Ten thousand people finished reading the letter in their hands, and their faces were slightly moved and silent.

Not far away in front of him, Yan Hui stood respectfully. Although he was extremely curious about the contents of the letter, as a subordinate, he kept his duty and waited quietly.

After a long time, thousands of people made their own decisions and their expressions returned to peace.

He silently used a force in his hand, and the letter turned silently into powder, and as his hand swelled in the air. Then, thousands of people looked at Yan Hui and said, "Where has Yao'er been now?"

Yan paused for a moment and replied: "Report to the sect leader, when his subordinates left, the lord set out to return to Huqi Mountain General Assembly. I guess it must be coming soon at this time."

Ten thousand people noticed the word "Master" in his mouth, and their eyebrows moved, but in the end they just chuckled and didn't ask questions. He walked a few steps in the room, walked to the window, and looked out. Then he said, "It's better to go back to Huqi Mountain, stay away from this whirlpool, so as to avoid my worries. - Are you calling Yan Hui?"

Yan Hui was shocked, and he didn't expect that his name would be remembered! Hurry up and replied: "It's Yan Hui!"

Ten thousand people smiled slightly. Although he was laughing, his majesty was still unabashed in the eyes of others.

"Okay, I have received the letter. You go back and assist Yao'er in doing things." Wanren said, adding, "Tell her that she has a sense of responsibility for her father, and she can let go of her actions without worrying about me."

Yan Hui bowed and said, "Yes, I have written it down!" He immediately bowed and retreated.

Just as Yan Hui retreated, he was about to meet a disciple of the Ghost King Sect coming in a hurry. Yan Hui realized something for no reason, but he completed the task and there was no need to stay here, so he did not have any unnecessary curiosity, so he turned around and left.

Ten thousand people went into the room, and after hearing the report of the disciples of the Ghost King Sect hurriedly, his expression moved slightly. He waved his hand, without any extra instructions, just said, "I understand, please go down." When the disciples of the Ghost King Sect retreated respectfully, ten thousand people did not stop in the room, but walked out of the door.

The Ghost King Sect hides in this place, which is also a wealthy manor in Heyang.

There is a lotus pond in the courtyard, with a small piece of lotus root growing in one corner of the pond, and the lotus leaves are green. On the bank of the lotus pond, there is an elegant viewing pavilion. In the pavilion, there is a white-faced scholar sitting quietly, with a pot of tea in front of him and a book in his left hand. Tea is a clear tea, and the book is a biographer sold by local tourists in Heyang. It is very pleasant to drink it by himself.

Ten thousand people walked to the pavilion, and the white-faced scholar raised his head.

As soon as he saw the person coming, he quickly put down the book and stood up: "Sect Master." Ten thousand people walked into the pavilion with a smile and said, "Brother Long is so elegant." The white-faced scholar also smiled softly and said, "It's just a pastime." Then he said with some emotion: "The Sect Master also knows that I have spent countless energy and time on my way to find the 'Qiankun Qingguang Ring', and I'm unfamiliar with my appearance again, so I took this leisure to read some books to understand the current world."

Ten thousand people nodded to show their understanding.

He said a few more ordinary words to Qinglong, and finally got to the point: "Brother Long, I just received the news that the one who is from Wandu Sect has arrived in Heyang City today."

Qinglong paused for a moment, and a light flashed in his eyes: "Does the sect master want me to see that old guy together?" Wanren smiled and said, "Brother Long said it is right, I am just thinking this!" His smile immediately stopped, and a serious look appeared in his eyes, and said, "That senior 'Poison God', when the previous Ghost King was still in power, he was already a senior of the Holy Church. Now that he has been performing his responsibilities for many years, senior 'Poison God' is still the person in charge of the Wanpo Sect. I have to be curious about his current cultivation and status."

Qinglong nodded clearly: "Does the sect leader want to test the old guy's condition?"

Ten thousand people went and said, "That's exactly what it is."

Qinglong said seriously: "The 'Poison God' is not young, but his cultivation is unfathomable! I know that sometimes the 'old guy' may not convince him, so don't relax your guard and be vigilant against the toxic God!"

Ten thousand people suddenly turned solemnly and bowed, "Then I'll be Brother Lao Long!"

Qinglong bowed: "Sect Master, please!"

The head of Wandu Sect came in person, but they were not as high-profile as they imagined. The place where they hid was just a simple manor. Ten thousand people came to visit Qinglong, but Wandu Sect would not be turned away. Leaded by his disciples, ten thousand people came to Qinglong to the living room of the main hall of the manor. The disciples welcomed the two of them to sit down, presented incense tea, and then claimed the crime and left.

After a moment.

The poison god of Wandu Sect has not yet appeared, but there are guests outside the manor led by his disciples. This time, the person who came was a group of graceful women with gorgeous clothes. The leader was thirty years old, with a veil mask and a tight dress, but there was a hint of beautiful scenery on the collar, cuffs and collar. When he saw it suddenly, he felt infinitely attractive. Four people followed her, and another young woman who was dressed similarly to her was dressed in goose yellow clothes, but she was an old acquaintance who had met in Liuboshan.

