The person who came here was arrogant and acted so arrogantly within the main hall where the Demon Lord was, which showed that his identity was unusual.

Even though Pei Liang has never met the other party, she would not know who the other party is because of her concern for information.

** Bu Li Shi is the son of the Demon Lord and the young master of the Demonic Way, Ji Feibai.

Sure enough, Liu Wuming turned around the next second and saw the person behind her, with no unfamiliar look on his face -

"You, is it the Demon Lord who specially called you to come here to greet you?"

Ji Feibai suddenly became angry and sneered: "How about killing an apprentice to wake you up?"

Liu Wuming quit, and just like Wan Xie before, he quickly said: "That can't be done. Although my disciple is not handsome and ugly, the whole Hehuan Sect cannot live without her."

"So all you want is someone who can do odd jobs?" Ji Feibai was even more furious, thinking it was ridiculous -

He pinched Pei Liang's chin from behind, forcing his head to tilt upward and slightly backward, so that he could take a closer look.

Although he had long heard about the ugly appearance of the Hehuan Sect's leader, seeing the scars on his face still exceeded Ji Feibai's expectations.

He looked down at Pei Liang's face. The distance between the two was very close, so even a dull person could read his disdain and ridicule from his expression.

Ji Feibai then looked at Liu Wuming and said mockingly: "A furnace that makes wedding clothes for others is so ugly that it cannot even get back the reciprocal benefits you have cultivated for many years."

"Just to be lazy, you refused to accept me as your disciple and chose this thing."

"You think I will believe it?"

But Liu Wuming is really not a liar.

Although Pei Liang was touched by just the right time and luck, Liu Wuming's motivation for deciding to accept her as his disciple was never the upper limit of her talent.

It's her shrewdness, ruthlessness and neat tactics that move forward without hesitation.

Liu Wuming shook his head and said, "Why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth?"

"When I told the master that if he wanted to pass on the title of sect leader to his useless son for personal gain, he would kill him, but he didn't believe it. Not only did he not believe it, he also incited the master to frame me and exclude me."

In an attempt to imprison him with vicious evil methods, wipe out his consciousness, and refine him into a puppet weapon of the Hehuan Sect.

But everyone knows the result.

Mentioning the past events, Ji Feibai's eyes flashed, and then he mocked unceremoniously: "When your master instigated the sect, no one stood on your side. Don't you have any intention to reflect on this?

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Liu Wuming is a once-in-a-millennium genius from the Hehuan Sect. Before he massacred the sect, he was already well-known in the world of cultivation. Even though he acted unruly and disobeyed orders, no matter his status, he made great contributions to the Hehuan Sect and even the Demonic Way.

It is an indisputable fact.

According to the rules of the Hehuan Sect, he should be the best candidate for the next sect leader. But with his strength and reputation, when the previous sect leader incited his followers to frame him and exclude him, no one stood up to support him.

It can be seen that this crazy person is hated by everyone everywhere.

Ji Feibai said: "You have great cultivation, but you are not tolerated by others, but I am different. If you accept me as your disciple, I will definitely spread your fame, ambition, and cultivation achievements throughout the world of cultivation, and let all the monks worship you."

Your innate ideas will make everyone proud to be your disciple."

"Instead of——"

He glanced at Pei Liang, his eyes showing dissatisfaction with Liu Wuming's self-destruction.

But after listening to Ji Feibai's words, Liu Wuming fell into silence for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice was not loud, only within the hearing range of the three people, but it was obvious that the words were not addressed to the people present.

Because he asked: "Can I kill your little cub?"

You can figure out that the person on the other end of the transmission is the Demon Lord himself without even thinking about it.

The other party's answer obviously made Liu Wuming regretful: "Not even a beating?"

It was obviously not possible. They were about to enter the Demon Ancestor's Tomb. Liu Wuming's so-called beating was not something that could be cured in a day or two.

Liu Wuming could only helplessly say to Ji Feibai: "I don't accept you as my disciple because you are boring. You can't be beaten, scolded, or commanded."

"The apprentice can't play, so what's the point of taking him away?"

"As for those ambitions, they are your own, don't rely on me."

After saying that, Liu Wuming finally showed an intriguing smile: "What's more, you are not necessarily better than my disciple."

Ji Feibai's expression became more and more ugly, as if he had been humiliated.

