Zhao Yue smiled softly and said: "With that level of cultivation, Lao Ba has the nerve to call himself the Evil King?"

Among these nine disciples, Lao Ba's cultivation level is slightly better than that of Xiao Yuan'er, but Xiao Yuan'er started late, only five years ago. It won't be long before Xiao Yuan'er will surpass him.

Zhao Yue naturally laughed when she heard that the somewhat silly Lao Ba could also be the evil king.

Ye Tianxin said: "It's not that Lao Ba is too weak, but that old thing... is too strong."

The outside world's understanding of the devil is limited to the "great achievements" that the old devil has done throughout the world.

Only these disciples know what it feels like to be with the old devil...

After the whole Ci family was rescued.

They all knelt down and thanked Luzhou.

Luzhou also successfully obtained merit points from more than a hundred people who worshiped him. He knelt down several times, but the merit points did not increase. This also shows that repeated kowtows will not increase the merit points.

Little Yuan'er also recognized her mother, Cichang, and was excited for a while.

Unfortunately, there was no time to exchange greetings, so Lu Zhou asked Xiao Yuan'er to send the clan members back safely.

They still have people to save.

Xiao Yuan'er's father is still in the hands of that unknown powerful practitioner...

After a brief battle in Qingyang Mountain, Murong Hai gained a new understanding of Xiao Yuan'er.

"Old sir, your granddaughter is probably the youngest practitioner of the Eight Meridians of the Brahma Sea that I have ever seen. In less than three years, she will definitely step into the realm of the Divine Court." Murong Hai admired sincerely.

Lu Zhou said nothing and walked forward with his hands behind his hands.

Little Yuan'er played with her hair, pointed at Murong Hai and said, "Bah, I remember you were scared to death just now."

"Forehead……"

Murong Hai looked embarrassed.

"Are you still dissatisfied? If I hadn't kept you useful, I would have kicked you to death. Do you believe it or not..."

"..."

To be honest, Murong Hai really couldn't control this moody little girl.

You can also provoke her by saying nice things.

It's better not to speak.

Why.

Murong Hai couldn't help but hurry up and catch up with Lu Zhou. The old gentleman was still kind and much more comfortable...

After walking for a while, Murong Hai couldn't help but said: "Old sir, although the Ci family has been rescued, if someone kidnaps them again at this time, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?"

Didn't wait for Lu Zhou to answer.

Little Yuan'er said angrily: "Idiot! My grandfather has the royal imperial army token. I gave them that token..."

"..." Murong Hai almost choked to death due to Xiao Yuan'er's words.

Lu Zhou said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

After a pause, he clasped his hands and said, "The goal of these practitioners should not be the Ci family..."

Murong Hai nodded and said: "That makes sense. If you are asking for money, then you are asking for money. If they are not asking for money or killing people, then they are asking for something else. Then why are they doing this?"

It was at this time...

Little Yuan'er pointed to the sky and said: "Messaging bird!"

call!

With the lightning speed of the flowing clouds, the little kite caught the messenger bird.

"Fourth Senior Brother has replied."

This time Lu Zhou did not ask her to read, but waved.

Xiao Yuan'er handed the letter to Lu Zhou.

After reading the letter, Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

"Grandpa, what does the letter say?"

"Little things."

Lu Zhou waved his hand casually.

The letter turned into powder and drifted in the wind.

Murong Hai didn't dare to ask any more questions and stood aside silently.

Lu Zhou looked at the beautiful mountains and stroked his beard and said: "Fei Shu Lao Si, I will be back as a teacher."

"oh."

Little Yuan'er didn't know what was said in the letter, but seeing the master's calm and calm appearance, it shouldn't be anything important.

Murong Hai guessed from the titles of the grandfather and grandson that they should belong to a certain sect.

The Great Yan world is vast, and it is normal to have one or two hermit masters.

"Old sir, there is no mark on Mr. Ci and cannot be traced. Otherwise... let's go back." Murong Hai suggested.

Lu Zhou glanced at him and asked:

"Murong Hai, can you recognize the royal token?"

Murong Hai replied: "Emperor Dayan's personal belongings can mobilize 100,000 forbidden troops. Eight commanders guard the capital on eight sides. It is said that there are four masters of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm who are divided into the southeast, northwest and four directions, becoming the strongest in the capital.

Barrier. The eight commanders are directly subordinate to Emperor Dayan. The only thing that can mobilize them, except the emperor, is this token. The identification method is very simple, that is the exclusive dragon pattern on the token."

Lu Zhou nodded.

That's basically true.

Ji Tiandao originally heard about the specialness of this token, so he sneaked into the palace and stole the token.

Times have changed, and no matter how stupid the royal family is, it is impossible for the lost token to have the ability to mobilize the imperial army. But the symbolic meaning of this token still exists.

"Since you recognize the token, you dare to kidnap Wang Fugui?"

Murong Hai looked crying and said: "I blame me for not being able to see Mount Tai. I didn't notice the dragon pattern for a while."

Lu Zhou did not continue to ask.

Little Yuan'er pointed to the front and said, "Grandpa, it should be the front."

"Um."

The three of them walked around the lake.

We arrived at an open space surrounded by mountains.

There is no one around.

Lu Zhou carefully observed the surrounding environment and said in a low voice: "Come out."

There was silence all around.

There were only the sounds of birds chirping in the mountains and jungles, without any response.

For some reason, Murong Hai felt awkward, a chill ran down his spine, and a particularly bad premonition suddenly arose.

He took a step back.

Swish.

The jungle birds scattered in all directions and fled away.

The eerie laughter came out, echoing around the mountain forest.

Jie Jie.

Jie Jie Jie.

A black figure flew from the mountains.

There is a person under his arm.

But it fell slowly like a feather.

Murong Hai retreated again and said: "What a strong aura, Divine Court Realm? Not good, it may be the devil of Jinting Mountain! Run quickly."

Murong Hai turned around and ran away.

However, he had not run very far when he was stopped by an invisible force.

"Want to run? It's too late."

The hoarse voice of the black shadow was chilling.

"Old sir, save me"

Lu Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved.
To be continued...