Chapter 438 The Younger Brother Suspects that He Is Bent Every Day 16

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Wen Renli looked at the pile of clothes brought by the boss, and felt his eyes go dark.

If it wasn't for these days, he could see that Ah Zhao was really kind to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if this person planned to use this to torture himself.

Seeing that Ah Zhao wanted to try it himself, he suddenly had an idea.

Ah Zhao only felt that his sleeve was pulled.

She lowered her head, and saw the little junior brother looking at her eagerly.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

hungry?

Yes!

The junior brother has not established the foundation yet, so he can't do the same bigu.

I just thought about how to dress up my junior brother, but forgot about it.

Ah Zhao felt guilty for a while.

"Then let's go to dinner first, boss, and settle what we saw earlier."

Rejecting the caring service from the clothes shop owner who asked for the address to be delivered to the door, Ah Zhao put the clothes in the storage ring, and went out with a celebrity gift.

Wen Renli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After finishing his meal, he resolutely rejected A Zhao's suggestion to continue showing him his clothes.

Ah Zhao could only let go of the regret in his heart, and instead took a walk around with the ceremony of hearing people, and prepared to return to Lingyun Xianzong.

Just out of the city, before the foot of Lingyun Xianzong Mountain, Ah Zhao suddenly paused.

Wen Renli, who was originally held by him, felt his waist tighten, he was hugged, and quickly backed away.

With a flash of inspiration, the ground collapsed, and the terrifying momentum suppressed it.

He couldn't bear it anymore, his throat felt fishy, ​​and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ah Zhao's expression sank, and the next moment, a soft breath blew past, and Wen Renli knew that someone had borne the pressure of the enemy on his behalf.

A skinny old man in black stood quietly in front of him.

Ah Zhao quickly flipped through various materials in his memory, and said in a cold voice, "Patriarch Heifeng?"

The old man did not deny it: "The old man has been in seclusion for many years. As soon as he left the seclusion, he heard that the Lingyun Immortal Sect has produced a peerless genius who is less than thirty transformation gods. I think it must be you."

It's not good.

Ah Zhao's eyes froze, and the snow-bright light flashed across, and the natal spirit sword had appeared in his hand.

The ancestor of Heifeng looked calm, but looked at A Zhao with an extremely indifferent expression: "You are a rare genius. It's a pity..."

"What's the pity?" Ah Zhao raised his hand to make a formula, but found that the space here was blocked, and the signal could not be sent out at all.

"It's a pity that you are a righteous person, so you must die."

Ah Zhao put Wen Renli down: "My junior brother is only a child, maybe let him die?"

Patriarch Heifeng said indifferently: "Young disciples of the righteous way, in my hands, never leave anyone alive."

Ah Zhao set a protective barrier on Wen Renli's body, telling him to stay aside.

Wen Renli looked nervous: "Brother, we..."

There was a warm touch on the top of the head, Wen Renli paused, and it turned out that it was Ah Zhao who touched his head.

"Don't worry, brother will definitely protect you."

After Ah Zhao finished speaking, he turned to face Patriarch Heifeng.

She didn't talk nonsense, she raised the long sword in her hand, and she had already made a move.

Wen Renli looked up.

In his previous life, he often heard people say that he didn't know what a real swordsman was until he saw Daoist Zhaoming unleash his sword.

It was a very ordinary sword raising, without any fancy movements.

But that sword light overwhelmed the radiance of the scorching sun above his head, splitting the void and breathing, wrapped in a destructive and indomitable attitude, and arrived in front of Patriarch Heifeng in the blink of an eye.

Patriarch Heifeng seemed to have nowhere to hide.

But he doesn't need to hide.

The sword light that was enough to split everything stopped when it reached his face.

Like time freezes.