C812 Where Is Your Pride?
C812 Where Is Your Pride?
When he walked here, it was as if countless cold eyes were staring at him, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Ancient trees reached into the sky, and the dense water vapor gave off an extremely oppressive feeling. Even the air was filled with a bloody killing intent.
Amongst the palaces, within a palace that wasn't too majestic, two figures were seated.
One of them was a burly man of about fifty years of age. He wore a golden robe, and had a face as sharp as a knife.
The other person was a skinny old man in a long black robe. His skin was wrinkled, like dried wood, and his eyes were sunken, radiating a bright light. His aura was reserved, making it difficult for people to look at him directly.
"Ghost elder, did you call me here today to settle a matter?" The golden-robed man laughed loudly.
"Elder Lei, my apologies, but he's been sent running again and again. This time we've sent out eighteen assassins of the ninth level and above to kill them all." The black-robed elder, the Ghost Elder, let out a sigh.
The face of the golden-robed Elder Lei darkened, and he said in a slightly displeased tone: "Ghost Elder, I don't care how many people you send out, I don't want the process. As long as it comes to the end, I came here in accordance to the credibility of the Yama Mansion, and after three months, you guys actually aren't even able to kill a single remnant of the Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage!"
"Elder Lei, we can be considered old acquaintances. When have I, Gui Wumen, ever let you down? But to kill someone with Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage, I can't exactly use my Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, right?" Elder Ghost wrinkled his brows. He was very displeased with Elder Lei's attitude and was somewhat prepared to be tit for tat.
Sure enough, after hearing Ghost Elder Gui Wumen's words, Elder Lei's tone softened instantly: "Ghost Elder, how about you give a price? I, Lei Jiu, wouldn't be unable to afford to pay such a small amount of Soul Crystal. "
"Elder Lei, since you're so confident, why don't you personally eliminate this remnant evil?" Gui Wumen said neither hurriedly nor slowly, and there was a hint of playfulness in the corner of his mouth.
Hearing that, Elder Lei, Lei Jiu's face became gloomy, as though Gui Wumen's words had stabbed into his sore spot.
"No matter what, I only want to kill this remnant evildoer. My Lei Family can afford all the price." Lei Jiu took a deep breath, then stood up and said loudly.
"Don't worry, for the sake of my reputation, my Yama Mansion will also chase them to the end." Gui Wumen smiled faintly, "Elder Lei, then I shall not send you off."
"Humph!" Lei Jiu snorted, then walked out the door.
When Lei Jiu disappeared, the smile on Gui Wumen's face froze immediately, and his expression turned incomparably cold. He said coldly: "Lei Family, if you must blame something, you can only blame yourselves for being ruthless and merciless all those years ago. If you didn't find my Yama Mansion to make a move against it, my Yama Mansion would also not have lost a future killing saint!"
Gui Wumen walked to the door, looked at the dark sky, and muttered: "It's not that my Yama Mansion is unwilling to use my full strength, but that I don't dare to use my full strength against him. Murong Ye, aiya …"
Sighing, Gui Wumen suddenly disappeared from the palace.
Three days had already passed since Dou Tian entered the Secret Small Space. Doucheng Palace.
In a courtyard, Feng Lang and Ying Feng were discussing martial skills. Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened, and a skinny figure walked out.
The skinny figure was naturally Murong Xue. After Feng Lang brought him back, he had been left in the courtyard. Feng Lang had looked for Dou Tian, but Dou Tian simply ignored him, leaving Murong Xue to fend for himself.
Under Feng Lang and Dou Jin's pleadings, Heaven Fighting had no other choice but to help him stabilize his injuries. After waiting for a few days, Murong Xue finally woke up with a weak body.
"You want to leave again? The door is over there. Feng Lang glanced at Murong Xue indifferently, and no longer paid any attention to him.
Murong Xue was very arrogant, Feng Lang appreciated his arrogance, but he was even more displeased with Murong Xue's rudeness.
"Thank you for saving my life." What surprised Feng Lang was that Murong Xue did not leave, and instead cupped his hands and said to Feng Lang.
"The one who saved you was not me, and I don't have the strength to save you either." Feng Lang did not buy it. Weren't you very haughty, continue to be haughty, and let me see?
Ying Feng stood at the side silently, quietly sizing up Murong Xue, his fair and clear face had a sharp and stern look, his pitch black pupils had a gem-like luster, and also a hint of sharpness and vicissitudes of life.
His thick black hair draped over his shoulders like a waterfall, and his tall figure stood tall and straight like an arrogant pine tree, giving others an extremely clear-cut feeling.
His bloodstained white robe had already been replaced by an ordinary robe, but it was still difficult to conceal his otherworldly temperament. It could be seen that he was very strict with himself.
Murong Xue looked at the two, his face revealing an awkward expression, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Murong Xue right? My name is Ying Feng, come over here for a while." Ying Feng coughed dryly, breaking the silence.
Murong Xue hesitated for a while, but in the end, he still took a step forward and walked to the side of the stone table. He did not sit down, instead he cupped his hands and said to Feng Lang: "Could you bring me to meet the brother who saved me that day?"
"You can't just call me brother, and not everyone can become young master's brother." Feng Lang said with a cold smile. However, he was a little curious in his heart.
Isn't this Murong Xue very arrogant? Why did he suddenly become so humble?
"That's right, not everyone can become Young Master's brother." Regarding this point, Ying Feng also deeply agreed, and said: "Young Noble can treat the injuries on your body, but he might not help you. If you want to treat your injuries, I suggest that you quickly go to other places."
Murong Xue's face turned ugly, he was slightly angry, but he eventually took a deep breath and endured it. He was very clear on the injuries within his body.
If not for that will, he might have died a long time ago. Finding someone else might not have been able to cure him, not to mention that he had personally witnessed the Heaven Fighting Needle suppressing his injuries.
In Murong Xue's opinion, this method was simply godly.
Gritting his teeth, Murong Xue continued, "I don't know what conditions he needs to be able to help me with, but no matter what, I will definitely agree to it."
"Are you willing to become Young Master's henchman?" Ying Feng smiled faintly.
"A thug?" Murong Xue's face stiffened, he shook his head: "I'm a person that would easily attract fatal disasters."
"Oh, you're also afraid of implicating others." Ying Feng realized that Murong Xue was not as proud and aloof as he thought he was.
Feng Lang was also slightly surprised, and thought to himself: "To be able to make him give up his arrogance, it seems like he is also someone who bears a deep grudge. This will has always been supporting him."
"How about this, if you want Young Master to treat your injuries, I'll give you directions as well." Feng Lang thought for a while and said.
"What?" Murong Xue asked without hesitation.
"First of all, you have to make the young master take a liking to you." Feng Lang said in an extremely serious tone.