"Lingyao is not hindered, Lingyao is not hindered..."

Lu Fan walked out of the inn with these four words in his mouth.

Since Wu Kongling could write these four words in his palm, it means that Wu Kongling must know the situation. Although Lu Fan was anxious, he also understood that he could not force Wu Kongling too much at this moment.

Maybe Lingyao can only rely on Wu Chongling for things.

As for the ones who must kill She Ling later, Lu Fan could probably guess what was going on.

Since She Ling is also a demon cultivator, she must be more powerful than Wu Kongling. According to Prime Minister Lu, she must be from a great demon cultivator. Such a person will naturally not dare to offend Wu Kongling.

With a sigh, Lu Fan clenched his fists secretly.

Of course he wouldn't have thought that Ling Yao was actually in Wu Chongling's hands.

Lu Fan was full of anger now and just wanted to find She Ling directly and kill him!

As soon as he walked out of the store a few steps, a group of warriors rushed directly into the store from him.

Before Lu Fan could react, he saw several familiar warriors walking towards him. One of them bowed to Lu Fan and said, "Prince Lu Fan, please give in. It will be bad if you hurt you later!"

Lu Fan carefully looked at the outfits of these people.

Suddenly, Lu Fan recognized it and frowned and said, "You are from the Lu family!"

The Lu family warrior nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Lu Fan. Please do not stop the Lu family from doing business."

Lu Fan looked at the warrior rushing into the store and said slowly: "You have been following me!"

The warrior of the Lu family replied calmly: "Yes. The order given by the head of the family. Since Mr. Lu Fan has already received the news he wants, please give the rest to our Lu family!"

After saying that, the warrior of the Lu family pulled out the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Catch everyone out for me!"

Suddenly, a group of Lu family children rushed into the store like wolves and tigers.

Lu Fan stared at him and said loudly: "You have caught the wrong person."

The warrior of the Lu family said, "It's right, you don't need to judge, Mr. Lu Fan. I only know that the head of the family told me that there will definitely be clues when following Mr. Lu Fan. Now what I want to catch is the clues!"

As soon as the words were finished, an explosion suddenly came from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out from the backyard, which was the ethereal figure.

Lu Fan looked at Wu Kongling from a distance, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a voice: "It's not me."

Wu Kongling stood in the air, turned his head to look at Lu Fan, and then his body suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared!

"Don't let her run away, form a formation!"

The warrior of the Lu family shouted loudly.

But at this moment, a thick smoke came out of the inn, covering all eyes.

A group of warriors released their might and brought up a strong wind to blow away the thick smoke.

But when the strong wind blew, the thick smoke became more and more.

Lu Fan chuckled twice and slowly retreated. Soon, all the children of the Lu family and tenants inside retreated.

And after they all withdrew, the smoke suddenly subsided and dissipated in an instant.

When all the children of the Lu family looked inside, there was no one left.

"hateful!"

The warrior of the Lu family shouted loudly.

Lu Fan said calmly: "It seems that the clues of your arrest are not going well, I'll leave first."

Lu Fan carried his hands on his back and walked away with great strides.

The warriors of the Lu family suddenly looked strange and retreated quickly.

......

A moment later, in the Lu family, Prime Minister Lu quietly listened to the narrative of the Lu family warriors.

Nodded slowly, Prime Minister Lu said: "It seems that my judgment is correct. Lu Fan is indeed in love with Wu Kongling, and Wu Kongling has also contacted She Ling and others."

Prime Minister Lu stood up and called a middle-aged man. This man was not handsome, dressed in plain clothes and looked humble. Seeing Prime Minister Lu call him, he slowly stepped forward and said, "What are the instructions of the head of the family?"

Prime Minister Lu said: "Lu Bai, I asked you to keep an eye on all the demon cultivators in the capital. Why did such a big mistake happen this time?"

Lu Bai's face remained unchanged and bowed and replied, "The head of the family is not the incompetent children of the Lu family, but the one who came to the capital this time, not only were there demon cultivators like She Ling, but their sect leader also arrived. It was just found out that the Ghost God Sect and the Purple Yi Sect merged and changed their name to the Purple Soul Sect. The head of the family, what you are most worried about happened in advance!"

Prime Minister Lu said in surprise: "What? Their sect leader is here too?"

Lu Bai said: "Yes, the leader of the Purple Soul Sect, Wuhun, has arrived. He is in the city, and he is unknown. Unless the elder of the academy takes action, no one can follow him. It is precisely because he is in the capital. Therefore, other demon cultivators seem to be more difficult to track down. The demonic energy emitted by him alone almost covers half of the capital, and it is also an illusion."

Prime Minister Lu thought for a moment and said, "It seems that this incident is not just a disaster for my Lu family. What is he doing in the capital?"

Prime Minister Lu waved his hand gently, and everyone left the study room with clarity, and then gently closed the door.

