C832 Block the Door
C832 Block the Door
He could actually feel something. For example, he could roughly guess why a group of scary old men lived in seclusion on the mountain.
He had some guesses, but after thinking about it, he still did not say it.
Firstly, if he said it out loud, it would only make the old men blush.
Secondly, even if he said it, it would be meaningless. Because right now, other than saying sarcastic words, he could not help at all. If he had the time, he might as well continue to increase his strength as soon as possible.
He wanted to be able to keep these old fogeys behind him one day. These words were definitely not just empty words.
"Let's go, let's go home."
He was still in a daze at the door of the villa. He was silent for a long time. Only when a car stopped in front of him and crazily honked its horn did he shake his head and stagger towards his home.
...
Sun Tu had gone missing.
When the news came from Modu, the entire Blood God Hall headquarters seemed to be shrouded in a layer of shadow.
Heavenly Level Killer was the foundation of Blood God Hall. Even if it was just one Heavenly Level Killer, it was a result that they couldn't bear.
What was even more terrifying was that they had no idea who attacked them.
Suddenly, in the silent hall... Someone said:
"Do you think it was the Dragon Chamber Of Commerce?"
"Impossible!"
Almost immediately, someone frowned and refuted:
"According to our information, among the people of the Dragon Chamber Of Commerce in Modu, there is only one person who can fight Shortie Sun. " Also, that person is no match for Shortie Sun. "
"Moreover, on the day Shortie Sun went missing, that person was also on a mission in Modu. Could it be that he knows how to clone himself?"
The first person who spoke was also helpless.
"Then tell me, why did Sun Tu disappear for no reason? Could it be that he was killed by that kid called Mo Nan?"
He had just finished speaking.
The group of people in the hall looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.
"Alright, be quiet."
On the high platform, the young man that had been deep in thought since the start of the meeting finally spoke at this moment. As soon as he was born, the crowd instantly quieted down.
"There is no evidence that Sun Tu is dead yet."
"After all, none of us saw his body."
"Maybe he hasn't touched a woman for a long time and went straight to look for that guy's woman. Things are not as complicated as we thought..."
Although he said so, he actually felt a little guilty.
After all, in his impression, although Sun Tu was lecherous, he was not someone who did not know how to take things seriously. At least, he would not do those things before talking to Mo Nan.
The people below the stage obviously thought the same.
At that time.
Outside the stone door. Suddenly, someone kept knocking on the door.
"Come in!" The young man in the red robe said unhappily.
In an instant, an assassin from the Blood God Hall ran in from the outside. When he saw the Heavenly Level Killer warriors in the hall, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His head was instantly empty.
Until the young man above urged him impatiently.
He quickly half-knelt and said:
"Reporting to Palace Master, there is an old man outside who blocked the main door of the main hall and even threatened to see you..."
"Impudent! Do you think I can meet anyone who wants to see me?! In addition, he is just an old man. Don't tell me that you all won't act on your own?" The young man was already furious to begin with. When he heard this, he immediately slammed the table and berated.
The person kneeling down immediately trembled. However, he still braced himself and said:
"We have made a move, but... Hall Master, I will have to trouble you to personally take a look."
"Oh?"
The young man frowned when he heard something wrong from the kneeling assassin. In the end, he still carried his forehead and walked out.
And behind him.
All the Heavenly Level Killer warriors of the Blood God Hall followed him like a shadow. It could be said that the most powerful force of the Blood God Hall had already gathered here.
Outside the door.
"Heh, I haven't been here for decades. I never thought that the Blood God Hall has fallen to such an extent that not even a single Fellow Taoist could be found."
Yang Zifong was still wearing his yellow Daoist robe. As he waved the dust in his hand, a large number of broken limbs flew out of the Blood God Hall.
Inside the door, everyone was trembling with fear.
They did not know where this old man came from. They only knew that this old man looked like a man of righteousness, but when he attacked, he was even more ruthless than the assassins.
Just look at those colleagues lying on the ground. In just a few minutes, the ground at the entrance of the Blood God Hall had already been dyed red.
However, the old man didn't seem to have any intention of giving up.
"Stop!"
At that moment, a voice sounded from behind. The assassins recognized the owner of the voice and hurriedly made way. They even kept shouting:
"Old thing! You are finished. Our master has arrived. Let's see how you die."
"It's not too late to kneel down and admit your mistakes..."
Yang Zifong narrowed his eyes.
But before he could do anything, the young man who was already exposed turned around and scolded, "Shut up, a bunch of trash, get out of my sight!"
"Oh."
The killers gathered together immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Quite a number of people hurriedly ran far away and did not forget to look in Yang Zifong's direction with fear and trepidation.
"Hehe."
Yang Zifong was standing at the door. Even though he saw more than ten Heavenly Level Killer warriors, he still maintained a calm smile on his face.
The young man at the front was slightly shocked. He had just witnessed the entire process of the old Daoist's attack, and he had some guesses in his heart. The result made him feel a chill in his heart.
However, if he was right, how could this old Daoist still dare to appear in the world?
Taking a deep breath, the young man cupped his hands slightly and said,
"I am Liu Chuan from the Blood God Hall. May I ask for your name?"
"Cough."
Yang Zifong coughed lightly as if he had choked on laughter. He stroked his white beard and said,
"Li Zhi, don't you know me?"
"How do you know my name?"
Liu Chuan took two steps back in shock.
It was not his fault that he had such a strong reaction. Just like Yang Zifong, he had used many names. It was because of the special existence of Blood God Hall that he had to hide his true identity.
Logically speaking, those who knew him should have died a long time ago...
Suddenly, he looked at Yang Zifong seriously and cried out involuntarily,
"Qingfeng, you're not dead yet!"
He could not figure it out. If he remembered correctly, Yang Zifong, who should be over 150 years old, had disappeared for decades. Why was he still alive?
Liu Chuan had to be afraid, because in his memory, when this old Taoist was still active, his favorite thing was to stop at the entrance of the Blood God Hall and persuade people to be kind.
It was just that at that time, his methods were gentle, so the Blood God Hall was not willing to be his enemy.
It was just that he did not expect that after a few decades, this old Daoist would appear again, but he no longer had the patience to patiently guide them.
Directly kill!
Yang Zifong saw that Liu Chuan recognized him, and could not help but laugh twice.
"That's right. It's hard for you to recognize this old man. Speaking of which, you should be a hundred years old by now. En, you were your master's favorite disciple at that time."
"Tsk tsk, looking at your current appearance, even I am a little envious of the technique inherited from the Blood God Hall. However, as far as I know, this technique can only preserve your appearance when you were young, but it can't really extend your life. Am I right?"
"Otherwise, this old man would really like to borrow it to take a look..."