When they learned that Qingyun had arrived, the members of the Li family, who were the direct power of the Zhushijian Sect, lined up at the door early to greet them.

The vast team lined up dozens of feet away from the gate, and the old one-armed Li Guan was eagerly and tremblingly looking forward, as if an old bachelor was watching the bride, his eyes glowing green.

Qingyun shivered and gave Li Guan a bow with awkward smile.

"Qingyun has met Senior Li."

After a series of dares to be afraid to behave, Li Chun, Li Gang, including Li Jing, took the lead and shouted loudly:

"Warm welcome!"

"Warm welcome!"

...

Their voices shook the whole world, and my uncle also had a black line.

“It’s really a formalism.”

Although Qingyun was despised in his heart, there was a saying that he had worn all his clothes and flattered him. He had been abused for more than ten years and had been abused by others. This was the first time he had enjoyed such high-standard treatment.

However, what made my master curious was that Wan Congfang and him were very close to him. Even if they could turn into war, they would never be a good friend. This can be seen from the clues he was placed when he first stepped into Qingshui Town.

But the Li family is so bold to flatter themselves. According to Wan Congfang's current domineering and perverse personality, it would be strange if he didn't kill all these thorns in his eyes.

And it’s okay for others to forget it, but Li Guan, an old man at least said to be hundreds of years old, why is he so ignorant?

After all, the doubt was just born in the heart and quietly glanced into the door. Qingyun did not see Wan Congfang's figure, nor did he feel the other party's angry spiritual power fluctuations, so he patiently started to greet Li Guan.

Li Chun followed his ancestor and still looked like he was seeing a ghost to Qingyun. However, his only son, Li Jing, grew up a lot.

Qingyun remembers that when he met Li Jing last year, this kid seemed to have only had the early stages of the Hundred Mai Realm, but now he has signs of breaking through to the Yuanhua Realm. His growth rate is extremely amazing this time.

Seeing that he is wearing a long green gown today, which is quite similar to the Qingxi sisters, I guessed that this kid was recognized by Wan Congfang?

"Li Jing has met Senior Qingyun!"

Facing the powerful Qingyun, the young man could no longer see any stage fright, but he did not have the vanity and pride brought by the rapid progress of his strength. He bowed to Qingyun very respectfully.

"Haha, there is no need to be too polite."

Qingyun also politely replied with a greeting, which made Li Jing a little flattered.

"Young hero, Jing'er last time..."

Looking at Qingyun, Li Chun felt a little tepid.

Although he had a good wine and good food banquet last time, it was hard for Li Chun to imagine how big the backstage there was behind this kid. If he was still calculating about Li Jing's previous collision, the consequences...

Thinking of this, he quickly hurriedly hugged Qingyun and clapped his fists.

"Head Li, you misunderstand it, you don't need to do this."

Qingyun waved his hand with a smile, and at this moment, Wan Congfang, mixed with an angry voice, finally came from the yard:

"When will you still want Moji?!"

"Hurry, let's not let Senior Sword Ghost wait in a hurry."

The young master said in his heart.

"Please, young man."

"Please, Senior Li."

Surrounded by the crowd of the Li family, Qingyun quickly stepped into the gate of the Zhushi Sword Sect.

"Although it develops quickly, it can rely solely on Wan Congfang's pillar to support the sky. Even if the Zhushi Sword Sect is determined to expand, it also needs talents in governance!"

Looking at the "Wan Family Medical Center" that seemed to be prosperous but actually seemed a little messy due to the chaos, Qingyun thought secretly.

Since it expanded to the outside, the original architectural layout of its sect did not change much, and there was no need to lead the way. Qingyun came to the spacious middle hall with a little knowledge.

"You look down on the Zhushi Sword Sect?"

The cold female voice sounded again, and the young master was stirred up with goose bumps all over his body.

"How...how is it possible?"

Qingyun smiled awkwardly.

Wan Congfang, who was also in green, appeared out of thin air in the middle hall, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point with her appearance.

"Then why did I see disdain in your eyes just now?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

The young master cursed in his heart, but his head was shaking like a rattle.

"See the leader."

In fact, it was not just Qingyun. Everyone present had great respect and heartfelt fear towards this "sword ghost". Especially the members of the Li family, they were very grateful to Wan Congfang for their support.

