By the window on the second floor of Jufu Restaurant.

Long Qingyun and the other two were eating and talking, and Chu Yuetong told Long Qingyun that the Cangyun Kingdom was coveted by the Motian Sect, plotting and annexing the process of Long Qingyun.

At this moment, a noise came from outside the Jufu Restaurant.

"Fence the place!"

With a loud shout, a middle-aged man in purple robe, stalked up and walked into the hall with his head raised, surrounded by more than a dozen purple-clothed men holding long swords.

Sun Yihu was standing next to Angzang's middle-aged man.

Angzang's middle-aged high nose and square face, with a mighty appearance, and his body was filled with the awe-inspiring momentum of a tiger lying on the dragon.

Seeing this situation, other customers fled out of the restaurant in a hurry. The restaurant shopkeeper was a middle-aged man in gray robe, hiding behind the counter with a tactful look, watching coldly.

In an instant, the guests in the restaurant walked cleanly.

Of course, the table on Long Qingyun on the second floor is not the same.

The middle-aged man of Ang Zang did not go upstairs, but stood in the lobby on the first floor and whispered loudly:

"Chu Yuetong, your parents and brother Wang have all been captured by my Motian Sect. If you want to know the truth, surrender quickly. Otherwise, today will be your death date. The boy from the Iron Sword Sect can't save you. Don't be foolish."

The voice was awe-inspiring, and a force of pressure filled the surroundings. It was amazing that it was the realm of Martial Master.

Everyone felt that their chest was stuffy and they felt unspeakable.

Cui Hanshan frowned, his face changed instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "This person is Zuo Lengba, the second elder of Motian Sect, and the younger brother of Zuo Lengxiong, the right protector of Motian Sect. He has a second-grade martial master's cultivation level. I'm in trouble now."

Chu Yuetong was not panicked. A look of determination appeared on her pretty face. She reached into her arms with a slender hand, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Long Qingyun, and said resolutely:

"This is the 'Cangyun Secret Book' handed down from my ancestors of Cangyun Kingdom. Now it is entrusted to Mr. Long. Today, the enemy is strong and I am weak. Mr. Long doesn't have to take risks. At most, I will be caught by them. I am safe before I see the 'Cangyun Secret Book'."

After saying that, Chu Yuetong stood up, jumped up, and swooped towards the first-floor hall with the Qiushui sword in his hand.

"Miss Chu, you..." Long Qingyun was suddenly shocked and was about to stop Chu Yuetong, but it was too late. He quickly put the "Cangyun Secret Book" in his arms and stood up suddenly.

"Clang clang clang!" The fierce sound of weapons colliding came from the lobby on the first floor.

It was not Zuo Lengba who was fighting against Chu Yuetong, but Sun Yihu. It was not the second-grade martial emperor who was fighting against Chu Yuetong's opponent, but Zuo Lengba, who was the second-grade martial master, was not the turn of Zuo Lengba who took action.

Zuo Lengba looked at Long Qingyun on the second floor coldly. If Long Qingyun dared to act rashly, Zuo Lengba would definitely take action with no mercy.

At this moment.

"Bang!" With a sound of "bang", the back door of the restaurant was knocked open, and a cold voice sounded: "Elder Zuo, your Motian Sect's hand is too long!"

This man was wearing a gray robe, about forty years old, with elegant appearance, slightly white temples, and a faint sense of vicissitudes of life, deep eyes and a demeanor.

Standing next to Ruyi middle-aged man was Gongsun Jie, the young master of Joy Lou, followed by seven or eight entourages, all of whom were high-level martial emperors fighting power.

Zuo Lengba couldn't help but be stunned, looked at Ruya's middle-aged man and said, "Wen Aoyu, I didn't expect you to come to this muddy water."

While speaking, Zuo Lengba looked solemn, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, waiting for the battle.

It turns out that this elegant middle-aged man is the second floor owner of Joy Building. Wen Aoyu, known as "a sword chasing the soul", has great sword skills and is quite famous in the world.

"Clang!"

The Qingfeng sword in Sun Yihu's hand flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Everyone was moved, and everyone was shocked!

What kind of combat power is this to win with one move?

Although Long Qingyun was from top to bottom and leveraging the power of diving, Sun Yihu was the peak combat power of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor after all.

As the elder of the Motian Sect, Sun Yihu was defeated by a junior like Long Qingyun in one move, and directly shot down the weapons. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how many people present could believe it?

After falling into the sword, Sun Yihu was not panicked, but maintained the inherent calmness of a high-level martial emperor and suddenly retreated.

However, a cold sword was already on Sun Yihu's neck, with a deep chill.

Sun Yihu's vest was chilling, and several large beads of sweat had already soaked on his forehead. His eyes were shocked:

"This person's swordsmanship is so sharp and fast, it is really rare in the world!"

Of course, this is not just Sun Yihu's shock.

Even the top masters of Zuo Lengba, Wen Aoyu, Nangong Miaoran, the three Heavenly Sects, Joy Tower, and Meihua Immortal Palace were also stunned and extremely shocked.
Chapter completed!