The lights were all gone, and only a ray of light shone through the skylight and shone on Prime Minister Lu's face.

"Why exactly?"

Prime Minister Lu closed his eyes and began to think quietly.

......

At night, the sky is full of stars.

In the old alley, the Dong Fatty's tavern was open with the door open, and only the Dong Fatty was sleeping in the carriage of wine.

Snoring sounded like thunder, and Fatty Dong was lying on the counter, talking nonsense from time to time.

Suddenly, a black shadow slowly appeared from the door. The person who came was wearing black clothes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and two sword scars at the corners of his eyes. There was no sound when he walked around, and there was no sound at all.

The long hair was loose and the wind was automatically blown. The visitor stood at the door, looked at the fat man on the counter, smiled slightly, and said, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, are you just receiving me like this?"

The snoring stopped immediately, Fatty Dong opened his eyes, glanced at the person, and chuckled, "Who am I at that time? It turned out to be you, the soulless old ghost."

He slowly got up, Fatty Dong put down the wine jar and said, "You can sit there, but you don't have any wine."

Wuhun smiled and said, "I haven't drunk for many years."

Walking slowly into the store, Wuhun sat down on a chair, looked at it lightly, and smiled and said, "Dry Heart Divine Spirit Tree, the only ten sacred trees in the world, were cut down by you. I thought that you would do important things with the sacred tree, at least to build a handy dead wood sword. Unexpectedly, you actually made the sacred tree wood into tables, chairs, and benches, and even built such a broken store!"

Fatty Dong smiled and said, "It's just wood. What's the difference between making a sword and making a chair?"

Wuhun shook his head and said, "It's a waste of resources."

Fatty Dong laughed and said, "When you reach my realm, you will know that there is no saying that you are wasting heavenly resources in this world. The so-called birth of all things to nourish people is just a nonsense."

Wuhun said coldly: "You are mocking me. What's so great about the limit? You are not as suppressed by heaven and earth as a dog, but you are not as happy as Wu Zun."

Fatty Dong laughed loudly and said, "Your narrow mind deserves to be unable to reach the limit for the rest of your life."

Wuhun snorted coldly and said, "Then should I say you deserve to be a sloppy little boss?"

Fatty Dong waved his hand and said, "Okay. I've been quarreling for decades, and it's time for enough. When you were in the master's sect, you didn't agree with me. Now you still don't agree with me. It's useless to talk to you more. You'd better tell me what to do when I come here tonight."

Wuhun was silent for a moment and said, "I'll see if this capital city has a place to stay."

Fatty Dong immediately responded, "No need to see it. I will tell you directly, no. You should go back to your nest and practice with peace of mind. This way you can live longer."

Wuhun said: "Why don't I believe this huge capital can't stand me alone? Are you planning to stop me?"

Fatty Dong smiled and said, "Stop you? I really don't have any interest at all. Compared to fighting, I prefer drinking. Besides, there are many experts in the capital. If I don't need to take action, you will die miserably as long as you dare to take action. Take the little guy under your command who pretends to be a talisman tribe, hurry up and take him back. I see that he is covered in blood and will not be able to live long."

Wuhun said loudly: "Is that so? Who can stop me except you in the entire capital?"

Fatty Dong shook his head and said, "You still don't understand. Can't you really feel that your feet are full of murderous intent?"

Fatty Dong stamped his feet and looked at Wuhun with a smile.

Instantly, the soulless expression changed slightly.

After a moment, Wuhun said: "Of course I know that the formation under my feet is very powerful, but it can't stop me."

Fatty Dong shook his head and said, "A person who doesn't hit the wall and doesn't look back. Okay, let me tell you what is in the capital. Do you know the small world of Wuhuang?"

Wuhun's palm shook and said in surprise: "This thing is really in the capital?"

Fatty Dong smiled and said, "Otherwise, what do you think I've been in the capital for so many years? Where do you think I've got something that I haven't gotten? As long as this thing falls into the hands of a martial master like you, killing you is like killing an ant. Do you think there is a shortage of martial masters in the capital?"

Wuhun was silent and said nothing.

Fatty Dong shook his head and said, "Go back. Before you enter the limit, don't think about subverting Wu'an anymore. Your capital is still far from it."

Wuhun slowly stood up and walked out.

Fatty Dong looked at Wuhun's back as he was about to walk out of the store, sighed and said, "Young junior brother, sometimes it's not a good thing. Although the demon cultivator is fast, it's not stable."

Wuhun's voice became much calmer at this time, and he said calmly: "I know whether it is stable or not. Senior brother, thank you for your advice today."

Fatty Dong said, "The people from back then were all clean. The rest, whether good or bad, were old friends. Junior brother, if you have time to go back to Chaos and sweep the master's grave."

Soulless nodded in slightest, and then the figure merged into the night.

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Chapter completed!