"She?" She was about to say something, but her expression suddenly changed.

The touch feels wrong.

Ji Feibai tightened his fingers, and the neck in his palm snapped, and his head hung softly.

But Liu Wuming on the opposite side showed no change at all.

The voiceless corpse slowly collapsed and turned into a pool of water, which collapsed and leaked from the covered bridge into the center of the lake.

When did this happen?

Ji Feibai asked himself that although he was disdainful of the other party, he could tell at a glance that the ugly girl had condensed the golden elixir. He would not be so negligent to a golden elixir monk.

The next second, he frowned and quickly left the place.

Countless water needles used the bridge deck as cover and instantly pierced the spot where Ji Feibai had just been standing.

Those water needles are so powerful that the bridge deck wood is made of a rare spiritual wood, which is incorruptible and as hard as iron.

But these water needles are as easy as piercing cardboard.

Ji Feibai's eyes flashed with interest, and he dodged several attacks.

At the same time, he said: "I heard that the leader of the Hehuan Sect has a water spirit root, but his skills and moves are tough, ruthless and interesting."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his index finger, then backhand a little, and the water in the center of the lake that was originally controlled surged upwards, fell down instantly, and then returned to calm.

Finally, his eyes fell on somewhere in the middle of the lake, and the corners of his mouth split open, revealing a cruel smile——

"It turns out to be here."

As he spoke, he leaned over and plunged into the water. The next second, he grabbed something and surfaced.

Just as he was about to speak, the expression on his face suddenly turned into disbelief.

As if it was more difficult to accept than when the other party escaped from his hands inexplicably just now, Ji Feibai slowly turned to the thing in his hand.

Astonishingly, a thousand-year-old turtle with a neck as thick as a human was pinched and pulled out of the water.

And the person he was looking for was already standing next to Liu Wuming. The scarred face looked at him and smiled -

"Young Master, you know that we are going through a difficult journey, so you want to kill a bastard to make up for us?"

Ji Feibai threw away the shivering old turtle, slowly came out of the lake, stood on the water in the middle of the lake, and stared at Pei Liang.

At this time, the opponent's body was refreshed and clean, and his posture was calm and calm, not at all like after a fierce battle.

Looking back at myself, I was wet and embarrassed, like a clown.

Just a furnace!

Ji Feibai savored the shame and humiliation at this moment, and only after a long time did he reveal a sneer——

"Sister Hehuan Sect, very good, very good!"

If it wasn't inappropriate, Pei Liang would also like to praise the other party.

This thing is stupid, but it looks amazing. His red clothes were soaked by the lake water and stuck to his body, and the meandering water flowing down from his long black hair did not get into the clothes.

She looks gorgeous and lustful.

This guy's temperament has an inexplicable lust. It's not Liu Wuming's coquettish attitude. If I have to use a metaphor, it's the kind of feeling that's easy to trick into bed.

But by the way, this guy had a story with her in the original work, but compared to the character in the original work, he seems much more childish and reckless now.

Ji Feibai disappeared in the center of the lake, and Pei Liang and Liu Wuming continued to go to the Demon Lord.

On the way, Liu Wuming gave a rare compliment: "In terms of spiritual power, he is even more powerful than you."

After all, Ji Feibai has been practicing since he was a child, and he is also a genius in his practice. The reason why he is stuck in the golden elixir stage now is because he is deliberately suppressed by the Demon Ancestor Mausoleum.

He even suppressed it for much longer than Pei Liang.

Liu Wuming continued: "I didn't teach you how to fight. You have lived in the mountain gate for a long time and you have no way to gain experience."

"Originally, I was thinking about how to make up for it as a teacher, but it seems I don't have to."

Pei Liang was too embarrassed not to criticize him, otherwise this thing would have touched him with all his hard work.

He then asked, "Then what method of compensation did Master originally want to make up for?"

"I will leave you in the back mountain and be hunted by my master day and night. If you can barely survive in my master's hands, it would be enough to go out and protect yourself."

Pei Liang: "Then why has Master not taken action for so long?"

Liu Wuming: "Let me think about it, why did I forget to come?"

"Oh, I was drinking that day, and you brought me a plate of fried peanuts. The taste was incredible. I drank a few more glasses and forgot about it."

After hearing this, not only Pei Liang, but also the Demon Lord was speechless and choked.
To be continued...