and there is no detoxification. Since I can't live long, why don't I let me try it? Maybe I can go back if I die. Stay here for too long, and I forgot all the contents I learned in the textbook. What should I do if I fail the exam after going back?"

It is not scary to fail the subject, but the terrible thing is the hell-style make-up exam.

Lang Qinghe looked at Pei Ye as if he didn't know him.

The other party's eyes were full of calmness, without any haze, hypocrisy and resentment.

At this moment, he felt in a trance that he was looking directly at the sun and moved away his gaze as if he could not bear it.

The head of Yang Wei pointed at the door: "That won't work, you go out! I'm not too cowardly yet to sacrifice someone to protect others!"

Pei Ye: "Senior Brother..."

Yang Wei's face was cold, and his silly smile disappeared from the past, and his eyes were also filled with a cold light.

"Do you think my words just now are just joking and talking to you?"

This was the first time Pei Ye was beaten so fiercely by someone. He knew that this person had good intentions and was somewhat angry.

"Okay, I'll go out!"

When Pei Ye left and disappeared, the head of Yang Wei was coldly swept over the three junior brothers present, especially Lang Qinghe, who had the longest pause.
Chapter completed!