Chapter 882 Anger, Encirclement and Suppression
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly at Nan Xun's tone.
"I know this matter sounds a bit embarrassing, but now there is only one way. Brother Meng, don't you want to justify your name? Brother Meng is willing to remain anonymous for the rest of his life, living so aggrieved? I know you have a way in your heart, you shouldn't it's here."
Nan Xun: You know a thread. The master has never had your so-called Dao in his heart. He realizes his own way and walks his own way.
Zhuo Bufan continued: "Master is a decent man, and now he is not as extreme towards monsters as before. His old man even accepts Xue'er, so why can't he accept an evil demon catcher who has never harmed anyone? The one who harmed the world back then Brother Meng and I killed the Ghost King together. Based on this merit alone, Master is willing to trust Brother Meng. Master is a respected old man. If he justifies Brother Meng's name, I don't think other sects will make things difficult for Brother Meng again. "
Nan Xun turned the teacup in his hand, and said calmly, "We appreciate your kindness. Brother Zhuo, please go back."
Qi Yunzi didn't give away favors in vain, he was willing to believe that Meng Ziyi was already a great surprise to Nan Xun, as for letting them go to Wushan on their own initiative, hehe, it was just a banquet at the Hongmen, whoever went would be an idiot.
Zhuo Bufan sighed: "Forget it, if you change your mind, you can come to Wushan to find me at any time. Also, I can find this place, and so can others, so pay attention."
Zhuo Bufan's words became a prophecy, but everything came too far, he had only left for half a day, and those people came to the door.
There were not many people who came, ten or twenty, but each of them was an elder of the Monster Catch Sect. There were people from all sects. The leader was none other than Zhuo Bufan who was willing to serve Mencius Yi's name is Master Jiang Mo Jiang.
If Zhuo Bufan saw this scene, he wondered if he would find it funny.
"Xun Xun, you go in first." Meng Ziyi whispered.
Nan Xun shook his head: "I am with Master."
She stood side by side with Mencius Yi, looked at the dozen or so old people, and smiled: "What kind of ability does our husband and wife have to invite so many seniors to visit? The room is small, so we don't invite the seniors to sit in the room."
"You are not of my race, we can't bear the sound of seniors." The white-bearded old man Jiang said coldly.
The smile on Nan Xun's face turned into a sneer, "Okay, it's my fault, how dare you ask some old men what's the matter with visiting the humble house?"
"You! The little Huayao is so bold!" A person behind him said angrily.
Master Jiang looked at Meng Ziyi for a long time, then said with a serious expression: "If it is really an evil cultivator, I am afraid that there are no less than a hundred demon pills refined."
When the other monster hunters heard this, their expressions changed.
Many evil demon hunters can improve their cultivation by refining more than ten demon pills, but they are more likely to be eroded by the remaining spirits on the demon pills, and eventually become more and more bloodthirsty. The evil cultivator in front of him looks at At such a young age, you have already refined hundreds of demon pills?
Isn't that strength against the sky!
"Elder Jiang, this kind of evil way cannot be tolerated in the world, we must get rid of him before he becomes stronger, otherwise it will be difficult to kill him when his cultivation reaches a high level." One of the demon catching masters said.
Others joined in.
Nan Xun was furious when he heard the words, "A group of unreasonable old men, what did my husband do to harm the heavens and reason? Master, what qualifications do you have to take my husband's life?"
Mencius rubbed her head and said softly, "Xun Xun, back off."