Text Chapter 1110 The Five Saints Gather

ps: To make up for the tenth month, a monthly ticket of 10,000 will be given!

Although the words sounded nice, Mu Fanjun was not a fool. From Miao Yi, there was no sign of him taking him seriously.

"The armor you are wearing looks strange. Let me take a look at it." Mu Fanjun reached out and asked for it.

Miao Yi smiled and said, "There's no rush! When Yun Aotian and the others arrive, let's take our time and watch together."

Mu Fanjun's eyes suddenly pierced like sharp knives, "How dare you disobey me?"

Miao Yi said calmly: "I don't dare! It's just that it's not convenient to give it now, we have to dress up and scare people!"

Needless to say who you are trying to scare! Mu Fanjun was furious in his heart and had the urge to take action. There were not many people in the world who dared to talk to her like this, especially Miao Yi who had spoken respectfully in front of him before.

However, seeing Miao Yi's calm face and the four hosts looking at him eagerly, and thinking of Feng Beichen's body hanging on the flagpole, I couldn't figure out what Miao Yi's strength was, and after all, I didn't dare to act rashly.

Miao Yi turned sideways and stretched out his hand, "Please come inside!"

This posture made Wuliangtian feel like he was at home. Mu Fanjun glanced at the situation at the scene, and without fear of an ambush ahead, he strode away and was invited to sit down in the garden.

Before sitting down for a while, Buddha Saint Zang Lei arrived. Like Mu Fanjun, he also stopped in the air, staring at Feng Beichen's dead body ≡∈, w⊥ww. Looking at it, he moved the beads in his hand one by one. .

Miao Yi walked out of the pavilion, cupped his hands and said: "The great Buddha and Saint are here, and the humble house is full of glory. I apologize for not being far away to welcome you!"

A humble house? Zang Lei looked down, secretly scolding this boy for being so arrogant. Not polite at all, he really treats Wuliangtian as his own home.

"Hmph!" Mu Fanjun, who was sitting in the pavilion, snorted coldly when he heard this.

Xiongwei and others standing outside the pavilion secretly exchanged glances. Lao Wu is not so arrogant today!

"Amitabha!" Zang Lei put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name to Feng Beichen's body, and ducked in front of Miao Yi. He had a friendly smile on his face, but there was a stern look in his eyes.

Before he could say anything, Mu Fanjun in the pavilion had already spoken: "No need to ask, he killed Feng Beichen! Great monk, you don't have to pretend to be compassionate here. If you don't like him, even if Let’s do it, I promise not to interfere!”

She wished that Zang Lei could test Miao Yi's abilities.

Miao Yi smiled slightly and stretched out his hand towards the pavilion to make an invitation gesture. "please!"

Zang Lei clasped his hands and thanked him. He was very polite as a monk. He didn't listen to Mu Fanjun's instigation and let the fisherman benefit. He went into the pavilion and took a seat.

Miao Yi asked someone to serve tea, but Mu Fanjun and Zang Lei were obviously afraid of his tampering, so no one touched the tea before them.

"Please take it easy!" Miao Yi greeted, not wanting to accompany him. He left the pavilion and said to the four Xiongwei people guarding the pavilion: "The guests are all here. Please let me know."

The four men in armor nodded slightly, and Miao Yi put his hands behind his back and left calmly. He knew that Zang Lei and Mu Fanjun were staring at him without looking.

After returning to the study, Miao Yi sat down at the desk that was filled with the smell of blood. Continue to practice calligraphy.

Two hours later, Ghost Saint Situ Xiao also arrived, just like the previous two. He stared at Feng Beichen's body for a long time.

"Old ghost, the master invites you to come down for tea." Until Mu Fanjun's voice came. Situ Xiaocai ducked outside the pavilion and walked in after seeing the two people in the pavilion.

When the sunset fills the sky. A black cloud streaked across the sky, and the billowing magic cloud rolled in the sky, slowly descended, and also landed in front of the flagpole.

Yun Aotian, standing in the magic cloud, stared coldly at Feng Beichen's body. Everyone among the Five Saints seemed to be staring at Feng Beichen's body for a long time.

Beside Yun Aotian, there was another person standing among the rolling demon clouds. It was none other than Yun Zhiqiu.

Yun Zhiqiu turned back from the direction of the Demon Kingdom and was about to come to Wuliangtian to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, he was bumped into by Yun Aotian, who arrived first and was brought along the way.

Seeing Feng Beichen's tragic corpse hanging here with his own eyes, Yun Zhiqiu felt that what Miao Yi did was too arrogant. He was simply demonstrating to the other Five Saints naked, as if to tell the five people that Feng Beichen I beat him to death without any cover-up.

Yun Zhiqiu glanced at Yun Aotian quietly, worried that Miao Yi's actions would anger his grandfather.

"Old devil, your cheap grandson-in-law invites you down for tea." Situ Xiao's sinister voice drifted.

Yun Aotian lowered his eyes and looked in the direction of the pavilion where the sound came from. Suddenly, something like a black thunderbolt flashed out from the rolling magic cloud under his feet. A knife condensed with magic energy, with a click, chopped off the flagpole and the rope like lightning. broken.

Half of the flagpole crashed to the ground, and Feng Beichen's hanging body slowly fell on the magic cloud.

The magic cloud rolled to the ground. Unlike the others who only stared at Feng Beichen's body when they came, Yun Aotian also freed the body.

