Master of Beasts

"Mr. Xiao, please don't make it difficult for us. After all, Fan He is from Qianyaofang. Handing him over like this will chill the hearts of many people."

In the VIP room behind Qianyao Auction House, Tang Qian looked at Xiao Lie who was sitting there with an indifferent expression, a wry smile could not help but escape from the corner of her lips.

"Then tell Muli that I killed Fan He, and see if he dares to protect him."

After a moment of silence, Xiao Lie's icy voice came out slowly.

Xiao Lie's voice echoed, Tang Qian's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and she lost her mind for a moment.

Muli is the owner of Qianyaofang, even in the center of the empire, he is also a prominent powerhouse, and this name, uttered from the mouth of the spirit master of a remote town, is like a dream.

"You, know Mu Fangzhu?" Tang Qian asked cautiously.

"Didn't Mu Li tell you that when you come to Guyang City, you must first establish a good relationship with the Xiao family?" Xiao Lie raised his head and looked at Tang Qian with a half-smile.

Pursing her red lips, Tang Qian smiled wryly, no wonder Mu Li told her earlier that she should take care of the Xiao family, now it seems that he and Xiao Lie should be old acquaintances.

"Okay, I'm just here to say hello, and I'm doing that guy Muli a face."

After Xiao Lie finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the door, his eyes full of murderous intent were cast on Chijin Shop.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded from the night, it was extremely loud.

"It's the Chijin Shop." Tang Qian's pretty face changed slightly.

A moment later, Tang Qian and Xiao Lie appeared in the attic of the Chijin Shop, staring at a speck of golden powder on the floor.

"It's the impurities produced by the shattering of the wind attribute spiritual gate." Xiao Lie squatted down, rubbed the golden powder with his fingers, his face was indescribably strange.

"You mean, Fan He is dead?" Tang Qian covered her slightly open mouth with her slender hands, with an incredulous expression on her face.

This is a strong spirit master, and he was killed quietly in his own territory.

Standing up, Xiao Lie put his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly swept across the room, and suddenly, he stopped on the teacup on the table.

"It's warm."

Touching it lightly with her slender hand, Tang Qian's beautiful eyes flickered: "Counting the broken teacup, that is to say, there were two people in this room just now."

"Fan He is dead, so what about the remaining person?" Tang Qian's head grew dizzy for a while, and the corner of her eyes glanced at Xiao Lie from time to time.

"Don't look at me. If I want to kill him, I don't need to be sneaky." Xiao Lie sneered. He knew that Tang Qian was suspecting him. There is no need to be so troublesome to kill the killer.

Thus, Fan He's death became a case of unjust injustice, although in Xiao Lie's view, this guy deserved his death.

At five o'clock, all the confused people in the Chijin shop were cleared out by the people from Qianyaofang, and the entire Chijin shop was completely blocked, and no one could enter.

Lowering his figure in the courtyard, Yu Bingdie swayed slightly, flapping his wings upright, Henry Zhang behind him slid down.

"Hey, exciting."

Henry Zhang returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, took off his shoes, jumped directly on the bed, and rubbed Chi Yan's head roughly: "It's a pity that you didn't go to see it, that's a strong spirit master. It turned to ashes in an instant."

Raising sleepy eyes, Chi Yan looked at Henry Zhang with an excited face, swiped the fox paw, and knocked down the latter's palm, closed his eyelids disinterestedly, and immediately fell asleep again.

"Isn't he just a spirit master? As for being so excited." Master Mo shook his head and smiled lightly, and immediately began to flip through the torn book in his hand, as if he would never finish reading it, and there was a rushing sound.

"I don't care about you."

Henry Zhang was lying on the bed, holding the back of his head with his hands, and a trace of firmness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

I thought the spirit master was already strong enough,

But in the hands of Master Mo, there is no chance to resist. It seems that even a strong spirit master is not enough on this continent.

"I still have to get stronger."

Henry Zhang muttered to himself, and before he knew it, he had already fallen asleep.

When Henry Zhang woke up, the sky was already bright, and the warm sunlight fell down and shone on his face.

"Do you need to tell your father?"

Glancing at Henry Zhang who was packing up, Master Mo said softly.

Putting the last item in the Kongjie Stone, Henry Zhang washed his face, shook his head and said: "Leaving a note is enough, even if my father agrees, the second elder will definitely not agree."

It is impossible for him to tell others the secret of Master Mo. With the character of the Second Elder, he will definitely not let him go out to practice alone. At that time, it will be a lot of trouble.

"Huh, I'm finally leaving."

Henry Zhang touched Chi Yan's small head, as if to cheer himself up: "I don't know how far I can grow when I come back, I'm really looking forward to it."

Smiling lightly, Henry Zhang left a note on the table, walked out of the gate of Xiao's house as usual, and greeted Xiao Yi and others who were stationed there with a smile.

Mixed in the crowd, Henry Zhang's face covered by the black robe did not attract anyone's attention.

Three hours later, Henry Zhang walked on an unfamiliar road. Here, there are no four major families, and there is no Qianyao Auction House. All familiar things no longer exist.

"drop!"

Suddenly, the sound transmission conch on Henry Zhang's waist flashed a red light.

"Yang'er, two years later, it will be the day when the Ancient Yang City Spirit Fighting Association will start, remember to come back."

Xiao Lie's familiar voice made Henry Zhang's nose tingle, he raised his palm slightly, and seemingly indifferently threw the sound transmission conch into the sky boundary stone, and his youthful figure sank into the end of the road.