Luzhou was stunned by this sudden reward of merit points.

Praying sincerely?

Surely all these villains are doing good deeds, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Yuan'er ran in from outside.

"Master, the fourth senior brother killed someone!"

Lu Zhou sat up straight and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Little Yuan'er then told the whole story of what he saw and heard at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly when he heard this.

The female cultivator of Yanyue Palace is Ye Tianxin's subordinate. Ye Tianxin has been imprisoned, and what is left is just a pile of loose sand. How dare you come to Jinting Mountain? This courage is not ordinary.

They are just a group of female cultivators, with the highest level of cultivation in the Divine Court. As they get older, it would be very tiring to have to do everything by themselves.

"You can just handle these little things." Lu Zhou said softly.

"oh."

Little Yuan'er murmured, "Master, it's a good time to rest. Disciple, go and watch."

Lu Zhou leaned on the chair, held his forehead, and continued to take a nap.

I've been confused about the lottery these days, so I have to take it slow. If I don't have time to worry about things, I might as well think about the rules of the lottery...

The foothills of Jinting Mountain.

Mingshi smiled evilly and said, "Why, are you unhappy?"

The black-robed cultivator was startled, and just as he was about to say something, the black-colored dragon chariot behind him made a clear ringing sound. The black-robed cultivator suppressed his displeasure and flew back to the black-colored dragon chariot.

The other black-robed cultivators lined up in unison, waiting for orders.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came out from the ink-colored dragon chariot:

"Sir Fourth, can you meet with your respected master?"

This voice contains a very strong sound wave. It does not sound strong, but the vitality in it will make even a strong person with all eight meridians of the Brahma Sea realm suffer.

Ming Shiyin said disapprovingly: "How can the tutor be someone like you, a cat and a dog, who can be seen casually?"

"..."

The ink-colored dragon chariot fell into a silent silence.

Although the other black-robed practitioners did not move, they could feel a faint anger exuding from their bodies.

"Let's leave while I'm in a good mood."

Ming Shiyin is indeed in a good mood today, and what he said is true.

To the other party, these words sounded a bit insulting.

Just when Ming Shiyin was about to turn around and enter the barrier:

Buzz

An energy resonance sound appeared.

The female cultivators of Yanyue Palace slumped on the ground, looking in horror at the black body on the ink-colored dragon chariot.

Um?

Ming Shiyin looked up.

The four-leaf Hundred Calamity Cave has a dark ink color and is about five feet high.

Under the amplification of this dharma body, the black-robed practitioners around the black dragon chariot actually had a subtle resonance, and their auras also increased several times.

“Mr. Fourth, are you qualified to meet your respected master now?

Mingshi frowned slightly.

Apart from the master, only the first senior brother and the second senior brother can deal with such strong opponents. Unfortunately, Jinting Mountain has long lost its former glory.

Ming Shiyin said coldly: "It turns out that you are a master of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm. If you come here to show off your strength, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place."

"How dare you."

The voice became louder and louder, "Mosha Sect Zuo Xinchan, I sincerely request to meet Senior Ji, and I hope Mr. Fourth will recommend him!"

After saying this sentence.

The black-robed practitioners around him fell one after another.

The black dragon chariot also fell to the ground.

Creak, creak...

Zuo Xinchan slowly walked out of the black dragon chariot.

With a dark face and withered, deep eyes, he looked like a malnourished old man.

"This is my sincerity." Zuo Xinchan waved his hand.

Dozens of black-robed practitioners retreated one by one.

Only four people were left standing around.

Zuo Xinchan looked directly at Ming Shiyin...

Ming Shiyin shook his head, threatening me or scaring me?

Just as he was about to refuse, Xiao Yuan'er's voice came quietly.

"Fourth Senior Brother..."

Little Yuan'er's figure appeared outside the barrier and said, "Master invites me."

Zuo Xinchan slowly raised his head and saw the little Yuan'er floating in the sky. He nodded in admiration and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Jiu, whose name I have heard for a long time."

"Wow, my name is so big?" Xiao Yuan'er said with a smile.

"It's more than that."

Zuo Xinchan said without any hurry or delay, "Mr. Jiu entered Jinting Mountain at the age of ten, jumped into Tongxuan in ten days, condensed consciousness in three months, opened the eight meridians of the Brahma Sea in two years, and entered the Divine Court in three years. Under this world, can

I'm afraid there's no one who can compare with Mr. Jiu."

Mingshi is speechless.

Is this a master of opening the Four-leaf Golden Lotus?

Even when it comes to flattering someone, they do it one by one.

Xiao Yuan'er was happy to hear this and said with a smile: "You are quite good at talking. Master said, I'll see you in front of the hall."

Zuo Xinchan nodded slightly and glanced back.

The remaining dozens of practitioners took a step back.

Zuo Xinchan led four of his subordinates, led by Ming Shiyin, into the barrier.

When entering the barrier, Zuo Xinchan paused for a moment, which made the female cultivators of Yanyue Palace tremble all over.

With a slight hum, Zuo Xinchan went up the mountain...

Magic Sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou was sitting in the main hall, condescending.

He hadn't sat in this position for a long time, it was a bit cold and he wasn't used to it.

Duanmusheng, Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong were on the left and right.

Not long after, Ming Shiyin appeared in the distance with Zuoxin Zen and slowly entered.

"Mosha Sect Zuo Xinchan, I have met Senior Ji."

Zuo Xinchan made a gesture of hugging his hands.

Lu Zhou glanced at Zuo Xinchan.

No words were spoken.

There was silence in the main hall of Motian Pavilion.

Lu Zhou didn't speak, and no one else dared to speak or even move.

After a while, Lu Zhou said calmly: "Give me a seat."

"Thank you."

After sitting down, Zuo Xinchan had the opportunity to raise his head and look at this world-famous demon master.

He did not dare to take the initiative to sense the cultivation level of this strong man, and judged based on instinct alone. The aura of the demon patriarch seemed a bit ordinary. However, in the world of practitioners, hiding cultivation level is commonplace, so it is not uncommon.

strangeness.

At the same time, he glanced at the surrounding environment...
To be continued...