Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Qian Baiyun knew very well that it was definitely not a wise move to be an enemy of a behemoth like Huang Quan Bulao Mountain, so he decided to compromise. Since no one could afford to offend him, he would just follow the rules.

"Of course!" Although Yang Meng's voice was low, it revealed unquestionable firmness. "I, Yang Meng, always say what I say, and it's hard to chase after it." His words contained the majesty and confidence of a mountain master, It seems that every word is as important as a thousand pieces.

When Qian Baiyun heard this, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He gently raised his hand and motioned for Yang Meng to take a seat. This action not only seemed polite and thoughtful, but also revealed an indescribable calmness and magnanimity.

Yang Meng nodded slightly, and finally slowly sat down opposite Qian Baiyun. Their eyes met in the air, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

Qian Baiyun took out a small piece of memory metal from his sleeve. The surface of the metal glowed with a faint blue light, making it appear mysterious and full of technology.

He gently pushed the memory metal in front of Yang Meng, and said in a gentle but serious tone: "Here are all the information about Ling Xiao. Master Yang, believe me, if you understand this information, you will It will definitely help you.”

Yang Meng stared at the piece of memory metal, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He wanted to refuse directly, but then he thought about it. Since Qian Baiyun was so serious about his matter, maybe there was some key information in this document that he had not expected. So, he slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips lightly touched the cold memory metal.

With a subtle energy fluctuation, the information in the memory metal flooded into Yang Meng's mind.

He closed his eyes, his brows gradually furrowed, and his expression became unsightly. After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes flashing with uncertainty. Obviously, the information in the memory metal far exceeded his expectations, forcing him to re-examine the young man named Ling Xiao.

"This..." Yang Meng finally spoke, with a hint of shock and contemplation in his voice, "It seems that I have indeed underestimated this Ling Xiao." There was a re-evaluation of Ling Xiao's strength in his words. , and also reflected on his previous judgment.

Qian Baiyun, on the other hand, was quietly observing Yang Meng's reaction, with an imperceptible meaning flashing in his eyes.

Qian Baiyun gently picked up the spiritual tea in front of him. The tea was crystal clear and exuded a faint fragrance, as if it could wash away the dust in people's hearts.

He took a slight sip, closed his eyes and savored it carefully, his face filled with an indescribable contentment and tranquility. Then, he slowly put down the tea cup and looked out the window with deep eyes, as if he had penetrated the many pavilions and saw the distant northern border.

"This man came from the turbulent land of Northern Xinjiang. His journey has been full of wind and rain, but there has also been constant turmoil."

Qian Baiyun's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to have been carefully crafted. "Wherever he went, challenges and crises followed him. However, what is surprising is that those opponents who once tried to block his steps were often at the most critical moment. At that moment, it inexplicably disappeared without a trace, as if it was swallowed up by the night. "

Speaking of this, Qian Baiyun frowned slightly, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "What is even more shocking is that even the famous leader of the Holy Church in Northern Xinjiang was not spared. It is said that he was also killed because of He fell. The twists and turns in this are enough to make the world look at him. "

After a pause, Qian Baiyun changed the subject and continued: "As for the Ji family and the Jiang family, these two families have a pivotal position in Northern Xinjiang and even the entire continent. Their rich heritage is by no means ordinary. comparable.

However, even such a powerful being could not escape his influence. Although with his personal power, trying to destroy these two families is nothing more than a dream, even with the mysterious treasures on his body, it seems to be beyond his capabilities.

But the facts are before us. The decline of the Ji family and the Jiang family is inextricably linked to him. Behind this, there are obviously more powerful forces secretly helping to pave the way for him. "

Having said this, Qian Baiyun finally turned his attention to Yang Meng, his eyes full of complexity and profound meaning, "Master Yangshan, what I said is not groundless, but is a fact that has been verified by many parties. As for what I am saying What I want to say is actually very obvious. Although we, Sitong Trading Company, are not involved in feuds, we are not willing to be innocently involved in this storm. "

Yang Meng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he looked directly at Qian Baiyun. There was an unquestionable determination and directness in his eyes. "Qian Xingshou, you and I have known each other for many years and know each other's personalities well." There was a certain determination in his words that could not be rejected. "If you have any suggestions, you might as well say it bluntly. I, Yang Meng, am not someone who likes to beat around the bush."

When Qian Baiyun heard this, he sighed softly, and the sigh seemed to contain endless worry and helplessness.

"Master Yangshan, the mystery of this person's identity is beyond our imagination. The forces involved behind him are like giant beasts in the mist, making it difficult to grasp the full picture." His words were full of unknown power. Awe and vigilance, "Because of this, if we want to take action against him, we must step by step and be careful to avoid falling into the trap set by others."

He paused and looked out the window deeply, as if he had penetrated the many buildings and saw something further away.

"Furthermore, if you think about it carefully, since this person has openly claimed that he is pregnant with the treasure, why has there been no movement in the Holy Church and the Fu Zun's Mansion? And the Empress' Palace, which has always been eyeing the treasure, is also extremely quiet and has no trace. Sound. Doesn’t all this seem too abnormal, even a little weird? "

Qian Baiyun's words revealed an unspeakable worry. His words were like a sharp dagger, gently cutting through the calm on the surface, revealing the truth of the undercurrent surging below.

"Master Yangshan, we have to be vigilant. There may be a bigger conspiracy and calculation hidden behind this. Before taking action, we must be fully prepared to avoid being involved and unable to extricate ourselves."

"So?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Meng's mouth, and there was both disdain and determination in that smile.

"I, Yang Meng, as the mountain master of Huangquan Bulao Mountain, naturally understand the deep meaning of Qian Xing's first words. But that boy, he dared to kill many brave warriors of our Huangquan Bulao Mountain. How can I easily bear this blood debt?" Let it go? If I, as the mountain master, are indifferent to this, how will I gain a foothold in the world in the future, and how will I face the spirits of those departed brothers? "

There was an uncontrollable anger in his words, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames, and he looked directly at Qian Baiyun without flinching.

"Even if it arouses the wrath of the unknown forces behind him, or even dies because of it, I will admit it. But this humiliation, this unwillingness, I, Yang Meng, vow to take back with my own hands. I can't swallow this breath no matter what! "