"Why is there nothing in this Saintess Pavilion? Except for that old man who looks like an idiot, there is nothing valuable in it."

"What a broken place, I thought there were so many treasures in the Saintess Pavilion, but I didn't expect it to be so cold. Is this the residence of the Saintess of the Burning Heaven Sect?"

"..."

In the hall, many of these rummaging figures were constantly complaining, muttering something, obviously quite dissatisfied.

"Where is that idiot old man?"

Zhuo Wen suddenly rushed to a warrior, lifted him up, and asked coldly.

This martial artist never expected that Zhuo Wen would appear suddenly, and for a while, he seemed a little at a loss.

"Who are you?"

The other two companions who were still rummaging suddenly faced Zhuo Wen, showed their weapons, and stared at Zhuo Wen vigilantly.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and he ignored the two people directly, but stared at the martial artist in his hand, and said murderously: "Where is that idiot old man you mentioned now? Tell me, or you will die."

"Dare to ignore us, court death!"

The two companions shouted angrily, stepped forward with one step, rushed out like a bolt of lightning, and rushed to Zhuo Wen in an instant.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen opened his left hand and pressed it violently. In a short time, the two warriors who rushed over suddenly exploded into two balls of blood mist without even making a sound.

grunt!

The martial artist held by Zhuo Wen swallowed his saliva, trembling all over his body, and quickly shouted: "Don't kill me, I said, that idiot old man is upstairs, he didn't die, he was just knocked out by us That's all."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen carried the martial artist and walked up to the second floor suddenly. Sure enough, in a corner of the second floor, he found the unconscious old Qiu.

However, at this moment, Mr. Qiu was fainting on the ground, his forehead was covered with blood, his breath was weak, and he was dying.

"This is what you call knocking him out? Are you trying to kill him?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he didn't give the warrior a chance to explain, he crushed him to death, then he took out an elixir from the spirit ring and let Qiu Lao swallow it.

Qiu Lao, who was originally unconscious, twisted all over after taking the elixir, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Someone is going to hit me, hit me, help me, I'm dying, help me."

When Mr. Qiu came together, he curled up in a corner in a crazy manner, his voice trembling.

Seeing Mr. Qiu's appearance, Zhuo Wen secretly sighed in his heart, Mu Chenxue was really right, Mr. Qiu had indeed become an idiot.

When he was in the ancient cave mansion, Mr. Qiu had the same demeanor for a while. At that time, Zhuo Wen was only in the realm of the villain, but Mr. Qiu was already in the realm of imperial power.

But now a few years have passed, he has transformed from a teenager to a young man, and his cultivation level has jumped up, becoming a saint.

But Mr. Qiu ended up like this, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Old Qiu, it's okay! Follow me into the Canglong Palace."

With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve robe, the sword pointed at Old Qiu's neck, causing the emotionally agitated Old Qiu to fall into a coma, and then Zhuowen took him into the Canglong Palace.

"It's time to leave Burning Heaven City!"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, and immediately left the Saintess Pavilion, selected the exit of Burning Heaven City, and plundered away like an arrow leaving the string.

However, when Zhuo Wen was about to rush out of the entrance of Burning Sky City, a terrifying restraint suddenly fell in front of him, and Zhuo Wen, who was rushing forward, hit the restraint, and bounced back and flew away.

Zhuo Wen's legs moved a little, and he landed on the ground quite lightly. His eyes slowly narrowed, and they landed on the restriction.

This restriction gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, and this restriction was not limited to the area in front of him, but spread around the entire huge Burning Sky City.

At this moment, the entire Fentian City was shrouded in a huge restriction, and above the center of Fentian City, a copper plate about ten feet in size was constantly rotating.

The surface of this copper plate has complicated patterns and various runes, and it is the center of the restriction covering the entire Fentian City.

Moreover, on the top of the copper plate, a group of people stood proudly. The head of the group was an extraordinary young man. Same, red and blue hair.

Standing by this young man's side, one could feel the strange feeling of the two worlds of ice and fire. Of course, this feeling will never be too good.

"Young master, I can't sense the aura of Xinghua Fifteen people. I'm afraid... more ominous than good." Fang Lao walked slowly to the side of the young man and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, very good, who dared to kill my Binghuo family members, who gave him the courage?" JrNovels.com