Final priesthood

This is a fair, slender, smooth and delicate hand, which is more beautiful than most women's hands.

At this time, the hand was resting on a can of soda.

Hook your fingers around the tab and pull up gently.

"puff--"

The light blue fruity soda flowed out of the mouth with bubbles and flowed between the fingers.

But the handsome man wearing a black windbreaker didn't seem to care at all.

He held the drink, slowly brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

Like tasting a glass of expensive red wine, I closed my eyes and savored it for a long time.

"It still tastes the same as before... I don't know if the teacher still likes it now.

He muttered as if talking to himself.

Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears.

"Pei Ye!"

The man opened his eyes suddenly.

"Crash-"

Around him, it started to rain heavily at some point.

It's black rain.

It fell bit by bit and hit the ground, spreading out into large areas of black like ink stains.

The blackness filled the air, quickly dyeing everything around it the color of night.

Everything around me seemed to be moving away quickly.

The memory returns to that night fifteen years ago.

"Are you Pei Ye?!"

The voice sounded again.

A huge shadow appeared in the man's vision.

This shadow couldn't clearly see its appearance, and could only see two groups of twinkling, penetrating eyes.

At the foot of the shadow, a mud-like figure knelt down.

"I heard that you are Liu Daoyuan's most beloved disciple?"

"He really loves you enough. He knew that he was about to die without a burial place, and he sent you out first so that you didn't have to die with him.

"Tell me! Tell me Liu Daoyuan's escape route and back-up plan, and I will spare you today."

"I do not know I do not know.

The mud-like figure shook its head and kept retreating, but was soon caught up by the shadow.

The man sat in the black rain, holding a drink in his hand, watching quietly.

Seeing the mud-like figure being cursed, beaten, and tortured, he kept begging for mercy, screaming, trembling all over, begging for mercy like a dog.

at last.

He survived after all.

"Haha, the disciples of rubbish are indeed rubbish!"

"Boy, you did a great job, we really should thank you."

Liu Daoyuan is not dead...then you don't have to die either.

You have to live well.

Only when you are alive will Liu Daoyuan know that it was his most beloved and respected disciple who betrayed him.

Only then could he remember for the rest of his life what kind of white-eyed beast he had cultivated with his own hands! "

"Hahaha--"

The black rain fell harder, and the shadows laughed wildly in the rain.

The figure on the ground covered his head in pain, roared in pain, and struggled and rolled in the mud like a wild animal...

Waves began to appear on the man's calm face.

The waves became stronger and stronger, and soon faint veins appeared on the fair cheeks.

The man's expression instantly turned ferocious, and the soda can in his hand exploded into a ball of silver mist.

An invisible and terrifying force burst out from his body, forming invisible tentacles that tore everything around him into pieces.

"boom!"

The black heavy rain and the figures in the heavy rain dispersed, and the bright sky light disc player disappeared from the haze. Everything in front of me returned to normal.

"Breathing in and out of breath——"

The man's figure was hunched, and his chest was pulling violently like a bellows.

At this time, he was sitting on a park bench, and the faint smell of blood blew in the cool autumn wind.

The man's mood gradually calmed down.

He slowly raised his head, and a circle of dense, pattern-like meridians quickly disappeared around his eyes.

He pushed himself up and stood up from the bench.

Seeing himself as the center and surrounding him as a circle of tens of meters, he saw the self-service drink machines in a mess, broken and broken, as if they had been ravaged by storms and earthquakes, broken and fallen trees, and the plowed ground...

There were also stumps and severed limbs scattered on the ground and blood flowing freely. A woman wearing a pink sweatshirt was lying in front of him more than ten meters away. Her broken and twisted body was twitching slightly.

She was still not dead, holding an empty nylon pet leash tightly in her hand, staring at the man with wide eyes, still filled with fear and wrongness that had not yet dissipated.

The man just glanced at it casually, then looked back with an indifferent expression.

"Your inner demons seem to be getting worse...

A deep voice sounded behind the man.

A huge figure like a mountain moved over silently. Its whole body was wrapped in an extremely large black robe. Its hair was disheveled, and its appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of blood-red eyes were revealed.

"If you don't break this inner demon, you will never be able to become a true evil emperor."

"I know this better than you."

The man replied in a cold tone, straightened his windbreaker a little, and walked forward expressionlessly.

The burly man in black robe followed him and continued to speak,

"Now that the plan has been disrupted by your Crane School teacher's apprentice, what are you going to do?"

"Can you get rid of him?"

“That kid seems to have a background as a bear.

If it is not necessary, I advise you not to touch him...

"Huang Xiong? It seems that the disciples my teacher accepted this time are really outstanding."

The man sneered, his expression quickly turned cold, he waved his hand and said calmly,

"Don't worry about this. A low-level character like this is dead. How can a yellow bear come to us specifically to cause trouble?

If he's sensible, forget it.

If he overestimates his own capabilities, then a cold murderous intent flashes in the man's eyes.

The man in black robe frowned, but still didn't say anything.

"Let's proceed as planned."

The man walked forward calmly, his black trench coat blown by the autumn wind like a wide cloak behind his back.

He raised his head and saw the lonely sky and flowing white clouds above his head, and some old lights and shadows seemed to emerge in his eyes.

he muttered.

"Teacher...what happened fifteen years ago is happening again.

This time, I will definitely...not let you down...

Alternating flashing blue and red lights, piercing sirens, and long yellow cordons.

Lu Yuan stood outside the crowd and watched from a distance as the bodies covered with white cloth were loaded onto the car.

A woman's hand shook out from under a piece of white cloth, and a pet leash was tightly tied to the blood-stained hand.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, and there was no emotion on his fair and handsome face.