The thirty-year-old woman stepped into the living room, her beautiful eyes turned and immediately fell on the 10,000 people under the noble pressure. She then moved her lotus steps lightly and came in a soft voice, saying, "Your Ghost King, it's really a long time ago. You Ghost King Sect is well-informed. I heard that Senior Poison God came to Heyang and came to visit him for a moment, but she was still one step behind."

Ten thousand people laughed and bowed: "Mrs. San Miao laughed! My Ghost King Sect is a small sect who has grown up in the Holy Sect. Facing the old man in the sect like the Poison God Senior, I admire him very much, so I have to be more anxious."

It turned out that the woman was the current head of the Demon Cult "Hehuan Sect", Mrs. Sanmiao. The four behind her were disciples. The most outstanding one was Jin Pinger dressed in goose yellow clothes.

Mrs. Sanmiao bowed her body and returned a gift.

"The Heart-Shaping Art" is not as good as hers. Even if she does not need to be driven specifically, she will have a charming meaning in her every move. Of course, this power is useless in front of Qinglong. Both sides are polite and polite, and then they will sit down.

This time, they didn't wait long before they heard a sound of wheels coming from the back of the living room.

Then a young man with beautiful eyebrows and handsome face walked in front. Two strong men behind him joined hands and walked out of the back hall with a wooden chair. Thousands of people looked at anything else, and their eyes fell to the wooden chair at the first time. But on the big chair, there was an old man with white hair and wrinkles in a wide robe and big sleeves leaning on the back. His old eyes were dim and dim, and he was lifted out as if he was weak.

The handsome young man did not care about everyone in the hall, but ordered the strong man to carefully place the big chair in the living room. He waved the strong man away casually, and the young man leaned over and said something in the old man's ear with concern. Anyone who looked at that look was a scene of harmony and filial piety.

Ten thousand people exchanged a look with Qinglong beside them, then turned around and looked at each other with Madam San Miao. However, they were both leaders of the same sect, with deep scheming and would not reveal their true thoughts in their hearts.

Ten thousand people laughed loudly, and saluted politely: "Senior Poison God, I admire my predecessors for a long time, and finally I can meet each other for my whole life. This is polite!"

Mrs. San Miao also followed closely behind and bowed: "I am the Three Miao, I pay homage to Senior Poison God!"

The young man saw the heads of the two sects bow and greeting him, hurriedly said with great tribute and ashamed: "The family master is ill and cannot be polite. I would like to ask Senior Ghost King to forgive Senior San Miao! You are reckless and you are willing to take the family master to greet him, forgive your sins, and forgive your sins!"

It is not surprising that tens of thousands of people recognize this young man.

Mrs. San Miao saw him for the first time. After receiving the gift, she said, "Are you the closed disciple of the senior Poison God who was brought to his command, "Qin Wuyan"?"

The young Qin Wuyan seemed flattered: "A mere ugly name was actually seen as the eyes of the Three Wonderful Seniors, I am ashamed!"

Mrs. Sanmiao chuckled, her charming eyes were hard to understand, and she laughed and said, "Haha~, Xiao Jun Qin, don't be humble, I have heard of you. Now I see you in person, and it's really a wonderful person! You should get closer to each other in the future!"

Qin Wuyan smiled and said, "Madam, you are really good at joking!"

Mrs. Sanmiao's beautiful eyes flashed: "I'm not kidding. If my friend Qin looks down on the Hehuan Sect, you might as well walk around more in the future!" Qin Wuyan's expression was temporarily stuck. Fortunately, the old man who had not been moving had coughed a few times and slowly spoke to relieve him: "Brother of Ghost King, Mrs. Sanmiao, the two of you are visiting each other, I am not very happy! It's a pity that time has not forgiven me, and I am not good at my decaying body. If I don't receive it well, I hope you will forgive me!"

The voice of the Poison God is very steady, but there is a kind of dusk energy that cannot be concealed.

A look of suspicion flashed in Mrs. San Miao's eyes and said politely: "Young senior, don't need to be polite. I come here uninvited. Everyone admires you. It is a great blessing for you not to blame the offense. Why dare to ask for anything else?"

At this moment, several unconcealed and thick auras outside the manor suddenly appeared.

Everyone in the living room turned around in surprise, their eyes gathered and looked outside.

Then he saw the leader, with his eyebrows on his temples, his face was elegant and handsome, and his spirit was full of energy, leading four or five people behind him, walking and tiger-like steps. Ten thousand people stopped at the head for a moment, and then turned to the few people behind him - Yu Hengzi had already met in Liubo Mountain. Without paying much attention, there were three other people in black robes, which made Ten thousand people look surprised after staring at him.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Madam San Miao, Brother Ghost King, Brother Poison God! You are all here, it seems that I was here at the right time!"

The man stepped into the living room and bowed to the three of them.

Ten thousand people smiled and replied, "It turns out it's Brother Yuyangzi!"

The visitor was Yu Yangzi, the "Changshengtang". At this point, the four major sects of the Demon Cult gathered in this simple and inconspicuous manor.
Chapter completed!