"Let's wait!"

Just as Leng Han was thinking about how to test the true identity of the West Building.

The door was pushed open.

Leng Han stood in the center of the Dark Moon Hall conference room, looking at the visitor unexpectedly. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you Mr. Leng's blessing, it's okay." Sima Wuji wore a black felt hat and a black tweed coat. His hands remained unchanged for thousands of years. It was the pair of black leather gloves.

If you have a revolver in your hand, you will be a Dark Night Assassin with this outfit.

"It's fine." Leng Han nodded and patted Sima Wuji's shoulder: "In the future, we will serve the Immortal Clan. With your wisdom and my strength, as long as we join forces, there will be few rivals in the world! At that time, you will be the number one hero!"

Those present were all members of the Leng family and Leng Han’s confidants.

So he did not hide his ambitions.

"These are all later stories." Sima Wuji walked to Leng Qianming, lifted him up and threw him on the ground.

Then, sit on it yourself.

"I heard that you are checking the West Building?" After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth as if no one was around, and took out a lighter to light it.

For those who don’t smoke, cigarettes are the most offensive thing.

The hobbies of the masters are different from those of ordinary people.

Only people like Sima Wuji who are incompetent can have such fun.

"Yes, we're still discussing it just now." Leng Han waved his hand and signaled Leng Qianming to retreat: "I hope to hear and see!"

After all the daylight incidents, his attitude towards Sima Wuji changed drastically.

Perhaps sometimes, the power of wisdom is really stronger than brute force.

If Sima Wuji hadn't come forward to rescue the situation, the alliance would have been over long ago.

He Leng Han also faced Zuoqiushan with weak power.

"No good idea." Sima Wuji pinched the cigarette with one hand and gently flicked the ash: "I'll only say a few things."

"Speaking."

Leng Han, who had originally planned to leave, strode to his position and sat back.

It can be seen how much he attaches importance to it.

"When I was in Zhendu," Sima Wuji leaned on the chair, a little depressed. "In Zhendu, Lin Zhan and I met the Holy Lord. Not long after, Emperor Lin Qing also went."

"No," said Lin Qingdi sneered: "You encouraged Wei Youlan, chairman of the Zhendu Martial Arts Association, to lead a group of warriors to siege the Holy Lord, and I am also inside! As a result, you and Lin Zhan did not appear at all! If I hadn't run fast, he would have become the Holy Lord's sword ghost!"

It would be fine if I didn't mention it, but when I mentioned this, Emperor Lin Qing suddenly felt angry.

I think about it again when I was poisoned during the day and almost died.

Sima Wuji knew there was something wrong early in the morning and didn't appear at all.

He is even more angry!

Can't you tell yourself in advance?

"We won't mention the past." Sima Wuji waved his hand and buzzed the cigarette butt at the feet of Emperor Lin Qing. "Is it OK to talk about this western building first?"

"you……"

"Lin Qingdi, let Sima Wuji finish his words first." Leng Han interrupted Lin Qingdi and comforted him: "After all, I have been an emperor, why is this just a measure? I was designed by Feng Xingluo and broke a hand. Isn't I still smiling at him?"

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Emperor Lin Qingdi frowned, complaining and dissatisfaction, so he could only swallow it for the time being.

Sima Wuji swept the ashes on his body and said leisurely: "The Holy Lord appeared in the town, but disappeared soon. This time he disappeared, no one knew the trace. However, Luo Shuyan was rescued, which means that the Holy Lord had come to Kunlun."

"I know about Wu Yuan's incident." Leng Han nodded: "The Holy Lord should be around. Last night, many of Wu Yuan's people died. Except for Shaoliang in my residence, the rest were not spared."

When the enemy came late at night, after killing all the masters of Wu Yuan, he was able to retreat calmly from the Leng family.

Apart from the Holy Lord, Leng Han could not imagine a second person.

But indeed, they couldn't find any trace.

Even Shaoliang left late at night, and no one knew what to do.

"Sima Wuji, what did you say about the Holy Lord at this time? Could it be that what happened today was planned by the Holy Lord?" Leng Han thought carefully. Since Sima Wuji mentioned the Holy Lord, it means that the Holy Lord must have something to do with this matter.

Otherwise, why would it be mentioned suddenly?

"According to your investigation results, the first time Xilou appeared was at a station between Zhendu and Kunlun Mountain, and I have been to your Leng family."

Sima Wuji seemed to find it boring and took out another cigarette, but it didn't ignite it, just rubbing it in his hands.

"It happened that the Holy Lord disappeared from Yongcheng and never appeared again. Do you think this is a coincidence, or intentional?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.

"What do you mean, the West Tower is probably pretended to be the Holy Lord?" Lin Qingdi was a little stunned.

If this is true, wouldn’t it be a big deal to the world?

"I have three ways of living, and I can achieve such success at such an age. To be honest, I can't think of a second person. But this is just a guess. It is not impossible for a genius to emerge in the martial arts world."

Sima Wuji stood up and thought for a moment: "If not, then it's best. If so, we will be in danger. At present, we must determine his identity as soon as possible!"

"How to confirm?" After hearing this, Leng Han felt a chill on his back!

If this is true, wouldn’t they be fooled as monkeys?

"Use Leng Yuexin." Sima Wuji looked at Leng Qianming: "I agree very much about this. But your ideas are not enough. According to my plan, if Leng Yuexin is really moved, just look at this western building and can hold on or not."

"Mr. Sima, your idea... is too vicious! I don't understand why a man in the room wants to let a woman suffer!"

If it weren't for Leng Han's face, Leng Qianchou really wanted to curse!

What do you think of your daughter?

When it's a tool?

"Those who achieve great things are not careful!" Sima Wuji pointed at Leng Qianchou, and his voice suddenly raised: "In order to overthrow the Holy Lord, do you know how many people died and how many years have been spent? How many people have worked hard for it? In front of these dead people, your daughter is not worth mentioning! Even a speck of dust is not considered a speck of dust!"

"But that's my daughter!" Leng Qianchou gritted his teeth, his eyes long ago red.

"Daughter?" Sima Wuji snorted: "I gave my daughter to the Holy Lord four years ago. Compared to me, you are nothing!"

Jiangling married the Holy Lord!

"What we have to do is to change the big things that are enough to change the entire future! On the credit book, there will be your daughter's name." Sima Wuji walked over and whispered: "Some things you can't change."

"Leng Qianming will do this!" Leng Han waved his hand and Leng Qianming left immediately.

"If he is the Holy Lord, what should we do? If he is not, what should we do?" Leng Han asked.

He believed in Sima Wuji more.

Especially now, this guy has become an undead clan and is considered his own.
Chapter completed!