Chapter 679 Forgetting the song, your master is dead
Chapter 679 Wangge, your master is dead
Author: It’s easy to get cold in summer
Chapter 679 Wangge, your master is dead
Huali Dian couldn't refute it at all. The fact that Sikong Jing and Gong Yangying were tied was the best ironclad evidence.
And no matter how selfish Ren Dongmeng is, she would never dare to say such things.
After leaving the door of the conference room, Huali Dian stared at Ren Dongmeng in front of him and said: "Deacon Ren, I know you have prejudices against Sikong Jing, but you are violating the rules of the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce."
Huali Dian really doesn't want to see tragedy happen between Sikong Jing and Wang Ge.
However, Ren Dongmeng looked at him with a smile and said strangely: "Deacon Hua, you can't talk nonsense. I act in full accordance with the rules of the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce. Do I know that Sikong Jing and Gong Yangying can fight to a draw?
Won’t you report it?”
There was an air of deliberate innocence in her laughter.
Suddenly, Huali Dian had nothing to say, but within the rules, it was to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"By the way, Deacon Hua, Wangge is also a genius in the area you are responsible for. Congratulations."
"Two martial arts geniuses have entered the top thirty in a row, and they are still close together. I am so envious. Even Gong Yangying, who is in charge of the area I am responsible for, has been overtaken by these two. I am so disappointed."
"Ha, hahahaha..."
With a burst of laughter, Ren Dongmeng left.
Anyway, both Sikong Jing and Wang Ge are almost dead.
Of course she won't violate the rules of the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce, but she can kill people and slap Huali Dian in the face, which is so damn cool.
Staring at Ren Dongmeng's leaving figure, Huali Dian's whole body was shaking.
"Since Mo Ci's death, Wangge has been taken away by his elder and disappeared. I don't know where he is now."
"She probably won't see the new Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants List."
"But Sikong Jing can hide for a while, but he can't hide for a lifetime. What method will he use to save Wang Ge?"
Regarding this issue, Huali Dian couldn't think of anything for the time being.
But he knew that Sikong Jing might have some solution, otherwise he would not kill Mo Ci by force.
The ranking has been finalized and cannot be changed. Huali Dian could only leave Zhanwu City in despair.
…
Somewhere in the northern mountains, a clear and cold female voice suddenly sounded: "Great Elder, why did you suddenly take me into the northern mountains? Isn't my next goal to go to the Holy Dragon Academy?"
In the northern part of Dongyuan, the mountains in the north stretch endlessly, and are much more vast than the Minglong Mountains.
It extends to almost every corner of Dongyuan Northland.
At this moment, the speaker was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but there was an eternal ice on her face, as if no one could touch her heart.
She is none other than Wangge, the young master of Wangyou Sect, and Sikong Ling.
Ten days ago, she was on her way to challenge the Holy Dragon Academy, but she was picked up by the Great Elder on the way. Until now, Sikong Ling still doesn't understand what happened, and has been practicing quietly in the mountains of the north.
And she has never met anyone. Even if she meets someone, the great elder will lead her to avoid them.
But Si Kong Ling didn't want to continue walking in the mountains in such a boring way. She needed to use battle after battle to numb herself. She was really afraid of silence, so she had to ask why today.
The great elder's expression was frozen, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The reason why he suddenly brought Wang Ge into the northern mountains was, of course, that the sect leader died at the hands of Sikong Jing.
And Sikong Jing is Wang Ge's brother, so she must not let her know about this.
Looking at Sikong Ling's eyes that must get the answer, the great elder replied in a low voice: "I received a temporary notice from the sect master, saying that you should concentrate on practicing in the mountains, and that you should train with monsters all the way along the mountains and return to the sect.
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Now, the Great Elder can only make excuses like this.
Sikong Ling was still confused in her eyes and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but suddenly... roar!
There was the roar of a terrifying monster that sounded from a distance.
The two subconsciously looked up... and then they saw a huge blood-red demonic dragon speeding past the sky.
The great elder's pupils narrowed and he said coldly: "The elders of the Holy Dragon Academy practice the bone-deep blood refining to chase the dragon, and they are in the soul-defying realm."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Refining Chasing Dragon, which was flying past at high speed, suddenly stopped.
Then, one turned back to the sky above the two of them.
A middle-aged man with a cold face stood above Xue Lian Zhui Long. Behind him were more than a dozen people dressed in Shenglong Academy costumes. Their eyes fell on Si Kong Ling one by one, revealing a strange expression.
look.
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man slowly spoke: "The great elder of the Wangyou Sect, Mo Sang, the young master of the Wangyou Sect... Wangge!"
When the words "Forgetting Song" sounded, a crazy murderous intention arose.
The middle-aged man's name was Lian Kegu, and he was Lian Zhuiyu's father. He had been out on business before, so it was only in the past two days when he received the news of Lian Zhuiyu's death. After receiving the news, he went crazy to kill the fighting spirit.
Holy Dragon Palace.
Now on the way to the Holy Dragon Palace of Fighting Spirits, I happened to see the two of them.
As for the close relationship between Wangge and Sikong Jing, of course his information was clear. When he saw Sikong Ling, he was naturally filled with hatred and wanted to kill this woman right away.
Therefore, he continued to speak coldly: "You actually still have the leisure to play in the mountains of the north, Wang Ge, your master Mo Ci has been killed, don't you know?"
As soon as these words came out, Si Kong Ling, who was originally calm, opened her eyes wide and asked coldly: "What did you say? My master is dead?"
At this moment, Sikong Ling couldn't believe it.
"Yes, your master is dead, and he died in your..."
Just when Lian Kegu was about to say the three words "Sikong Jing", the great elder quickly shouted: "Elder Lian, I, the Wangyou Sect, still owe you a favor. If you can help me, the Wangyou Sect, we will owe you a favor."
Your second favor."
Wangge must not be allowed to hear the words Sikong Jing. Now in the entire Wangyou Sect, only Wangge can practice the Taishang Wangqing Art.
Wang Ge, absolutely cannot die!
Lian Kegu's expression solidified slightly, and the Great Elder quickly said: "Elder Lian, our goals are the same, and our enemies are also the same. You should be very clear. Please help me Wangyou Sect."
Their common enemy is Sikong Jing, and they all want to kill Sikong Jing.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Lian Kegu suddenly burst into laughter, and then said coldly: "Okay, but please remember that you owe me two favors."
After saying that, Lian Kegu rode on the Blood Lian Chasing Dragon without any further nonsense, turned around and left.
I got two favors from the Wangyou Sect in vain, and I was very satisfied...
Although Wangge has a close relationship with Sikong Jing, there is no need for him to offend the Wangyou Sect, as long as he kills Sikong Jing.
As for the so-called favor, of course it was the Great Elder's reward for preventing him from saying the word "Sikong Jing".
In the mountain, the great elder gritted his teeth and she almost died of fright.
At this moment, Sikong Ling's confused voice came from behind and asked: "Great Elder, is my master really dead?"
The great elder's whole body was shaken violently, and then he felt a deep hatred for Lian.
In the end, she could only nod heavily and replied with a sigh: "Oh, I still can't hide it from you. I didn't want to tell you now. I wanted you to concentrate on practicing during this time."
Sikong Ling was still confused and asked blankly: "Who killed my master?"