The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Some of the people behind the scenes of the Chamber of Commerce were even more happy to see it happen, and later they invested a lot of resources to help Xiaoyao Tower. For them, who had already regarded Xiaoyao Tower as their own, the better Xiaoyao Tower developed, the happier they were.

For a while, the entire Xiaoyao Tower was working together as never before, and everyone was proactive, trying to implement the expansion of Xiaoyao Tower before the owner of the building changed his mind.

The enthusiasm was comparable to those workaholics who wanted to work overtime without salary before Yan Weilou traveled through time.

...Let these people go.

Watching these people stumble away as if they were running for their lives, as if there were ghosts chasing them behind them, Yan Weilou shook his head secretly, thinking that these subordinates were too timid and simply lost his face.

... Originally, according to his temper as the "big devil Yan Wusheng", he should have killed all these trash.

But on second thought, since he is now the "gentle and kind owner of Xiaoyao Tower", he might as well spare their lives.

At least he can make use of the trash:).

Otherwise, if everyone was killed at once, the operation of Xiaoyao Tower would be delayed in a short period of time.

After convincing himself, Yan Weilou made a note to replenish the manpower as soon as possible, and then he pushed the door open and left.

The time projection incarnation technique consumes light blocking power a hundred times, and every day of delay consumes a hundred days.

The light blocking power stored in the "Sundial" was extracted from the two assassins not long ago, and just now it was replenished from the group of idiots.

It is better to save it for safety.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of Xiaoyao Tower, a series of rapid wind sounds suddenly rang in his ears.

In the corner of his eye, the light of the golden sword flashed in the night, and a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Master Yan, be careful!" Chapter 9 People in the World (1) The night was deep, and a line of sword light was like thunder and lightning.

Xiaoyao Tower stood silently in the night, and thousands of lights were connected into one.

In the mid-air illuminated by lights, two figures, one chasing and the other fleeing, flew by.

The one running in front was a figure wrapped in a gray robe, with his sleeves fluttering and revealing his old and shrunken body.

Black air filled the air wherever he passed, and countless insect corpses covered the ground.

The young man chasing behind was wearing a fluttering brocade robe, with his black hair fluttering in the wind. His handsome face was serious, and his whole body was filled with sword energy, carrying an endless sharp meaning.

His body moved with the sword, and the whole person was like a magic sword unsheathed.

It was Lu Yiyu, a true disciple of Canghai Sword Sect who had met Yan Weilou once.

He could fly in the air without relying on external objects, which was clearly a sign of the insight realm.

At his age, he could have such a cultivation level, which should be considered a leader in Canghai Sword Sect.

Bang bang bang bang bang! The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, fought from time to time. The sharp sword energy stirred the clouds, and the black mist scattered. The strong momentum collided, the wind whistled, and waves rose on the lake. Streams of water rushed up into the sky, the aroma of wine was everywhere, and countless boats capsized in the wind and waves, accompanied by panicked screams.

It seemed that the injury was too serious. When the gray-robed man in front of him attacked, his body stagnated slightly. Taking this opportunity, Lu Yiyu decisively attacked.

A long sword chant sounded, and the golden sword inlaid with gold and jade suddenly burst out with amazing sharpness.

The air suddenly became golden.

Wherever the golden sword light passed, the night seemed to be split in half.

It was like the sea was flowing and the mountains were covered.

In the air, the gray-robed man could not dodge in time and screamed. A bloody arm was cut off directly, and his body fell down like a kite with a broken line, and dark blood rushed out.

The sword light was still sharp, and after piercing the gray-robed man's body, it slashed straight into the lake, instantly raising several feet of water waves, forming a thick water wall, blocking Lu Yiyu for a moment.

When he passed through the water wall, he saw a familiar figure just walking out of the gate of Xiaoyao Tower, and ran into the direction where the gray-robed man ran away.

Lu Yiyu's expression suddenly changed, and he flew away.

"Master Yan, be careful!" Without his warning, Yan Weilou had noticed the change in the surrounding atmosphere as soon as he stepped out.

After all, he had a lot of experience in pursuit and counter-pursuit, and he could detect something wrong just by intuition.

His expression did not change, and he raised his eyes lightly.

He saw a gray shadow falling from the sky in the distance, and the sleeves of the robe fluttered like a huge gray bat, rushing towards where he was, and in the blink of an eye, it came to him.

In a flash, Yan Weilou raised his palm slightly, ready to attack.

Just at this moment, the gray-robed man swooped down, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, it's just your bad luck!" Yan Weilou's pupils suddenly shrank.

... Even if many memories are blurred, he will never forget this voice.

A touch of excitement flashed in his pupils, Yan Weilou forced the upward arc of his lips down, his palm dropped again, his body returned to a natural and relaxed posture, and he raised his head only after hearing the voice.

He seemed to be suddenly frightened and stunned, and a short syllable came out of his throat: "Hmm?" The series of performances were completed in an instant. In the eyes of the gray-robed man, this nobleman who looked weak at first glance was obviously scared silly by him.

He laughed grimly, and the wide gray robe covered his head and face. The only remaining old and skinny palm stretched out from the robe and grabbed the unlucky guy in front of him.

Like every ordinary person who was suddenly attacked, Yan Weilou's eyes suddenly widened, and he tried to remain calm on his face, but he revealed an unconcealable panic.

"W-Who are you? Do you know who I am?" - He silently complained about this terrible line in his heart.

It's a pity that the incident happened suddenly and I had an impromptu idea, so I couldn't think of every word and slowly perfected it.

"It doesn't matter who you are, don't ask so many questions!" The man in gray robe grabbed him and staggered up again. He was holding a big living person in his hand, but it was as if he was carrying a little chicken. easy.

"Don't even think about escaping!" A sword light came suddenly, and if the old man in gray robe had not dodged in time, he would have been stabbed in the head.

But at this moment, Lu Yiyu's figure fell down with the sword light and stood directly in front of the two of them.

"Damn it!" The old man grunted, stopped, grabbed Yan Weilou with one hand, and sneered, "You kid named Lu, keep chasing me! Let's see whether your sword is sharper or my hand is stronger. Hurry!" Yan Weilou was held hostage by him quietly, without making any noise or shouting. A pair of black and white eyes curiously looked at Lu Yiyu in mid-air, thinking about the sword technique he had just used.

It seems that we can strive for the "Most Peaceful Hostage Award"-if such an award exists.

Lu Yiyu stood steadily in mid-air, the original smile no longer on his face. The long sword in his hand was pointed directly at the gray-robed old man. The gold sword inlaid with gold and jade, which looked extremely fancy, burst out with threatening murderous intent.

"Let them go!" As he uttered these words word by word, the air around him seemed to freeze.

The cold sword energy stirred in his eyes and swirled around his body, like a rushing river and a vast ocean.

Under the pressure of the momentum, the old man in gray robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back a step, but his hands were as skinny as chicken feet, but he still firmly grasped Yan Weilou.

He smiled proudly and glanced between the two of them: "You are so nervous. It seems that this guy is an acquaintance of yours. Did I catch a big fish?" "No, I just met this young hero by chance.

Before Lu Yiyu could speak, Yan Weilou immediately denied it, "We never even called each other by name."

"...So don't waste any more time, it's better to take him away quickly:)