As soon as they landed, the rolling magic cloud entered Yun Aotian's body. The two landed, and Feng Beichen's body lay flat on the ground.

"Tell your man to come out and see me!" Yun Aotian said something to Yun Zhiqiu as he strode barefoot into the pavilion.

Yun Zhiqiu hurriedly asked the four Xiongwei people standing around, "Where are the people?"

Xiongwei said: "Lao Wu is in the study."

After looking at the Four Saints present, Yun Zhiqiu felt quite uneasy. She was also familiar with this place and quickly found the study.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a bloody smell. I saw Miao Yi wearing armor and writing on a bloodstained desk. Yun Zhiqiu was somewhat startled. Miao Yi at this moment gave her a feeling she had never had before. She observed the situation in the room again. The study room was filled with the smell of blood, the desk was stained with blood, and Miao Yi was wearing armor and writing with full concentration. It gave people an extremely dignified invisible sense of oppression, and it was hard to describe the smell.

And Miao Yi looked up at her and said in surprise: "Madam? How did you come so quickly?"

"I met my grandfather on the way, and I couldn't hide. I was brought along. What are you writing?" Yun Zhiqiu walked to his side and tilted his head to look at him, muttering: "A group of geese in the river, spotted geese and big white geese, one, two, three, four, five..."

I couldn't read any more. In such an atmosphere, what important things were written? The feelings were written as folk nursery rhymes.

Miao Yi turned around and asked with a smile: "How is my handwriting? Has it improved a lot?"

Yun Zhiqiu rolled his eyes, took the brush from his hand and threw it away, "Mr. Miao, what time is it? It's urgent, you still have the mood to practice calligraphy here?"

"Don't you always urge me to practice calligraphy? I listen to you and I will not slack off when I have time." Miao Yi smiled playfully, and with a flick of his finger, the thrown brush flew back to his hand and dipped it in ink again.

Yun Zhiqiu stretched out her hand and held his wrist, "Niu Er, my grandfather asked you to go see him."

"He said I should go, so I should go? Don't you see that I'm putting on airs?" Miao Yi smiled faintly and took her hand away, "Wait a little longer! It won't be too late for me to go out after everyone is here."

Yun Zhiqiu was a little crazy, and grabbed his hand again and said, "Niu Er, what do you want to play?"

Outside, the demon saint Ji Huan had already arrived. After landing, he also stared at Feng Beichen's body on the ground, and then looked back at the old acquaintances in the pavilion and asked, "What's going on?"

Yun Aotian was originally the farthest away from here, but he arrived before Ji Huan with Yun Zhiqiu. The meaning can be imagined.

As soon as Ji Huan arrived, Ling Tian immediately ran to the study to report, "Fifth Master, everyone is here."

Seeing that there were outsiders, Yun Zhiqiu quickly let go of Miao Yi's hand.

"What to play?" Miao Yi laughed at Yun Zhiqiu and said, "No, I won't play with them!" He threw the pen in his hand and left!

Yun Zhiqiu, who was following behind Miao Yi, was still thinking about what he meant by this. Miao Yi, who had walked outside the pavilion, had already bowed from a distance, smiling and said, "Excuse me, I was delayed by something and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

The five saints stared at him coldly. As soon as Miao Yi walked into the pavilion, Yun Aotian, who was sitting quietly in it, slowly said, "Bury Feng Beichen's body first."

Mu Fanjun and the other four were startled again and looked at him together.

Miao Yi was also startled, and then turned around and told the people outside: "Give it to Qin Xi and let her be buried."

Yun Aotian tilted his head and looked: "Qin Xi is not dead?"

Miao Yi smiled and said: "Why should I bother with her, she has surrendered to me."

"That woman is too beautiful, you are not attracted to her, are you?" Yun Aotian said coldly: "If Feng Beichen is not dead, you can take his wife away, play, sleep, and do whatever you want. Feng Beichen is sitting in this position. If you can't take her back, it's Feng Beichen's own incompetence, and you can't blame others. Now you hang Feng Beichen's body on the flagpole to expose the corpse. If you have improper thoughts about his wife, it's too much. I'm leaving this here today. Whoever dares to mess with Feng Beichen's widow, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mu Fanjun and the other four were silent.

Miao Yi was a little speechless. He wanted to ask Yun Aotian, it seems that more than one of your children died at the hands of Feng Beichen? Why do you make him act like your benefactor?

He couldn't figure it out. What were all those guys thinking? Could they be more healthy? Why did everyone think that he was going to do that to Qin Xi? If he hadn't taken Qin Xi and Qin Weiwei's reputation into consideration, he really wanted to shout, "That's my mother-in-law, okay?"

Only Yun Zhiqiu, who knew the inside story, understood it and immediately spoke up to help explain, "Grandpa, it's not what you think. Miao Yi and Qin Xi actually have another relationship. I know this."

Yun Aotian didn't say anything else, staring at Feng Beichen's body being carried away.

The ghost saint Situ Xiao, who was present, suddenly sighed grimly, "It's a pity that I'm late. If I arrived in time, if Feng Beichen's body hadn't been exposed to the sun for too long, I could still summon his soul and turn him into a ghost cultivator, but forcibly detaining him as a ghost cultivator will cause him to lose his memory." After saying that, he shook his head.

What do all these mean? Miao Yi looked around at the five saints who seemed to be immersed in the memory of Feng Beichen. He almost wanted to laugh three times. Who was the one who wanted to kill Feng Beichen? Now it seems as if I am the only bad guy and you are all good people. What a joke!

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