"well!"

Zhao Yanran sighed softly, gently touched the wound on her back, and immediately gasped in pain.

Wu Yan quickly handed over his own medicine again: "Junior sister, you are so seriously injured, you should take the medicine first."

"No need, Senior Brother. Master and the senior brothers and sisters of Jianfeng have given me many pills. You practice hard every day and you are often injured. You should use them. It's okay for me."

"I know you are good to me, but Senior Sister Sheng is now trusted by the Sect Master, and she has never liked me. This time she was able to pin the death of Senior Sister Qingqing on me and Senior Brother Chu, but who knows what she will do next time?"

"Brother, Yanran is really scared."

Zhao Yanran's face was pale, with a few crystal tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, she looked so pitiful.

Wu Yan immediately reached out his hand distressedly and wiped away the tears from Yanran's eyes: "Yanran, don't be afraid. If Sheng He bullies you again, tell Brother, and Brother will definitely protect you even if he risks his life!"

"Really?"

Seeing that Zhao Yanran did not dodge but looked at him pitifully, Wu Yan suddenly felt his heart swell up, and patted his chest and assured: "Of course, Senior Brother never breaks his promise!"

Zhao Yanran burst into laughter and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"But I am really afraid that Senior Sister Sheng will slander me in front of the sect master again next time. Senior Sister Sheng has superb cultivation and is good at speaking. I am simply unable to compete with her. I have heard of an organization called the Seven Killing Pavilion before. It is full of masters. If there is such a person to protect me, I don't have to worry every day."

"It's a pity that I'm seriously injured and can't go out..."

Wu Yan quickly replied, "How difficult is that? I'll help you go to the Seven Killing Pavilion right now. Junior Sister, you just stay here and take care of your injuries. Leave Sheng He's affairs to me!"

After Wu Yan finished speaking, he put down the medicine bottle in his hand and walked out.

Zhao Yanran curled her lips as she looked at Wu Yan's back. It was not easy to find the Qisha Pavilion. She believed that Wu Yan was a smart man and would know what to do once he arrived at the Qisha Pavilion.

Zhao Yanran curled her lips in disdain when she caught a glimpse of the medicine bottle left by Wu Yan. She didn't know if there would be any side effects from taking such low-quality medicine, so she threw the bottle aside, hoping that out of sight, out of mind.

Outside Jianfeng, Wu Yan asked almost all the disciples he knew in Qingyun Sect before he finally found out how to contact Qisha Pavilion. He did not dare to delay for a moment and ran down the mountain immediately.

In Miaoxianglou, the largest restaurant in Cangshan City, Wu Yan ignored the waiter's call and went straight to the third floor.

The third floor has a number of private rooms with strong sound insulation and confidentiality. The owner of Miao Xiang Lou also gave each room a unique name.

Wu Yan went from one private room to another according to the names, and finally stopped in front of a private room called "Seven Crows".

He knocked on the door gently, two long and three short knocks, then paused and knocked again, this time one long and one short.

Wu Yan held his breath and waited quietly. The next moment, the door suddenly opened.

A man in black grabbed Wu Yan by the collar and pulled him in.

The room was pitch black, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood. Wu Yan was a little scared, but the man only grabbed his collar, and there was also Junior Sister Yanran...

Thinking of Junior Sister Yanran's pitiful appearance, Wu Yan bravely asked, "Excuse me, is this the Seven Killing Pavilion?"

A flash of light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and only when he felt a cold touch on his neck did Wu Yan realize belatedly that it was a knife, which was now on his neck.

"Who do you want to kill? How many spirit stones do you want to pay?"

The person who was speaking had a hoarse voice, like a broken bellows being pulled, but the sound was very close, as if it was coming right next to Wu Yan's ear.

Wu Yan's legs trembled as he replied in a trembling voice: "No... I won't kill anyone. I want you to protect my junior sister. She..."

"Oh, no killing?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

"I know, this is the Seven Killings Pavilion, my junior sister said..."

Wu Yan's words came to an abrupt halt, and he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He reached out and touched it, and felt a warm and sticky feeling on his hand.

He still couldn't see anything, but his intuition told him that there was blood on his hands.

Moreover, he had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, the person in front of him would kill him the next moment.

Wu Yan immediately changed his words and said, "I came here to kill someone!"

"Her name is Sheng He. She is the direct disciple of Elder Tian Yu of the Jianfeng of Qingyun Sect. Her cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building!"

"snort!"

A light laugh came from the side, and the man took down the big knife on Wu Yan's neck. Wu Yan immediately felt that the oppressive feeling that had just spread throughout his body disappeared.

"How many spirit stones can you offer?"

Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to cover the wound on his neck, and answered without hesitation: "Thirty mid-grade spirit stones."

This was all of Wu Yan's belongings. Wu Yan thought that the price was not low. The outer disciples of Qingyun Sect could only receive 150 low-grade spirit stones each month. He had saved for several years to accumulate so many spirit stones. But for Junior Sister Yanran, he was willing to give up all his belongings.

"not enough."

Wu Yan was shocked: "What? This is not enough? How much do you want?"

"Thirty high-quality spirit stones."

The voice was low and penetrated into Wu Yan's ears like a smooth and disgusting snake.

"I, the Qisha Pavilion, have accepted this business. Sheng He's body will be delivered to you. As for the spirit stones, I will go and get them myself after the mission is completed."

"Wait...wait, I don't have that many spirit stones!"

"Wait a minute!"

No one answered Wu Yan. The door of the private room suddenly opened and he was kicked out.

Wu Yan quickly got up and banged on the door, shouting, "Hey! Wait! I won't kill anyone anymore! I don't kill anyone anymore! I don't have that many spirit stones! Hey!"

But no matter how hard he knocked, the door remained tightly closed and never opened again.

Wu Yan walked on the street in a daze.

Thirty top-grade spirit stones. Where can he find thirty top-grade spirit stones?

But if there are not enough spirit stones, the people from the Seven Killing Pavilion will definitely kill him!

Thinking of what had just happened in the room, Wu Yan couldn't help but shrink his neck.

No matter what, he came to the Seven Killing Pavilion for Junior Sister Yanran, and he wanted to kill Sheng He for Junior Sister Yanran.

It is reasonable and logical that Junior Sister Yanran should pay for the spirit stones, right?

What's more, Junior Sister Yanran is his direct disciple and has the subsidy from Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao. She must have more spirit stones than him. Maybe Junior Sister Yanran doesn't even care about these thirty high-quality spirit stones?

Wu Yan suddenly felt relaxed and trotted all the way back to Qingyun Sect.

He wanted to tell Junior Sister Yanran the good news. With the Seven Killing Pavilion taking action, Sheng He would definitely die this time! Junior Sister Yanran would never have to be afraid again!