1680: C1680 Get out of Here

C1680 Get out of Here

Get out of here, too.

"Hm?"

The cultivators who were chatting looked at Zhao Lang at the same time and noticed the symbol on his sleeve. Their expressions changed slightly. They were just chatting behind his back, but the cultivators of the Happy Devil Sect heard them. They immediately regretted it, and the cultivator who was talking the most excitedly just now shut his mouth. He looked at Zhao Lang with a bitter smile on his face.

Ning Qi was fascinated by what he heard. He heard that Happy Devil Sovereign had broken both his legs. He suddenly felt that it was the right decision to let that guy out. One against four! Such an existence's combat strength was probably stronger than the five great Essence Sovereign. Perhaps it could really bring some trouble to Immortal Emperor Daoyan!

"What's wrong? He didn't say anything? Who gave you the guts to talk about my sect's Sect Leader?"

Zhao Lang's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Brother, we are actually not talking nonsense. Many cultivators have seen this with their own eyes. Every word we said just now is the truth."

The other party smiled bitterly.

"The truth? Do you really think I'm an idiot? Who in this world can defeat my family's Sect Leader with one versus four? If you don't give me an explanation for today's matter, then don't even think about leaving this place!"

Zhao Lang said coldly.

"Don't go too far. Since we have come here, we don't attach too much importance to our lives. Do you really think that we won't dare to attack you because you are a cultivator of Happy Devil Sect?"

The other party was infuriated by Zhao Lang's words. Seven or eight of them stood up and stared at Zhao Lang covetously.

Zhao Lang's expression changed, and a trace of fury flashed across his eyes. There was actually a cultivator who dared to be so disrespectful even though he knew his identity? He was just about to get angry when he was stopped by Duanmu Chong and Yuv Feng. The two of them asked the group of cultivators a few questions, and they told them everything that happened in Dead Man Valley. The cultivators in the broken temple had very interesting expressions on their faces. They were skeptical.

"So there are so many things happening in Dead Man Valley..."

Bu Shaofeng was shocked in his heart. He regretted not seeing this spectacular fight with his own eyes. To be able to raze the Dead Man Valley to the ground, that battle was definitely very exciting. However, if he knew the cause of this battle... It was entirely because of the senior beside him. He was afraid that he wouldn't think this way.

"Impossible. My Sect Leader is a peerless expert. How could it have its legs broken by someone? If I find out that you are the one who spread the rumor, I won't let you go even if you flee to the ends of the earth!"

Zhao Lang still didn't believe it, but he didn't intend to dig deeper into it. Because he considered the current situation, it was indeed inappropriate for him to make a move against someone. Therefore, he threw out a malicious remark and sat down with his legs crossed.

The other party's expression turned ugly when he saw this, and he snorted coldly in his heart. After that, he continued to chat, but the one who spoke the most was... After all, he had learned from his mistakes. It wouldn't be good to talk about Happy Devil Sovereign and the others now. So they changed their perspective, from Essence Sovereign Luxian's perspective. Many cultivators were attracted by the story and listened attentively.

Bu Shaofeng and his sister listened the most seriously. Their ears trembled from time to time. When they heard the interesting parts, they were beaming with joy.

Boom!

Another loud thunder rumbled in the sky.

"It's going to rain soon. Those fellows are coming out again, right?"

One of female cultivator looked at the outside of the broken temple in a daze. Her eyes were filled with sadness. She guessed that her good friend had died here before.

"We're here! We're here! Luckily, we made it in time!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. Tu Kong, Zhang Qinghua, and Ji Kui entered in a flash. There was a look of relief on their faces. Once they entered the broken temple, bean-sized raindrops fell from the outside, but the color of the raindrops was not transparent. They were blood red, as bright as fresh blood!

Everyone swept a glance at Tu Kong and the other two. They curled their lips and ignored him.

"Big brother Tu Kong, we have a seat here, let's sit here."

Ji Kui chose a seat not far away from Ning Qi. When the three of them arrived at the seat, all of them were stunned. They looked at Ning Qi in disbelief.

"Xuan, Mr. Xuanbei? You, why are you here?"

Tu Kong stared at Ning Qi with his mouth wide open, feeling disbelief in his heart. In his opinion, Ning Qi, who had died a long time ago, why would he appear here again?

Zhang Qinghua reacted very quickly. She secretly gave Ji Kui a look. They had to be careful. After all, Tu Kong had betrayed Ning Qi earlier. If Ning Qi remembered it, he would probably take the opportunity to take revenge!1

A trace of mockery flashed across Ning Qi's eyes. He said with a faint smile, "I am fast, right?"

"This... Haha, I knew that Mr. Xuanbei was fast enough and wouldn't die in Dead Man Valley. I never thought that we would meet again. This is fate... "

Tu Kong nodded with a fake smile, then sat down with Zhang Qinghua and the other two girls. However, he was afraid of what Ning Qi just said. It was obvious that he was mocking him for using Ning Qi's speed as an excuse to sell Ning Qi out.

"Fifty. That's exactly fifty people. If another person comes, the number of people will exceed. But now that it's raining, there shouldn't be anyone coming in, right?"

Bu Shaofeng was very nervous about the number of people. He counted again.

In the end, whatever he wanted, he would come. Another group of cultivators rushed into the ruined temple. There were about ten of them. When Zhao Lang saw this group of cultivators, his face revealed a trace of joy.

"It seems like they are full..."

Xiao Wuye frowned.

"It doesn't matter if it's full. Just throw a few people out."

Zhan Donglai sneered.

"You throw it."

Fu Ji smiled.

"Amitabha."

Shijia Ruye put his palms together.

Apart from these four men, the other seven men were also disciples of the seven major sects. Judging from their clothes, Zhao Lang and the other two men quickly stood up and walked forward.

"You all escaped from that restriction? Where are the others?"

Duanmu Chong asked with a frown.

"We were lucky. They came out first. The others should still be here for a while."

Xiao Wuye said lightly. He looked around the temple. Many cultivators felt uneasy seeing this, especially those with lower cultivation base. Currently, there were more than fifty people in the temple. More than a dozen of them had to be eliminated. It was very likely that they would be thrown out by the enemy.

The seven or eight cultivators who had spoken to Zhao Lang before immediately lowered their heads. If one were to say that they weren't afraid of Zhao Lang and the others before, it was because Zhao Lang and the others only had three people. However, things were different now. This group of cultivators had arrived. If it wasn't the Six Dao Reincarnation Sect, then it was the Yin Yang Sect. There were even cultivators from the War Sect and the Nine Sura Ancient Temple. If a conflict were to break out, they would definitely lose!

"This isn't good..."

A trace of worry flashed across Bu Shaofeng's eyes. He and Bu Qingshi could be said to have the lowest cultivation base in the dilapidated temple. If they wanted to get rid of more than ten people, they would definitely be among them!

"So they were held back by some forbidden area, no wonder..."

A look of realization flashed across Ning Qi's eyes. At this time, Zhao Lang and the others had already started selecting cultivators. He casually pointed at more than a dozen people and said, "All of you, get the hell out of here."

The faces of the cultivators who were pointed at turned extremely pale. At this moment, Zhao Lang's eyes fell on Ning Qi. "I remember you. I have seen you in Desolate Domain Great Market before. All of you, get the hell out of here."

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