Because of the protection of the powerful powers in the Guiling Realm, the profound practice techniques and Taoist traditions, it is a fantasy in such a poor cultivation family.

But in other words, if you want to get it, you have to pay the price you deserve. However, the Li family, which once dominated Baishi Town, has now been incorporated into the Zhushi Sword Sect and has become part of the power of others.

I believe that the ancestor Li Guan, who was cut off his arm by Wan Congfang's sword energy, should have measured the balance in his heart.

Seeing Qingyun looking timid, Wan Congfang seemed to be feeling a little better. The young master glanced quietly and found that the scars on her eyebrows had not cracked and there were no black marks on the corners of her eyes. It was probably that the "disease" had not recurred.

"Is she also in a state of neither life nor death?"

He was thinking to himself, and Wan Congfang shook his sleeves and ordered coldly:

"He Bai and Qing'er stay, everyone else will quit."

"yes."

To be honest, Wan Congfang's appearance has become much softer now, as if she has become the girl who collected herbs back then. However, her long green clothes are lifeless, her disheveled hair and her body are erratic, making her temperament no longer beautiful.

Everyone dared not say much, and the Qingxi sisters were also confused. One stayed, and the other clasped their fists and followed Li Guan and the others out of the central hall.

"Follow me."

Without nonsense, Wan Congfang led them to turn their heads and walked towards the backyard.

The three of them looked at each other silently. For some reason, the closer they got to each other, Li Qing'er became more and more calm when facing Qingyun. She nodded indifferently at the young master, obviously knowing some inside information.

However, she couldn't say anything more to her master. After a while, the three of them came to a well-hidden dry well after a moment.

"Qing'er, stay here, don't let others get close."

“Yes, Master.”

Li Qing'er respectfully clasped her fists and bowed.

Immediately, Wan Congfang waved her sleeves, and the entrance of the dry well was instantly moved several feet, revealing an underground passage of about a long and wide abbot.

"With the aura of the formation, is Chen Ping locked up inside?"

As they climbed down the stairs, the two quietly followed Wan Congfang to the lowest level of prison.

After about two or three hundred steps, they finally arrived at the bottom of the iron door.

"Along the way, there are at least twenty or thirty prison cells on both sides. Could it be that the people inside are all unlucky guys caught by Wan Congfang?"

Thinking of this, the young master was afraid that he would be thrown into the woman's ghost even if he was not good.

Fortunately, Wan Congfang did not have the extraordinary mind reading technique as Yao Mengxun. As her finger-light came out, the shackles formed by runes on the iron door disappeared silently, and the door creaked and opened.

Looking around, Qingyun estimated that the cell was about seven or eight feet in size, and the single room for the prisoner was still very spacious.

From a distance, I saw a tall and thin monk hanging in the void with his hands and feet in the rune shackles. Apart from that, the entire room was empty.

Apart from the flashing light of the runes that tied his limbs, it can be described as dark and very depressed and fearful.

Looking closely, the prisoner's clothes were intact and he seemed to have not suffered any punishment, but his breath was weak and he looked half dead.

“Huh?”

"Um?"

Two different voices, one with the same question, Qingyun and Hebai looked at each other, and both read the same answers from each other's eyes, and they were not even close.

"Hmph, a nest of snakes and rats."

Wan Congfang pulled the corner of her mouth, then snorted coldly, as if she was deliberately asking:

"Hmph, he hid very well at that time, and He Bai never noticed it. Now he knows why I let you come?"

"Well, thank you Fang...Senior Sword Ghost."

"Don't you change your words or what? Believe it or not, I cut your tongue?"

It seemed intimidating, but Wan Congfang's tone did not blame much. At this time, Qingyun hugged her fists, and then walked towards Chen Ping on her own. After getting Wan Congfang's acquiesce, Hebai also quickly followed.

"It's him."

The young master said in a deep voice.

It was still the sinister and fierce bad guy's face, but now Chen Ping was hanging his head and his breath was extremely weak, as if he had entered a state of fake death, and he had no idea of ​​the two of them getting closer.

Qingyun was a little curious because he guessed that according to Wan Congfang's current extreme personality, he would have to be tortured to the point of being unhealthy. However, Chen Ping did not have too many scars on his body.
To be continued...