Wang Liangyu knew that the perceptive magic mentioned by Zhang Zhiyou was actually the mental power of sentient beings.

"Why, is there a trap here?" Wang Liangyu chuckled and looked around casually, "To catch a turtle in a urn or to let the dog out?"

Zhang Zhiyou was dumbfounded by Wang Liangyu's words. He could sense that Wang Liangyu was joking, but he had to be cautious and had to be careful: "Senior Emperor Wu is joking, there is no trap!"

"Oh, then what do you want to do?" Wang Liangyu guessed that Zhang Zhiyou must have ulterior motives, but she didn't know what he wanted to do.

Zhang Zhiyou was completely unable to resist and simply showed his cards: "Senior Emperor Wu, I'm offended!"

While speaking, Zhang Zhiyou suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the Shenting point on Wang Liangyu's forehead.

Wang Liangyu subconsciously prepared to raise his hand to block it, but immediately felt that Zhang Zhiyou's finger did not have killing intent, and he felt doubtful and did not take action.

"Thank you, senior, for showing mercy!"

Along with a thank you, Zhang Zhiyou's index finger gently landed on the divine court.

Before coming back to his senses, Wang Liangyu suddenly felt that Niwan Palace was in turmoil, his spirit was in chaos, and the minds of all living beings were like wild horses that had escaped the reins and began to lose control.

Trying his best to stabilize his mind, Wang Liangyu finally noticed something strange. It turned out to be the intrusion of the mental power of all sentient beings.

Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu's face turned cold, he shouted angrily and cursed: "How brave!"

Zhang Zhiyou had found what he wanted. Seeing Wang Liangyu's expression suddenly change, he knelt on the ground without hesitation, threw himself on the ground, and shouted: "Ancestor, calm down!"

Wang Liangyu was startled when he heard this. The hand he had just raised slowly fell down, and he looked at Zhang Zhiyou doubtfully.

Wang Liangyu vaguely remembered that Zhang Zhiyou mentioned last time that Lu Qi, who founded the line of Spring and Autumn storytellers, seemed to be only the second ancestor, so the title of this ancestor is very intriguing.

Huang Rong's eyes on the side also shone, feeling as if she was about to hear some shocking news.

Zhang Zhiyou lay prone on the ground, not daring to move.

"Get up!" Wang Liangyu snorted, motioned Zhang Zhiyou to get up, and then asked, "Do you know me?"

Zhang Zhiyou glanced at Huang Rong and stopped talking.

"But it doesn't matter!" Wang Liangyu glanced at Huang Rong, who was full of expectation, knowing that he might not be able to drive her away at this time.

Zhang Zhiyou coughed lightly and said slowly: "There is a portrait of the ancestor in the Spring and Autumn Storytellers Association." After a pause, he explained, "That finger just now was used by a junior to confirm your identity through a secret method. There are many

I take the liberty of asking Patriarch Haihan!"

Wang Liangyu rolled his eyes and asked angrily: "Tell me, what do you want to do when you are looking for me?" Before Zhang Zhiyou could speak, he waved his hand and said, "Don't count on me, I know, last time

I leave it all to you!"

Zhang Zhiyou quickly shook his head when he heard this and explained: "This junior has no intention of doing this, but just out of respect, I came here to pay homage to the ancestor!" After a pause, he added, "If the ancestor has given instructions, the Spring and Autumn Storyteller will definitely do it.

Go through fire and water, no matter what!"

After hearing this, Wang Liangyu finally understood: "Dare you, you want to help!" After a moment, he stared at Zhang Zhiyou and asked, "However, the Spring and Autumn Storytellers have always been neutral. If you interfere,

My thing is not good, right?"

"The affairs of the ancestors are the affairs of the Spring and Autumn Storytellers!" Zhang Zhiyou raised his head with a solemn expression.

Wang Liangyu was a little moved, hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head and refused: "Forget it, it's better not to break the rules established by the Spring and Autumn Storytellers for thousands of years!" Seeing Zhang Zhiyou eager to say something, Wang Liangyu raised his hand to stop and said, "

Remember, I am just Wang Liangyu now, not anyone else, and I have nothing to do with the Spring and Autumn Storyteller!"

Zhang Zhiyou was even more anxious when he heard this, but he didn't know what to say.

"By the way, I have something to trouble you." On second thought, Wang Liangyu remembered something and asked, "Has the Spring and Autumn Storytellers ever included the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect?"

Zhang Zhiyou nodded and replied: "Back then, Xiaoyaozi used a copy of "Xiaoyao Yufeng" as a matchmaker to invite him to the Chunqiu Pavilion to read the secret scriptures of hundreds of schools in the pavilion." After a pause, he added, "And this one

"Xiaoyao Yufeng" is the source of Xiaoyao sect's martial arts!"

Wang Liangyu looked surprised when he heard this, and then asked: "Can I take a look?"
Chapter completed!