Chapter 1612 The Deadline Has Expired

"Master Liang, you are..." Wu Jinfeng frowned and said angrily.

They all knew how Liang Yuan was, he was upright, even a little too pedantic, maybe even if someone wanted his life, he wouldn't kneel down and beg for mercy, but now he knelt down to beg for mercy for Luo Danhua.

"Liang Yuan, Luo Danhua did it on his own, why are you bothering?" Fang Tangjing clenched his fists, his eyes full of thunder.

Liang Yuan raised his head and said, "I, Liang Yuan, have never married and have no heirs. Luo Danhua is not only my disciple, but also my half son. I cannot see him die in front of me with my own eyes."

"Young master." Shi Jian handed the glass of fruit wine to Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it down, "Since Master Liang begged for him, I will spare his life today, but next time I see him, I will definitely kill him!"

"Thank you, Master Zhuo." Liang Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "I, Liang Yuan, owe you a favor this time. From now on, your affairs will be my Liang Yuan's affairs."

"Master Liang, get up." Zhuo Bufan sighed and threw the wine glass at Luo Danhua.

The sharply spinning wine glass contained true energy and slammed into Luo Danhua's shoulder, and the latter flew upside down again, rolling backwards on the ground a few times, spurting blood wildly from his mouth.

"Get lost, don't let me see you." Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly.

Luo Danhua clutched his shoulders, turned around, and staggered towards the outside, but the moment he turned around, there was a flash of resentment in his eyes.

"It's my fault this time, I'm sorry." Liang Yuan lowered his head and sighed.

"Master Liang, I don't blame you this time, everything happens for a reason, I hope he won't appear in front of me." Zhuo Bufan said flatly.

...

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, outside the secret place of Kyushu, dozens of figures stood in the air, and among them were many strong men with breaths as deep as the sea.

"This is the Kyushu secret realm of the Wumeng?"

"Zhuo Bufan is hiding inside."

"The formation barrier is nothing more than a fake in front of my Big Dipper Sect." A young man from Eguanbo waved his palm, and a golden mysterious order turned into a golden streamer and hit the barrier of the Kyushu Secret Realm.

The dome-shaped enchantment suddenly emitted white light, appearing in the eyes of everyone like a piece of glass. Unable to resist the attack of the golden mysterious order, it burst open in an instant, and dozens of monks standing in the air flew in like a file.

"Who dares to trespass on our Kyushu Secret Realm!"

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of these people, they were dressed in modern clothes, they were Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao.

In the secret realm of Kyushu, there are a total of four major martial arts halls, which take turns guarding the entrances and exits of the secret realm. Today is just the turn of Jianxin martial arts hall to send people to be on duty.

"Two miscellaneous fishes, we are members of the Seven Sects. Zhuo Bufan should hide in the secret realm of Kyushu and let him come out to meet us." As he said that, a young man with slender eyes and a dark face took a step and slapped him. go out.

The young man looked young, but he possessed the strength of the condensed core period, which Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao could not resist. He was instantly slapped on his body by the palm print, and his body retreated tens of meters in the air, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Since the people from the Seven Sects are here, please come to the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall." Suddenly, a faint voice echoed between the heaven and the earth.

"Hmph, Zhuo Bufan is indeed hiding in the secret realm of Kyushu."

Everyone heard the voice, and immediately flew towards the mountain peak of Jianxin Martial Arts.

Falling on the Martial Arts Field outside Jianxin Martial Arts Hall, many disciples of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall stood aside with vigilance on their faces.

Bai Xing, the head of the Beidou Sect, Jin Yu, the head of the Diamond Sect, Di Zhi of the Bengshan Sect, Qin Zhen of the Feiyu Sect, Wu Hai of the Saint Beast Sect, Luo Yuer, the trusted head of the Ziyun Sect, Zhuge Huai and Liu Qingyang of the Medicine Sect.

"Seniors of the Seven Sects, my young master is waiting for you inside." At this time, a handsome woman flew out and said softly.

This woman was Shi Jian, and Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao came to her.

Shi Jian saw that the corners of their mouths were bloodshot, their faces were a little pale, and their faces were filled with anger.

"Zhuo Bufan, the score is quite big, hum!"

"Go inside and meet him."

"If you don't hand over people today, hehe!"

A group of people muttered to themselves, and walked towards the lobby in the martial arts hall arrogantly.

In the main hall of the martial arts hall, Zhuo Bufan sat at the head, Liang Yuan, Zhuo Bufan, Wu Jinfeng, Wu Yingxi also sat on the stone chairs, their expressions indifferent.

"Sect Master of Ziyun Sect, Luo Yu'er, did you expect us to meet again so soon?" Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly, staring straight at Luo Yu'er. "Young Master Zhuo, I didn't come to you today about my Purple Cloud Sect. It's just that you captured three geniuses from the Seven Sects. Our Ziyun Sect is also one of the Seven Sects. You should give us an explanation." Luo Yu'er was neither humble nor overbearing. , looking cold, crisp voice

The sound echoed in the hall.

"The explanation will naturally be given to you." Zhuo Bufan said, and then motioned to several disciples of Jianxin Martial Arts: "Give me a seat for Miss Liu, Mr. Zhuge, and Miss Wu." The four disciples of Jianxin Martial Arts quickly came from Four high-quality rosewood carved wooden chairs were moved out of the inner hall, only Zhuo Bufan and others were sitting in the whole hall, and now the seats are given to Liu Qingyang, Zhuge Huai, Wu Mi, and Wu Hai, because Zhuo Bufan and them are also regarded as

friend.

"Good boy, the score is quite big, but you still know how to respect me, the little old man." The little old man blew his white beard, and sat directly on the wooden chair under the weird eyes of the others in Qizong.

"Mr. Zhuge, I still have good fruit wine here, please taste it." Zhuo Bufan beckoned.

Shi Jian took out a small fiery red gourd and handed it to Zhuge Huai, which was the fire spirit fruit wine that Liang Yuan gave to Zhuo Bufan.

"Okay, okay, you know how to respect me, a little old man. I don't like anything but alcohol." Zhuge Huai laughed, like a pervert who saw a beautiful woman, grabbed the gourd, uncorked it, and poured it down. a mouthful.

"Good wine."

Zhuge Huai took a sip, and his whole body trembled.

Seeing Grandpa Seven taking a seat, Liu Qingyang hesitated and sat beside Zhuge Huai.

"Dad, let's sit down too." Wu Mi looked at the middle-aged man beside him. The middle-aged man was not tall, and he looked a little dark and fat. He was Wu Hai, the suzerain of the Holy Beast Sect.

"Yes." Wu Hai nodded and sat down with his daughter.

The Holy Beast Sect and Zhuo Bufan have no enmity. This time, they are also invited by the Bengshan Sect, Vajra Sect, and Beidou Sect. Everyone seems to be in harmony with each other. There is a title of Seven Sects that can counteract the transcendent forces.

"Zhuo Bufan, do you know how to play these children's tricks?" Suddenly, a young man with narrow eyes and a sinister expression stood up in the crowd and shouted in a cold voice.

Except for Medicine Sect and Saint Beast Sect, the sect masters of other sects stood awkwardly in the hall with ugly expressions.

"Hmph." Luo Yu'er snorted softly. "Are you a disciple of Feiyu Sect?" Zhuo Bufan glanced at him indifferently, there was a feather character embroidered with gold thread on the white clothes, obviously he was a disciple of the Seven Flying Feather Sects.