Chapter 196 Do you have a senior to help?

Under the shade of the tree, the two figures stood opposite each other, and the ancestors of the Ye family looked at the divine sword with a hopeful face.

The sword pondered for a moment and said, "Now there are two forces around the Ye family, one of which I don't understand why he targeted the Ye family, but now I understand!" He glanced at his left hand and then said, "One of the forces should be Qiu Yuhan's former power, and the other is iron blood!"

"Iron blood?" The ancestor of the Ye family seemed to be a little surprised, but he was soon relieved. After all, he even doubted the divine sword at the beginning, not to mention iron and blood. Besides, he had already felt the faint smell of it, but now he thought of another thing: "by the way, how about you fought with the people who chased Qiu Yuhan?"

The sword sank and said slowly, "Run away!"

"Run away?" The ancestor of the Ye family changed color at that time. That person can actually escape from the hand of the divine sword, which is a proof of strength. You should know that the divine sword can touch that realm.

"With my strongest blow!" The divine sword thought for a moment and added that it is not a child's play now, and a small mistake will make the Ye family doomed.

The ancestor of the Ye family couldn't calm down and escaped from the sword. It was two different things to escape from his strongest blow. The former only showed that he was a master, but the latter said that he had the ability to fight with the sword. In this way, it was just that the Ye family could not cope with it at all, not to mention There is a more mysterious force, and its strength is even more unfathomable.

"Your injury?" The divine sword said with some point.

The ancestor of the Ye family naturally understood what he meant and gritted his teeth and said, "Nothing. As long as you give me three days, I can return to the best state, and my cultivation may be higher!"

Shen Jianyi's face suddenly became ugly: "If you do that, I will leave immediately!"

The ancestor of the Ye family was stunned and a little grateful, but when he thought of the current situation of the Ye family, he said impatiently, "What should I do? My wound came from the soul and was sealed by more than four god sparrows. Although the seal is a little loose now, it will take at least ten years when it is completely untied. Shall I tell them to come back in ten years?

As soon as the sword heard him finish speaking, he was not angry, but smiled faintly and said, "Now someone can unlock this seal for you!"

The ancestor of the Ye family said "Oh", looked at the divine sword with suspicious eyes and said suspiciously, "You?" He said this not disrespectably, but he knew very well that the soul was injured, which was completely different from Zhenyuan being trapped. The cultivation of Shenjianyi was unfathomable, but he knew that Shenjianyi was not particularly strong in the soul, at least he was still a little weak in his injury.

The sword raised the corners of its mouth slightly and smiled mysteriously: "Did I say it was me?"

As soon as the ancestor of the Ye family heard this, he suddenly became energetic and quickly asked, "Which senior is it?"

In his opinion, the person who can untie his injury must be a figure of the same era as the sword. That's why he used the word predecessor, and his voice has trembled a little. You can imagine how excited he is in his heart. Think about it, a person who should have stood at the top of this continental pyramid is in such a book. How painful it is for a small country to struggle in a small force.

The expression of the sword became more mysterious and he said in a low voice, "Wait. I'll bring him here tonight!"

"Today?" The ancestor of the Ye family is a little dull, which is too fast. Is the senior near the Ye family? Thinking of this, he was very happy, not for himself, but for the Ye family. Whether his injury could be cured is still unknown, but with the support of such a senior, it was the biggest surprise for the Ye family.

When he finally jumped out of his joy and wanted to ask the senior about some preferences, he found that it was empty and the sword had not thought about it for a long time.

Good man! The ancestor of the Ye family couldn't help sighing that he was not even waste this time for himself. How could he be a good person? At present, he sighed about his previous heavy and sighed in his heart: Look at his heart and courage.

At this moment, there were people in the sky who were praised, walking in the bamboo forest of the Ye family, and sneezing a big. He touched his nose, muttered, and walked towards the hut in the bamboo forest.

At this moment, in a quiet house.

A middle-aged scribe stood by a pond, carrying his hands and looking at it leisurely, as if he were a master outside the world.

Suddenly, in the void, the figure shook, and three figures fell from the sky and stood behind the middle-aged scribe.

On the left is an old man, who is bent, but his hair is black, energetic, dressed in gray, and his eyes are like a small black well, deep and bottomless.

In the middle is a stunning woman. She can't see how old she is. She has a fair complexion, an upturned buttocks and a snake waist, and a bright red robe embroidered with a big peony, but her beautiful eyes exudes her disparable eyes.

On the right is a middle-aged man. A pair of leopards' eyes are shining. Although their bodies are not high, they give people the feeling of mountains and mountains.

The middle-aged scribe turned around and smiled, hugged his fist and said, "There are three elders!"

The three also held their fists and said in unison, "I've seen the suzerain!"

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand, smiled and said, "This is not in the sect. There are not so many false gifts. Come and sit down!"

The four people sat in a pavilion in the courtyard and exchanged a few words. The beautiful woman looked cold and asked, "Master, I heard that the girl Qiu Yuhan betrayed the sect!" Although the voice is very cold, it can't hide the deep charm at all.

The middle-aged scribe sighed and shook his head and said, "I'm really ashamed. Maybe I can't control people, so that Elder Fang's lover abandoned me, hey!"

These four people are all from an unusually mysterious force - the Wanmo Sect. Of course, this is an outside saying. They themselves become the Wanshen Sect.

And this old man, the woman and the middle-aged man are the three elders of the Wanmo Sect. The woman's surname is Fang Ting, the old man's name is Ding Meng, and the middle-aged man is Yang Tian.

All three are famous people. Although Fang Ting looks like a little girl, she has actually lived hundreds of years and is good at picking yang and nourishing yin. She doesn't know how many geniuses she sucked dry in those years.

The two are not good at stubbles. To sum up, the three of them are all scum in a scum, but their cultivation is also matched with their character, otherwise they can't have been evil for so many years and be free.

Elder Fang raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "I don't know how the suzerain will deal with this traitor!" As soon as her words fell, the eyes of the three elders, including herself, came to the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly, and a helpless look appeared on his face: "Oh! It's really a little ashamed to say that she was rescued!"

"What!" The three elders shouted at the same time, full of surprise and anger.

Yang Tian's leopard eyes flashed with cruel eyes: "Who the hell dares to care about my Wanshenzong!"

Fang Ting also took over and said coldly, "It seems that we Wanshenzong hasn't come out for a long time, and many people have forgotten us!"

Ding Meng sneered a few times, but he didn't say anything, but the laughter was full of cruelty and made people feel cold.

The middle-aged scribe sighed again and shook his head silently.

Fang Ting was a little unhappy and said, "What does this mean? Is it that I, Wan Shenzong, am still afraid of others!"

Ding Meng and Yang Tian also looked at each other coldly and were a little disdainful of the patriarch's expression.

"The three elders have wronged me!" The middle-aged scribe stood up and said slowly, "It's not that I grow other people's ambition and destroy my own prestige. That man is really the same!"

"Who is it? Please tell me clearly. I'd like to see who has the courage to interfere in the affairs of our Wanshenzong!" Yang Tian also stood up, and the momentum under the pressure of 100,000 mountains was heavily suppressed in the void.

Although Fang Ting and Ding Meng didn't say anything, the look in their eyes was the same meaning.

The middle-aged scribe did not answer, but slowly undressed his clothes, revealing his upper body. A long scar from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and blood kept oozing from the wound.

"Three elders, how do you feel!" The middle-aged scribe said softly.