Chapter 990 Guardian Elder
The shadow of the black dragon crashed into the sky, collapsing inch by inch.
The ripples in the air gradually calmed down, the air waves dissipated, and the sky returned to calm. The warm sunlight penetrated through the clouds, and from a distance, it looked like mysterious beams of light piercing the earth.
The sun dyed Ouyang Ming's hair a light golden color. He stroked his chin with his fingers, glanced at the sky that had gradually calmed down, his eyes pondered, and asked softly: "Senior He, this...what's going on? What's going on? Will this black dragon crash into the sky?" Ouyang Ming didn't know that this black dragon totem contained a trace of dragon blood, and after feeling the king's power, he shook the sky in order to welcome the king's arrival.
He Jian let out a mouthful of turbid air, looked away from the sky, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know, I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen this kind of situation. It's just that when the shadow of the black dragon condensed before, It seems to bow down to where we are." As soon as the words fell, He Jian's heart was shaken immediately, he shook his head again and again, and muttered in his mouth: "This... makes no sense, dragons are inherently arrogant, and they would rather die than submit, why? It would... be unreasonable!"
The bewilderment in He Jian's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't figure it out.
A quarter of an hour later, it was dusk, half of the sky was reddened by the setting sun, and most of the falling sunlight was covered by the continuous mountains, and the shattered light spots in the jungle were much less, and it was already dark, and the woods were deep.
He Jian stopped walking, looked at the courtyard in front of him, and said with a smile, "Brother Yu, here we are, the Jiang family is in front of us!"
Ouyang Ming stopped and looked at the open area ahead. I saw that in the open space at the foot of the mountain, countless courtyards were built along the mountain. Although the attics are not high, they are very regular, as if implying some kind of change. And in front of the courtyard, there is a huge bluestone square, a black dragon hundreds of feet high stands in the square, and hundreds of disciples of the Jiang family sit quietly under the black dragon, breathing.
Surprisingly, there is a majestic atmosphere that steams Yunmengze and shakes Yueyang City. The potential of the disciples of the top aristocratic families is undoubtedly revealed.
It was dusk at this time, and wisps of cooking smoke slowly lifted into the sky.
The dim light of the fire emanates from the house, and the setting sun gently falls, blending with the mountains on the back, giving people a sense of majesty and majesty. Especially the row of red lanterns hanging in front of the old house, the light is not bright, but extremely warm, just like the summer sun.
He Jian looked at Ouyang Ming and said in a low voice, "Let's go, Xiaoman's life is important."
"En!" Ouyang Ming nodded slightly, and took a step forward.
At this moment, hundreds of Jiang family disciples under the black dragon statue opened their eyes at the same time, and the eyes flashed like a knife like electricity. A middle-level spiritual man, standing among the disciples like stars and moons, wearing a blue shirt, raised his right foot, took a light step, and asked coldly, with a smile that didn't even smile, his eyes full of arrogance and indifference. : "You two came to our Jiang clan, why are you here?"
He Jian's eyes turned, he took half a step, and said with a smile, "Old man He Jian, please see the head of the Jiang family."
The man in the green shirt was startled for a moment, then an abnormal flush appeared on his face, he sneered and said, "Jiang's family takes care of everything every day, not everyone can see it, you, hmph..." As he spoke, he squinted at He Jian , with a look of disdain.
His cultivation base is only the middle level of the spirit, so naturally he can't see the depth of He Jian.
As for Ou Yangming, a young man in his early twenties, even if his talent is high,
so what? The superiority and arrogance of the top aristocratic family are undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Besides, even if he can't see the depth of Ouyang Ming, he still subconsciously thinks that there must be a hidden treasure on this person. It is precisely because of this that he can't see through it.
The voice echoed in He Jian's ears, causing his face to change slightly, but he didn't answer the words. He paced forward, took out a dark token from his sleeve, and handed it over. There were only two large characters on the token. ——Guardian, surrounded by cumbersome patterns, it is not extraordinary at first glance.
The man in the blue shirt glanced at the token, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse. He raised his hand to dismiss it, and said with a sneer, "This kind of token is not from the Jiang family at all. If you don't tell me who you are, don't blame us." You're welcome!" The guardian order is in Jiang's house, no more than five fingers, this man in blue shirt has never been seen before, so naturally he can't recognize him.
As soon as the voice fell, a majestic baleful aura emanated from the disciples of the Jiang family, and the atmosphere of sword tension was rippling.
Ouyang Ming was extremely anxious, waved his sleeves, and said softly: "This fellow Taoist, it's urgent, please let me know." After speaking, he bowed his hands and lowered his posture.
But the man in Tsing Yi was still unwilling, his eyes indifferent.
Ouyang Ming and He Jian exchanged glances, and they both saw the coldness in their respective eyes. Xiaoman didn't know if he was alive or dead, and the two of them were blocked at the door by an ordinary disciple, and anyone would be in a bad mood.
"Receive their weapons first, so as not to cause trouble." The man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and two Jiang family disciples came out immediately.
