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One thousand eight hundred and twenty-three, potential crisis

"Brother, do you know where that monk is now?" Zhan Yihan looked at Su Yanyue and asked. They could not sit still and wait for death. Before the monk causes trouble for them, they must take precautions.

"In Lingyue City, we should be here soon." Su Yanyue said. He was always paying attention to the movements of the cultivator, for fear that he would suddenly come to Fengtian Sect and catch them off guard.

"Yes." Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan nodded and began to plan in their minds. Regardless of whether the cultivator would come to their Fengtian Sect, they must be fully prepared.

At this time, in the most famous restaurant in Lingyue City, a middle-aged man with a flesh-faced face was sitting by the window drinking. The whole hall was empty, and he was the only one.

The powerful power he exuded made other monks stay away from him. Many monks already knew that he had destroyed more than a dozen sects, so they were even more afraid of him.

"Two more pots of wine." The middle-aged man shouted loudly. He offended a big man in the Liantian Realm, so he escaped to the Hengtian Realm. Now his injuries have almost recovered, and to recover all of them, you need the fairy vein or the ninth-level immortal elixir of Tianxiang Jade Water Pill.

The reason why he destroyed those sects was because those sects were overestimating their abilities and refused to give them to them even though they had fairy veins. How could he not get angry? The consequences of his anger were naturally very serious.

This time he came to Lingyue City, and heard that there were many good things in the auction hall in Lingyue City, so he planned to go to the auction hall after eating and drinking. As for whether to sweep the auction hall, it depends on whether the people in the auction hall are cognizable. His temper is very bad.

"Come... Come... Come..." The guy ran upstairs, walked up tremblingly, and placed the three pots of wine in the tray on the table, "Customer... Please use it slowly..." Now no one in Hengtian Realm doesn't know how powerful this monk is. He just wants the other party to leave their restaurant as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if the business affects it, but he is afraid that the other party will destroy their restaurant if he is unhappy.

"Wait a minute." The guy was about to leave, but the middle-aged man called him.

The guy shook his body, stopped quickly, turned around and pulled out a smile that was even worse than crying, "Call... What are the instructions for the guest..."

The middle-aged man drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp, and looked at the guy with cold eyes, "Tell me about the ranking of Hengtian Realm Sects. If you agree, you will get rewards, but you will not say it..." He smiled coldly, and his meaning was very obvious.

The guy was so scared that he trembled all over, but he didn't dare to go against the other party's wishes. He said in a trembling voice: "The first one is Fengtian Sect... Next is Yushui Sect... They are the same sect leader... The third one is Luoxia Sect... The fourth one is Mahayana Sword Sect..." Although he is a guy, he has been lying in restaurants all year round, so he naturally has more than other cultivators.

"Fengtian Sect? Yushui Sect?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows with interest. He had not inquired about which sects there were in Hengtian Realm. He had just passed by where he knew there were sects there and went to visit him. Because his cultivation was strong, no one dared to approach him and tell him about the situation in Hengtian Realm. He was just on a whim today and wanted to know about it.

"Yes..." The guy nodded quickly. He just wanted to leave quickly now. He was really afraid that the other party would suddenly attack him.
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