It’s an invisible and powerful sense of oppression!

Even he himself couldn't explain what was causing this kind of pressure, but he could clearly feel that the calm young man next to him was very angry.

As for the price of calming his anger, Zhan Zhonghong felt that he could not afford it!!

So, he knelt down...

Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside.

Then——

"Is this here? Is there anyone inside?" An arrogant laugh came from outside the house. He sounded relatively young, around 20 years old. "The people inside, please get them out!"

"Giggle!..."

According to the laughter, it's not just one person.

Outside the small courtyard, there were four people.

There were two young people and an old man with gray hair, who was very energetic and could tell that his cultivation level was extremely high. Among these people, there was also a middle-aged man. This man was Gong Zhen, and this Gong Zhen was only

Standing behind one of the handsome young men in white shirts.

Needless to say, they are all members of the Purple Soul Sect.

In terms of status, handsome young people are the highest.

The one who just spoke was another young man in purple brocade. He stared at the room arrogantly and angrily. There was a small purple cloud pattern embroidered on the lapel of his left shoulder. If you look closely, you can see that the young man in white shirt also has it, and the other two also have it.

Same. This is undoubtedly the totem of Ziyun Sect, a mysterious sect in Hua En.

The door to the house was not closed.

There were people inside, one was kneeling and the other was sitting.

These people broke into the hospital without authorization and were slightly stunned when they saw this situation.

The young man in white shirt frowned and couldn't help but remember that when he first stepped in, he signed up to enter this place. The nursing home was supposed to stop him, but a handsome young man who was sorting the medicinal materials casually waved his hand and asked the nursing home to retreat.

Let him go directly. However, the way the handsome young man finally looked at his group, the young man in white shirt was very strange.

It feels like pity...

The young man in purple clothes and brocade took a few steps forward and said arrogantly: "That woman named Qu, come out to greet her, and then she will die obediently! Anyone who dares to kill our Ziyun Sect will be punished."

"..."

The young man shouted, but no one paid attention to him.

However, from his shouting words, people could tell that it was someone from the Ziyun Sect who came.

Mo Lian didn't even raise his eyes, and he didn't care who was coming. He said in a dull voice, "Where are the crows crows coming from so early in the morning? Go out and throw them out of the Qi'an Hall."

"Yes." Zhan Zhonghong breathed a sigh of relief.

If you are busy with something, you don’t need to be punished?

Zhan Zhonghong stood up, saluted and rushed out of the door instantly. He stood on the steps and blocked the door. When he saw the person coming, old man Zhan was stunned. His eyes fell on the old man and he frowned. From this man's expression

He felt the same breath all over his body.

The mysterious position should be the same as his.

Thinking about this, Zhan Zhonghong has a headache!

How to throw it away? What I thought was an easy task now turned out to be a real headache. The little ancestor in the room was angry. How could he explain that he failed to do this?

The corner of Mo Liancheng's mouth raised slightly, but his beautiful eyes looked outside coldly.

He waved his long sleeves, and the door automatically closed without any wind. Squeak! Snap! It closed by itself.

Old guy, you still don’t know the importance of this king if I don’t give you some clues.

If you dare to make decisions without authorization, you have to measure your own abilities.

When Zhan Zhonghong saw him, he smiled bitterly.

The ancestors in the house were really angry...

There was no hesitation, and Old Man Zhan even took action without even thinking.
Chapter completed!