Chapter 240 Master Is Getting Old

"This will not bother Senior Brother." Si Wuya handed over.

Posing like a guest.

Ming Shiyin snorted softly and didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with him, so he jumped lightly and walked in the air.

"Sooner or later you will fall into my hands."

As you go further and further away, the sound echoes, constantly echoing between the mountains. Ming Shiyin also disappeared from sight.

Si Wuya cupped his hands towards Yu Shangrong and said, "Thank you second brother for clearing the siege."

"I can't talk about the relief, it's true that I dislike me for causing trouble." Yu Shangrong smiled lightly.

"Don't dare."

Bai Yuqing already helped protect Huangfeng Mountain. Yu Shangrong's sudden appearance not only hurt Bai Yuqing, but also made Si Wuya stick his exclusive weapon out. How could he not regret it?

Yu Shangrong could see through but not say anything.

Turning to look at Bai Yuqing: "Eldest brother sent you here?"

Bai Yuqing endured the pain and said, "The sect leader specially told me not to disobey."

Yu Shangrong said: "After you go back, tell the senior brother... what he wants to do, I don't want to care, and I don't bother to care. But don't overdo it..."

"This……"

Bai Yuqing looked at Si Wuya with a helpless expression.

Si Wuya said, "Brother Bai, please come back."

Bai Yuqing cupped his hands and said, "Then... Mr. Qi, take care."

He is the head of the White Tiger Palace, and he naturally knows the contradiction between Yu Shangrong and the leader. The two have always been at odds with each other... This kind of disagreement has become more and more intense with the changes in the Motian Pavilion.

How dare Bai Yuqing continue to stay.

Yu Shangrong injured himself, obviously wanting to beat the leader.

Speaking of which, Bai Yuqing was nothing more than a sandwich biscuit, and it was unlucky to be caught.

Ming Shiyin flew all the way.

Go towards the Magic Heaven Pavilion.

After half a day of flying in the air, Ming Shiyin finally arrived near Tangzi Town.

With the peacock feathers, if you go back, it will be easy to make friends.

Ming Shiyin is also a little more confident.

During this period of time, Ming Shiyin had not had a good rest either, and had been seriously investigating Si Wuya's affairs, which made him look a little tired. In addition to the confrontation with Bai Yuqing, even if he was not injured, he was still somewhat affected.

Ming Shiyin simply stopped and rested at the Tangzi Town Post.

"The barrier of Motian Pavilion is weakening again." Someone pointed in the direction of Jinting Mountain.

Tangzi Town is not far from Motian Pavilion, but it is not a place that can be seen at a glance... These people can talk about Motian Pavilion here.

It can be seen that how many people are silently watching Motian Pavilion behind their backs.

"If this goes on, the Motian Pavilion won't last for a few years."

"I appreciate the practice of the ancestors... A person's life is a breath and a face. I would rather live with dignity, and I will never allow the rat to set foot on the Demon Pavilion!"

In this regard, Ming Shiyin was not surprised.

There are all kinds of wonders in the world, and the existence of magic is because like-minded people gather together.

As a leader in the magic way, Motian Pavilion is naturally revered and worshipped by people in the magic way. There are also many people who yearn for Motian Pavilion and want to become a disciple of Motian Pavilion.

Unfortunately……

Master is really old.

No longer accepting apprentices.

"The majesty can't last a few years. Someone saw it yesterday, and the barrier has attenuated by a third. It seems that Motian Pavilion doesn't plan to repair the barrier."

"It's not easy to repair... The energy required for the barrier is basically impossible in a few years. A few years... It's almost old."

"Makes sense..."

Ming Shiyin glanced at those people.

He didn't interrupt, he just drank tea by himself.

"I heard that Tianjianmen is going to challenge Motian Pavilion... Tianjianmen is jumping over the wall in a hurry."

Hear this.

Ming Shiyin stood up, came to the cultivators, sat down and asked, "Tianjianmen wants to fight the Demon Heaven Pavilion?"

There is no conflict in the integration.

The inn is like this, people come and go, and the news is naturally well-informed.

"Luo Changfeng, the sect master of Tianjianmen, died in the hands of the patriarch of Motiange, Luo Xingkong is just such a son.

Moreover, you may not know that Zhou Jifeng, the eldest disciple of Tianjianmen, has defected to Motian Pavilion. It is said that Luo Xing did not fall asleep for three days. ' said the bearded practitioner on the left.

"Luo Xingkong has already sent a call to a famous sect. If it's not good, there will be another wave of attacks before the deadline of the grandfather of the Motian Pavilion."

Ming Shiyin said with a smile, "Luo Xingkong, this immortal, is so courageous?"

immortal?

People in the circle all looked at Ming Shiyin.

"Why do you have to be so mean in your words, brother? It's just talk after tea, don't substitute personal feelings." The bearded practitioner smiled.

Ming Shiyue didn't care at all, and said, "Luo Xingkong sent a summons post?"

"That's right... Except for Jingmingdao, the top ten famous sects have all received invitations. I don't know if the three Yuntian Luo sects will participate."

"Where is Luo Xingkong's confidence, Tianjianmen is already like this."

At this time, someone opposite said: "It can't be said that Luo Xingkong has been in retreat for many years and should not be underestimated. Besides, the barrier of Motian Pavilion is weakening. Perhaps, this is also an opportunity."

Ha ha.

Ming Shiyin stood up, laughed out loud, and said:

"Which is not the argument for encircling and suppressing Jintingshan. I'm tired of hearing it... Even if there is no Master Motiange, there are still his apprentices."

"Makes sense."

That's it.

Ming Shiyin left the inn.

at the same time.

In the main hall of Motian Pavilion, Lu Zhou looked at the price of "Eight Dharma Express" on the interface: 20,000 points.

Seeing this price, Lu Zhou decided to try his luck with a wave of prizes.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery draw consumes 50 merit points to get a reversal card*3."

Good luck.

The last lottery draw consumed 100 Luck Points, and Lu Zhou was a little surprised by winning this consecutive lottery.

The lottery really depends on the timing and face.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery draw consumes 50 merit points to get fatal block*5."

better than nothing.

This prop seems to be triggered once from the beginning, and has not been triggered since then.

Appears very tasteless.

"lottery."

"Ding, this lottery draw consumes 50 merit points, thank you for your patronage, luck value +1."

The winning streak is finally over.

Luzhou closed the system interface.

At this time, Xiao Yuan'er happily ran in and said happily, "Master, Fourth Senior Brother is back!"

"it is good."

Lu Zhou's eyes looked outside the main hall of Motian Pavilion.

Ming Shiyin also walked in from outside at this time.

Holding peacock feathers in both hands.

"Master, my apprentice has found out that the matter of Yunquelou is indeed the plan of the traitor Si Wuya. Huang Fengshan is his intelligence point. Unfortunately, Si Wuya is protected by experts, and I only captured his weapons."

Lu Zhou remembered the merit points obtained from two consecutive punishments before, and nodded slightly: "Bring it up."

Ming Shiyin handed over the peacock feathers with both hands.

[Ding, to recover the peacock feathers of the sky-level weapon, it needs to be refined again before it can be used. 】

This is Si Wuya's weapon.

An extremely rare hidden weapon.

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