Pi Rong looked behind him with a guilty conscience: "I see... even if it is not noticed by the elders for a short time, in a few years, I will know... By then, these people are gone, but we are the only ones left. Up."

"That doesn't matter. Anyway, after a long time, the sacrificial hall will collapse. Who can guarantee that we caused the thing to collapse?"

It seems that this is the case.

As the shaking stopped, the door of the ghost gate opened slowly.

The faces of several people suddenly filled with joy--

You can finally leave this cage!

but--

As the door opened, countless knives, guns and swords fell into the eyes.

The smile on Feng Chenglin's face was completely obliterated before it was completely released.

"Yes, now I know if we are waiting outside for our enemies or friends..."

The dazzling sword stepped aside, and a man in a fuchsia robe slowly walked over.

"It's a woman..." Feng Chenglin whispered.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Your eyes are really poisonous.

It is so tightly wrapped, and the big cloak can be seen? !

"High priest?"

Mo You and Pi Rong walked hurriedly, and the strange looking ghost fell to the ground.

"Welcome to the high priest!"

Zhou Yan and Yan Ziyue both took a breath, their faces were weird and ugly.

The high priest did not stop by Mo You and Pi Rong, but kept walking towards Ling Luoyu.

Feng Chenglin moved quietly, guarding Ling Luoyu, proudly tallying his chest: "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I should ask you why, right?" The high priest's voice was clear and sweet. He seemed to be a seventeen or eighteen year old, young and beautiful girl: "When Old Tang found me, he didn't say that he would bring such a result. Desperate goods!"

Old Tang! ?

Mr. Tang! !

Ling Luoyu pushed away from Fengchenglin, his eyes were pale: "Senior knows Mr. Tang?"

"The old things of our age, not many survived, a few of them naturally recognize each other..."

The high priest circled Ling Luoyu and smiled: "Unexpectedly, Old Tang really didn't exaggerate, you really are a stunning little beauty...Xuan Chen's eyes are good, not bad!!"

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu: "Three young masters?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes also had waves: "Senior... have seen Xuan Chen?"

"Of course I have seen it. It is my credit for him to become the new master of the Mohist school!"

The high priest gently hooked his fingertips, gently drew Ling Luoyu's hand, leading her forward.

"However, that kid is stubborn, not very obedient, and always loves to hold back with me..."

Slightly sideways, her smile became more pleasing.

"You won't be like him, will you be obedient?"

"I don't know what you want me to do?" Ling Luoyu smiled and squinted, his eyes flashing across the swords outside without a trace: "Besides, there are so many swords and swords of seniors looking at me, do I dare not be obedient?"

"Don't worry, you won't want you to marry me," the high priest Yingying smiled: "However, I really regret not being a man. Otherwise, I must marry you as a wife."

Waving lightly, motioned the people around to retreat.

"Okay, go back and tell you that the Patriarch is a human being. In my case, I will keep them as a guest. If the Patriarch wants to find them, he will go to me."

"...Yes, high priest!"

The one headed chattered, and looked at Zhou Yan and others unwillingly, but didn't retreat, but stood anxiously.