Hmph, stubbornness! Ouyang Ming snorted coldly in his heart, and saw his sleeves waved forward, the body of the man in blue, as if being hit by a force that exceeded his own limit, flew backward instantly, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, The square in front of him was dyed red, and there was a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely scarlet. The pupils shrank inward suddenly, and the heart trembled endlessly.
At that moment before, he felt as if he had been hit by a fierce beast from ancient times.
An extremely tyrannical force spread towards every corner of his body, directly causing the hairs on his body to stand up, and his internal organs instantly shifted. He didn't know that if Ou Yangming wanted to take his life, he wouldn't have a chance to make a sound, and he would definitely fall in a pool of blood.
"How dare you forcibly break into the Jiang family's gate wall, and come with me!" The man in Tsing Yi forced his blood pressure down, gave a cold shout, slapped the space bag, took out his two knives, and chased after him.
The voice carried a strong sense of bewitchment as it echoed in all directions. Without hesitation, these hundreds of Jiang family disciples shot at the same time. Immediately, auras of different colors scattered in all directions.
"Stop! Don't you feel ashamed?" The voice was extremely cold, and the voice came before the person arrived.
I saw a cyan horse striding across, majestic and extremely fast, like a meteor piercing the sky, approaching suddenly in an instant, stepping on it like stepping on a lotus platform, falling from a high altitude in one step.
She was wearing a light blue dress with a noble and elegant demeanor. If it wasn't Jiang Yingrong, the daughter of the head of the Jiang family, who was she?
There was utter silence on the square, there was no sound, and the drop of a needle could be heard.
The minds of these hundreds of Jiang family disciples kept buzzing, and they thought to themselves, they are dead, dead, this time they are dead, and they have offended this aunt.
Thin and dense cold sweat broke out all over his body, and there was only one thought in his mind, who are these two people? Can the daughter of the head of the family be so aggressive? In my heart, I scolded the man in the blue shirt bloody, you said you have nothing to do, what are you doing to provoke others, and if you report it honestly, then nothing will happen? Who suffers from such trouble?
As for the instigator of this incident, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. The two knives in his hands fell to the ground with a "bang", his eyes were dull, and he had no thoughts in his heart.
Jiang Yingrong's eyes were cold, and she looked over. Wherever her eyes met, all the disciples lowered their heads and avoided her. No one dared to look at her.
Scanning around, she moved her footsteps, turned to look at Ouyang Ming, gave a blessing, smiled apologetically, and said, "Brother Yu, I'm sorry, I'm late." When her eyes saw the black on He Jian's palm, When holding the token, there was no change on his face, but he had already guessed He Jian's identity in his heart, the guardian elder.
At the same time, she nodded slightly to He Jian, and she backed away slightly from He Jian by half a body. She already knew that the two of them were dominated by Ouyang Ming.
"It's not too late, it's just right." Ouyang Ming said.
Immediately, he narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "How is Xiao Man?"
Jiang Yingrong's expression darkened, and a rare look of timidity appeared on her face. As if she had done something wrong, she opened her teeth lightly: "He has been poisoned by a very special kind of poison, and the elders in the clan are helpless." She lowered her head, not knowing what to do. Dare to look at Ouyang Ming.
In her heart, this incident was her fault, if it wasn't for her, Xiaoman would not have been injured so badly, and Ouyang Ming entrusted Xiaoman to her with his own hands. Thinking of this, the guilt in her heart surged like a tide and could not be calmed down for a long time.
Ouyang Ming remained silent, and the killing intent spread majesticly. This killing intent was not aimed at Jiang Yingrong, but at the Ji family.
"Go in first... go in and see Xiaoman is making plans!" Jiang Yingrong bit her red lips lightly, hesitated a few times, and then said this, before she finished speaking, she raised her hand to attract, and the three of them stood together under the setting sun. , slowly walked into Jiang's house.
Just when the man in green shirt was secretly exclaiming his luck and heaved a sigh of relief, an indifferent female voice floated out from the courtyard: "Go to the Discipline Hall by yourself and see what will happen if you offend the guardian elder!" Subtle, but hearing the man in the green shirt, it was like countless thunderbolts blasting at the same time.
It blew up his spiritual world to pieces and caused huge waves. Although he had never seen a guardian order, he had heard of a guardian elder. This status was only a notch lower than that of the Patriarch.
But now, he actually offended the guardian elder, what kind of stupid thing is this?
The disciples standing beside him hurriedly dispersed, as if avoiding the plague god, looked at him with pity, gathered together in small groups, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that ugly old man to be the guardian of the clan!" Elder?"
"Yeah, the guardian elders are extremely mysterious. There are only five in the entire Jiang family. He offended the guardian elders. In this life, the intermediate level of the spirit is already his limit." He was dressed in white, and his face was extremely emotional.
At this moment, the man in the green shirt seemed to have been abandoned by the world.
He looked at the sky, only to feel that it was extremely dark, and even his body seemed to have become a little weak at this moment. ...
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