Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

Soon after, Huang Zhongting returned without success.

"Ding'er has been tolerant for two more days. The owner of Baiyun Zhuang has closed down and is inconvenienced." Huang Zhongting said helplessly.

He had already instructed the second housekeeper, if the owner of Baiyun Zhuang came out, he must inform him to go.

Time passed quickly.

In the secret room, the cold, icy, and cold, and Xia Qingchen's strengthened body are unbearable.

In front of him, ten Xuanbing boxes were lined up in a row, and a drop of blood of the demon **** was sealed in the lattice.

After two days, he spent a lot of divinity, and only forced out ten drops of demon **** blood.

However, for Xia Qingchen, it is enough.

He took one of the boxes and put them into a space ninja, and the remaining nine boxes were put into a space ninja alone.

At the beginning, a drop of blood of the Demon God created the blood pool of the Cold Realm Palace. The blood of the God diluted a hundred times is still the holy water of supreme cultivation.

There are nine drops of the most pure blood of the demon **** at present, and the power contained can be imagined.

Make good use of it, it will unleash unprecedented power.

As for the last drop, Xia Qingchen was left alone in his hand, in order to create a ninja extinguisher, just in case.

However, the materials selected in the Wangyue Building were delayed due to Huang Wending's blending, and the location is unknown.

"It's almost time to prepare for the conference." Xia Qingchen murmured.

Starting last night, he heard the noise from time to time outside the manor, it should be that all parties are preparing for today's joint discussion.

Opening the stone gate, the second housekeeper was waiting for orders outside.

"Master Zhuang, Master Huang has been here several times in two days, and now is waiting for you outside the door." The second housekeeper said.

Xia Qingchen was surprised, why did he come again?

However, it happened that Xia Qingchen had something to do with the Huang family owner.

Came outside the manor, Huang Zhongting closed his eyes and stood under the tree, the figure was quiet, not arrogant and impatient, although Huang Wending's condition was already tens of thousands.

"Master Huang." Xia Qingchen looked at him.

Huang Zhongting opened his eyes and stepped forward quickly, respectfully giving the gift: "Disturb the seniors, the juniors can't take it easy."

"Please say something."

Huang Zhongting felt ashamed: "The grandchildren of the juniors suffered an inexplicable mental attack, and now the situation is not good. I urge the seniors to help."

His grandson should be Huang Wending?

Knowing that it was to save him, Xia Qingchen was disgusted, and said lightly: "I don't want to save people in plain."

If it was someone else, he saved it, but Huang Wending was not someone else.

"What the seniors want, the juniors put their hands on them." Huang Zhongting sincerely said that he had never thought about it, so that Xia Qingchen would save people in vain.

Xia Qingchen calmly said: "First, all the things your grandchildren bought in Wangyuelou will be given to me."

"Second, help me do two things."

Huang Zhongting was a little surprised. How did Master Baiyun know that Huang Wending was forced to buy Mochizuki Tower and cherish a lot of materials?

However, these are all things outside the body, compared with the grandchildren's life, less than mention.

"No problem, it's just two things. Can seniors speak for themselves?" Huang Zhongting said briskly.

Xia Qingchen took out the space nirvana containing nine drops of magic blood: "Send the one you can trust to the Xiahou Mansion in the middle of the mainland."

There are also letterheads entrusted in the nirvana. I believe Yan Yu knows what to do after seeing it.

"Good to say, another thing?"

Xia Qingchen whispered: "Another thing, I need you to help me plead with the tomb-keeper and pardon a person from the Rizhao execution ground."

Huang Zhongting's face was a little embarrassed.

After pondering for a while, I said: "I can only persuade the eighth and seventh tombkeepers. Although the other tombkeepers know, they may not sell me face."

He also knows that pardoning a heavy criminal requires the consent of more than five gravekeepers.

"The two are enough, and I'll find a way for myself." Xia Qingchen said: "It's not too late, let's go."

Huang Atrium led the way to the outer manor.

At this time, in the manor.

Huang Conglong's companionship was beside his son.

Compared to two days ago, Huang Wending's body has been healed, but his spirit is weak.

He sat on the stone bench in the courtyard haggardly, holding his head in a haggard expression.

"Grandpa has not yet invited Master Baiyun?" Huang Wending asked weakly.

In the past two days, the tingling in his head has become more and more serious.

From the initial occasional tingling, to the moment when Yixiang incense has severe pain, the number of attacks has become more and more frequent.

He was tortured so that his spirit was about to collapse, especially when he had an attack, he was about to die against the wall and get rid of one after another.

"Wait patiently, Master Baiyun is a person your grandfather should respect, so it is difficult to move him." Huang Conglong patted the other person's shoulder with care.

Huang Wending clutched his head and patted the table irritably: "What is respectful and disrespectful, obviously not attentive, otherwise, in his position, wouldn't you please come to a small owner?"

"That old thing doesn't really care about me at all!"

Being self-centered, he didn't know how to be grateful at all, only to ask for it.

Huang Zhongting, with his age and lofty identity, went to Baiyunzhuang three times and five times to invite Xia Qingchen out of the mountain, how much face he had to spare, and how much concern and sincerity he paid.

In Huang Wending's mind, these are worthless.

"Hush! Don't say that to your grandpa." Huang Conglong said with reproach.

Huang Wending patted the table and shouted: "It was originally! That old thing only cares about himself. He has been retreating, he is about to die, and he is occupying the resources of the family."

"If these resources are given to me, it will be a master of the world!"

He vented his long-term dissatisfaction.

Because of the need to slow down Huang Zhongting’s retreat, many of Huang’s resources are used in Huang’s atrium, resulting in strained resources within the family.

But no matter how nervous, Huang Zhongting never treated his grandson badly, and he should be given the same amount.

Huang Conglong looked around and whispered: "Stop it! Your grandfather is almost overwhelmed. By then, your grandchildren, you will still be fighting."

"The throne of the future head of the family will still fall into the hands of our father and son. You must not leave a bad impression on him at this moment."

It turned out that they had been thinking about the days when Huang Zhongting sat down, so as to conquer the position of the tribe.

"Well, for our future, I will bear." Huang Wending insisted on clenching his teeth.

Grandpa has always disliked their father and son, but who makes his grandchildren the only one with the best talent?

Even if you don't like it, you will have to hold your nose to pass on the position of the head of the family to your father, and finally to him.

Now, while the old thing is still alive, try not to make him unhappy.

As he was saying, the voice of the servant's hurriedness came from afar: "The two adults, the owner brought the owner Baiyun."

After hearing this, the two were overjoyed.

Huang Wending was overjoyed and finally saved!

"Ding'er, remember what I just said, and remember not to disappoint your grandfather." Huang Conglong urged.

Huang Wending cheered up and nodded deeply: "Come on my father, I am a person who wants to become a big event. How can I not be forgiving?"

In this way, Huang Conglong let go of his heart and shook his sleeve robe, looking forward to looking forward: "Let's welcome the Master Baiyun Zhuang together!"

The two went back and forth toward the gate and took the initiative to greet the legendary Baiyun Zhuangzhu. (It's 9:3 tomorrow)