Chapter 234 The Young Man Who Likes to Eat Barbecue

Zhao Layue was startled, and said, "What's the matter?"

Lu Qing and Yuan Qu also looked at a loss.

De Seser looked at them and said helplessly: "Although practice is important, can you pay a little attention to the major events in the practice world?"

Zhao Layue thought to herself that according to the sword sage, the Snow Country should not invade the south for a hundred years, and the Ministry of the Underworld has been quite quiet in recent years, so what's the big deal?

"Su Ziye didn't know what was wrong with his mind. He left Lengshan and went to Yizhou. In the end, he met an assassin in a restaurant who pretended to be a prostitute..."

Deser explained the assassination in detail.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu looked at each other, a little surprised, because Zhao Layue listened very carefully.

Thinking of the exquisite layout of the assassination and the ruthlessness of the attack, Desese couldn't help but feel chills, and said with emotion: "The old forest is really scary."

"Is he dead?"

Zhao Layue rarely showed interest in someone.

She had heard of the name Su Ziye many years ago.

The cultivation talent of the young master of the Xuanyin Sect has been described as extremely exaggerated in the rumors, and it is even said that even Luo Huainan is inferior to him.

De Seser said: "I don't know. According to the situation at the time, he should definitely die, but no one has found the body so far."

The cave became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Luo Huainan and Su Ziye are the two most powerful young people in the cultivation world, one is good and the other is evil.

Who would have thought that they all encountered assassination.

One is dead, and the other is unknown.

This is indeed a very emotional thing.

Desese thought that the strange atmosphere in the cave at this time came from this, but he didn't know that Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu thought of far more things than this.

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The Southwestern Continent is a land of barren mountains and rivers, with endless mountains and rivers, sometimes heavy rains and sometimes droughts, the production is extremely scarce, and the population is naturally sparse.

Logically speaking, this should be a quiet place that practitioners like, but the problem is that there is no spiritual vein here, and the scenery is not very good.

Between the cliffs, a black shadow is moving forward at an unimaginable speed, no matter how steep the stone wall is, it cannot slow down the speed.

The dry branches were crushed, the wet moss was trampled into mud, the mountain eagle that couldn't avoid it was knocked into the air, and the jug slapped the side of the man's leg, making a crackling sound.

When he came to a dark and dense forest, the man stopped, threw his companion on the ground, untied the wine pot and took two gulps before he began to breathe heavily.

The companion covered his head and face with a black cloth, sat up with difficulty, leaned against the big tree and said in a hoarse voice: "Give me two bites."

"You've already been poisoned, and you're still drinking alcohol!"

The man was very tall and tall, with a beard on his face. Because he drank too quickly, the wine was sprinkled on it, and the stars were like dewdrops.

His eyes were clean and looked like dewdrops.

Number two in the world, He Zhan.

The man under the tree untied the black cloth, revealing his face.

His face was green, with a faint luster, like hardened plaster, and looked extremely strange, like a ghost.

He Zhan's expression remained unchanged, probably because he had watched too much.

The man's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut by someone with a knife: "This poison has cured me so badly, what's the difference between those two sips of wine?"

He Zhan's eyes dimmed, he heard what his companion meant, and threw the flagon over.

The man took two sips from the jug, although he spoke freely, he drank very carefully, not spilling any wine, looking elegant.

"I don't know if there are any assassins from the old forest nearby. I only know that no one is willing to help you except me."

He Zhan became a little angry while talking, and said: "If you make more friends like me, how could you end up in this situation?"

The man smiled and said, "Do you have friends who are still called disciples of the evil sect?"

He Zhan didn't bother to talk to him, and said, "Baotong Temple is relatively close to here."

The man said: "Don't forget that I am the young master of Xuanyin Sect."

It turned out that he was Su Ziye.

"Your father has gone mad and has been paralyzed for many years. Now that something happened to you, it should be difficult for him to protect himself."

He Zhan said mockingly: "The Xuanyin sect already belongs to someone else, and you are still some kind of young master."

Su Ziye thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense."

"What kind of poison do you have?" He Zhan asked, frowning.

You must know that ordinary poisons are difficult to work on practitioners, not to mention that Xuanyin sect is best at all kinds of magic skills and strange poisons.

"I can feel that a kind of poison is corpse locust tree. Bulaolin seems to know the Xuanyin sect's skills very well, but someone else probably added some seasoning."

Su Ziye said: "It doesn't matter, the key is that the methods of those assassins are really amazing, and Bulao Lin is really powerful."

He Zhan asked, "Why did Bu Laolin kill you?"

Su Ziye said: "Many people in Lengshan don't like me. Those old guys in the faction want me to die a long time ago, not to mention you righteous people. There are many people who can afford it. How do I know who it is?"

He Zhan was a little annoyed and said, "You know that so many people want you to die, but you are still so careless, showing up in Yizhou alone."

Su Ziye didn't answer his question, closed her eyes and began to rest, and said, "Get me some barbecue."

He Zhan's footsteps sounded, and he walked into the distance.

Su Ziye's face was slightly distorted, like a kneaded green leaf, looking very painful.

He didn't open his eyes.

It was dark.

It is the bonfire that lights up the darkness.

Last year, the flames of that bonfire were tens of feet high, illuminating the gloomy canyon.

This is the ancestor worship ceremony of the Xuanyin sect.

Out of nowhere a young man appeared and wanted to challenge him.

The young man was seriously injured by him and escaped.

The vigilance in his heart did not relax.

Because that young man used the most authentic Xuanyin sect magic art.

The ancient breath with the meaning of time is so clear.

He also remembered very clearly that the eyes of those old guys lit up at that time.

He wanted to find out what was going on.

So after knowing the young man's whereabouts, he left Lengshan without hesitation and came to Yizhou.

In order to keep it secret, he didn't bring any of his subordinates with him.

Now that I think about it, that clue is naturally false.

Bulaolin gave it to him on purpose.

He could clearly feel the toxin circulating in the meridians, slowly eroding his body, and he was almost approaching the magic fetus.

At that moment he will be dead.

The young man should have returned to Cold Mountain by this time, and was regarded as the master by the old guys in the pie.

What about the father? Is he dead by this time? Or is it more miserable than the present day to be humiliated but unable to die?

I really hope it's the latter.

As Su Ziye thought about it, she heard the sound of footsteps and slowly opened her eyes.