"Any clues?"

Lu Yuan turned his head and asked Xiaobian standing next to him.

Xiao Yan shook his head, "Still investigating. Judging from the residual evil energy fluctuations at the scene, there are traces of the bewitching demon.

The Bewitched Demon is a product of the True Word Cult, but the True Word Cult has not been active in the country for many years. "

The bewitched demon...the Cult of Mantra.

Lu Yuan's eyes fluctuated for a moment, and he casually took the video surveillance of the crime scene from Xiao Ren. All he saw were black holes disturbed by evil energy.

"Pei Ye."

Lu Yuan whispered these two words in his mouth.

This vicious murder occurred in Panshi, near the venue of the Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League, combined with the various strange attacks the Crane Sect received before the game...

Lu Yuan's intuition told him that all of this was most likely related to Pei Ye, the old man who defected from the Crane Faction fifteen years ago.

"Evil Martial Alliance...Ye Di.

Lu Yuan thought for a while, then closed his eyes gently. After breaking the limit once, the mental power of 21 points of intelligence spread outward.

Under the radiation of spiritual power.

The residual evil aura at this murder scene is like a fire that has not yet been burned out among the ashes of vegetation, flickering with dark red light in the darkness.

Lu Yuan followed the aura of evil power and continued to spread his spiritual power.

Soon I saw that similar traces remained at the Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League venue and many surrounding places.

"The Crane Sect was targeted, and it was indeed instigated by someone.

Is it similar to the ability to confuse people?

Lu Yuan thought silently in his heart.

Follow those traces and continue tracing outward.

These traces are like messy footprints on the snow. Each one needs to be identified, and you don't know which direction it leads to in the end.

Just as Lu Yuan's brain was spinning, he was processing this huge and complicated clue quickly.

Trying to peel off the cocoon and find traces of Pei Ye.

suddenly...

"Didi didi——"

Urgent prompts came from the optical brain communication network connected by consciousness.

"brush--"

Lu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly.

He faced Xiaobian's solemn and slightly nervous face.

Before Lu Yuan could speak, he heard Xiao Ren say hurriedly:

"Sir...the elephant god is walking and appears!"

villa.

Crane faction.

Liu Daoyuan stood in the center of the living room with his arms spread out. Liu Si, who was waiting on the side, carefully installed a brand new mechanical prosthetic leg on him.

The exquisitely made satin blouse is buttoned carefully one by one.

The snow-white beard and hair are also carefully taken care of.

After everything was completed, the "Tianshui Hexian" with the spirit of immortality and the grace of an immortal appeared in front of everyone again.

Liu Daoyuan looked at himself carefully in the mirror, with a satisfied smile on Qing's old face.

Then he waved his hand and asked Liu Si to remove the mirror.

"teacher..

Zhuang Xiujie on the side hesitated and asked: "Are we...going to attend the opening of the competition?"

"why not?"

Liu Daoyuan gave her a cold warning.

"But didn't we withdraw from the competition? And my junior brother...

Zhuang Xiujie paused for a moment. Even after a night of hard work to calm down, she still couldn't help but feel uncontrollable disbelief and shock on her face when she thought about it.

"And did such a... feat!"

It can only be described with the word "feat"!

In four hours, with a weak body, he challenged thirteen first-class martial arts sects and defeated fifteen main-level masters of Zhenyi-level sects in a row!

True meaning level!

Fifteen! !

This kind of achievement, even in the ancient martial arts world in its glory days... is an extremely explosive thing.

It’s enough to shock half of the martial arts world!

"Teacher has many enemies to begin with. After my junior brother's behavior, if the teacher shows up at the competition again today... I'm afraid he will be hostile to many sects...

Zhuang Xiujie said in a tactful tone.

Liu Daoyuan groaned, narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "When have I ever been afraid of other people's hostility?

They thought that last night Xiaoyuan destroyed thirteen sects in a row and our Crane sect withdrew from the competition. I, Liu Daoyuan, must be scared. I must not dare to show up at the competition again. I must have run away overnight with an old and a small bucket. Already...

But I'm not!

Not only do I want to go, I also want to go openly.

Walk back and forth in front of them and take a good look at their jaw-dropping faces.

Tell them well...

My true disciple is the best in the world! "

Liu Daoyuan's last words were categorical and made him feel indescribably proud and proud.

After his emotions calmed down, he calmed down slightly, looked at Zhuang Xiujie with kind eyes, and educated him earnestly: "Fourth brother, the teacher will teach you another philosophy of life."

"Teacher, please speak."

When Zhuang Xiujie heard this, her expression suddenly straightened.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Liu Daoyuan say leisurely: "If wealth does not return to its hometown, it will be like walking at night in brocade clothes."

"ah?!"

Zhuang Xiujie opened her mouth slightly, stunned, as if she understood, but seemed not to understand.

Liu Si on the side was smiling, and he could understand Liu Daoyuan's elation at this time.

"Oh, right."

Zhuang Xiujie suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "The Holy Envoy of Penglai sent someone to send a message this morning, saying that we must go and explain to him what happened last night.

You also have to go with enough sincerity. "

Zhuang Xiujie emphasized the word sincerity.

Liu Daoyuan took the tea cup from Liu Si's hand and tasted it slowly. Without raising his eyelids, he replied lightly: "Let him eat shit."

Zhuang Xiujie tried her best to calm down her emotions, took a breath, and asked the last question.

"Teacher, after we attend the opening ceremony, shall we return directly to the Crane Sect?"

The movement of Liu Daoyuan's hand paused quietly.

He slowly put down the tea cup, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said slowly: "You guys go back first.

I still have to help Xiaoyuan...get something. "