Faced with Yelü's questioning gaze, Pan Fu panicked on the spot.
"There were four people, but the one who was removed from the list has already been killed by Su Yu."
"The other one was killed by our combined efforts!"
"We have never joined forces with the person who was expelled."
“Master Yelü, Su Yu’s strength is no weaker than ours, not to mention we were injured by this treasure.”
"What I am saying now is not a lie."
Before Yelü could speak, Hao Teng let out a cold laugh.
"Heh, you mean an eighteen-year-old fifth-grade cultivator snatched a treasure from the hands of the four eighth-grade cultivators?"
"They even killed one person?"
"You guys have already completed the second forging."
“Su Yu isn’t just a fifth-rank official, he’s already a sixth-rank official!!!” Teng Zhaoxing explained instinctively.
Everyone glanced at him.
Are there any differences between you four, who are at the eighth rank, and Su Yu, who is at the fifth or sixth rank?
Yes, there is a difference.
Hao Teng immediately realized that the two people probably weren't lying.
In the past, Lü Ling was able to fight against an eighth-rank official even in dire circumstances.
Although he's only at the eighth rank, first forging of the Golden Body, this kid Su Yu is going to surpass his master.
He believed it, but then the two attacked Su Yu.
Don't even think about leaving alive today.
"Then, where is our Martial King of China now?" Fan Senluo asked coldly.
"We didn't know that he had already taken the treasure and left in the chaos of battle." Pan Fu didn't dare to meet his gaze.
Regret now fills my heart.
Now he only prays that Yelü can spare his life.
"Master Yelü! What I said is not false in the slightest!"
He emphasized again that he was completely prostrate on the ground.
“Master Yelü, I have offered up the most precious treasure, and I am willing to live forever as a follower of the Holy Soul Church.”
"I beg the leader to uphold justice for me."
On the other hand, Teng Zhaoxing was in the same situation.
Yelü Hebenquanqing frowned.
Ben Quanqing thought for a moment and looked at Fan Senluo: "I believe Su Yu has this ability."
"Furthermore, throughout history, the struggle for opportunities has always depended entirely on strength."
"The two of them are now..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fan Senluo interrupted, "But! That is my Chinese Martial King!"
His eyes were cold, as if he wanted to include Ben Quanqing in the atmosphere of today's battle.
"Fan Senluo, don't be so domineering." A man with a small mustache stepped forward from the Wunie camp.
"boom--"
A giant hand slapped it away.
Ben Quanqing intervened to defend.
Fan Senluo said calmly, "Domineering? It seems you've forgotten my personality."
Two books, one black and one white, appeared behind him.
The surrounding space was instantly distorted.
All spiritual energy within a radius of a thousand miles was solidified.
at the same time.
Water droplets began to condense in the air, making it look like it was about to rain.
It even carried a hint of blood.
Seeing this, Yelü Hebenquanqing's aura also suddenly surged.
The other eighth-rank experts also dared not underestimate their opponent.
If a real fight breaks out, these four Chinese men are each more formidable than one.
The atmosphere became tense and confrontational.
Hao Teng, the only one who hadn't made a move, stepped forward: "Actually, I'm a reasonable person."
"I have only one request: let's not even talk about whether Su Yu, at the sixth rank, can travel through space."
Even if he could, he couldn't get very far.
"If you can find him with us today, it will prove that he is still alive."
"Then we'll let these two go."
"Otherwise, you should hand them over."
"Either we fight you first, and then we kill them."
What do you guys think?
Hao Teng's aura wasn't as intimidating as some people thought.
But the killing intent in his eyes was the strongest among those present.
Throughout history, those who can be called "demons" are usually opponents that people do not want to provoke.
To put it nicely, he's a demon; to put it bluntly, he's just a complete madman.
If this bastard were to fight, it would be a fight to the death.
Yelü's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Hao Teng, Fan Senluo, don't forget our purpose for this trip. Everything must be for the greater good."
"What's your purpose? My Martial King of Huaguo is currently missing, and you're talking to me about the big picture?"
"Or rather, I'll return those words to you verbatim."
"Please, both of you, consider the bigger picture!"
Fan Senluo was arrogant and domineering, showing none of the amiable demeanor he had at school.
Tang Yuyu and Yan Yu watched their principal's demeanor.
I have a feeling that it's inexplicably familiar.
Perhaps this is the bandit spirit passed down through generations.
"However! I am righteous!" Yan Yu thought to herself.
"To prevent you from saying that we deliberately framed and killed these two people, we can also swear an oath."
"Neither of us knew Su Yu's whereabouts at the moment, nor did we deliberately conceal his whereabouts."
"And we are the ones who most want to find him," Hao Teng said proactively.
We've offered them this much of a way out; if they still won't take it, then let's have a fight today.
He was already getting restless.
Behind them, the two Venerable Blood Rain covered their foreheads and sighed.
Damn it, none of Zheng Kexian's group are easy to deal with; they're all incredibly reckless.
The two had already made up their minds.
As soon as the fight starts, I'll finish off those two immediately to avoid wasting my energy.
Yelü shook his head and said, "There's no need for an oath; we still have that much trust in you."
“I’ve scouted the area along the way.”
"No trace of Su Yu was detected."
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