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"Pavilion Master."

Zhao Wujiang led the horse and walked out of Lanruo Temple. Two sounds broke through the air. Jia 23 and Jia 19 appeared and saluted him respectfully.

After the two old servants separated from Zhao Wujiang, they traveled a little longer before arriving at Lanruo Temple.

But it was getting late at that time, so they hid around Lanruo Temple and did not show up.

Now that he saw Zhao Wujiang leading the horse out, he showed up to greet him.

As soon as they saw the ceremony, they immediately felt something was wrong.

Zhao Wujiang's aura was much stronger than when they parted two days ago. Even strong men like them, who had been raping in the master realm for a long time, could feel the faint oppression.

Although it is far from a threat, you have to know how long has Zhao Wujiang been involved in martial arts?

Especially for Jia Ersan, his heart was already in turmoil. He basically watched Zhao Wujiang step into martial arts step by step. To be able to achieve such a level of cultivation in less than a year was simply astonishing.

If it spread to the world, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, and no one may believe it.

Could it be that the master of the pavilion had some unexpected encounters in the past two days? Jia Ersan was puzzled, but did not ask.

Jia Jiu also suppressed the shock in his heart and remained silent, but he increasingly felt that it was a blessing to be by Zhao Wujiang's side.

"Has the man in black robe reappeared?" Zhao Wujiang asked. He didn't notice any trace of the man in black robe. He just didn't know if A, 2, and 3 had met again.

Zhao Wujiang never knew what the purpose of this black-robed man was, and he always had a hidden worry in his heart.

He had only seen the man in black robe once. During his trip to Wangzhou, he found that the man in black robe seemed to have been secretly spying on him.

This feeling of being stared at is very uncomfortable.

Jia 23 and Jia 19 shook their heads, but suddenly, their faces tightened, and their martial arts skills spread out to protect Zhao Wujiang.

Not far away, a man in black robes was walking slowly.

It seemed that from beginning to end, the three of them had never gotten rid of each other.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. This man in black robe did not show any fluctuations in martial arts, but it gave him a sense of oppression, as if it came from the depths of his memory.

"I mean no harm." The man in black robe walked three feet away from Zhao Wujiang and still said the words he said last time. His voice was hoarse, like a drake whose throat was pinched and unable to breathe.

Dots of golden light appeared in Zhao Wujiang's eyes. He cupped his fists and said calmly:

"I wonder why senior followed us all the way?"

"The people from the Sword Tomb want to take you back." The man in black robe put his hands behind his back and covered his face with a wide silk hat.

Zhao Wujiang did not take it lightly, but silently circulated martial arts energy, flowing to his limbs and bones. If anything went wrong, he would take action:

"Who is that senior?"

"People from the Sword Tomb." The man in black robe said in a deep voice, with a hint of irresistible murderous intention permeating the air.

The auras of Jia 23 and A 19 have locked onto the man in black robe. Now, unlike that night, they cannot seize the opportunity to catch the man in black robe off guard. They can only take the lead in covering Zhao Wujiang's evacuation when the man in black robe attacks.

The nervous look on their faces as guardians made the man in black robe shake his head slightly and smile, not knowing whether he was laughing at their loyalty or their overestimation of their abilities.

Zhao Wujiang put his hands in his sleeves and already held eight silver needles in his hands. His sword-browed eyebrows were cold:

"Senior, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

The man in black robe showed no murderous intent and made no movement. If he wanted to take action, he would probably have done it long ago. Therefore, Zhao Wujiang guessed that this man probably wanted to make a deal with him, or to tell him something, or to ask for something.

he.

Of course, the possibility of the last one is almost zero.

"This is like a man who wields a sword." The man in black robe's voice became hoarse, and he smiled, like a nine ghost ghost roaring:

"The sword master has at least half a year before he is released from seclusion. You can't escape."

Zhao Wujiang frowned and retorted:

"If I didn't have the slightest chance to escape, I guess you wouldn't have done anything unnecessary today, right?
Chapter completed!