Martial arts long journey

Chapter 223
Hearing Yin Jiuming's angry voice in his ears, the faces of the two Zhoutian Realm warriors, one tall and one short, immediately showed a strong look of anger, which was not the slightest bit at all.

However, those two Zhoutian Realm warriors who didn't know the specific situation still forcibly endured their anger that was about to erupt.

"Jiu Ming, it's not that senior doesn't believe you. You also know our current situation. How could I, senior, let you bring outsiders to see Elder Ninth?"

The tall and thin Zhoutian Realm martial artist forced a smile on his face, and patiently said to Yin Jiuming, "You have to be considerate of senior brother's difficulties!"

Hearing the warrior's voice, Yin Jiuming nodded in understanding.

Then, he briefly introduced Zhou Yan's identity and origin: "Senior brother Jiuzhong, this envoy came from Yuanshi Daozong, and he made a special trip to visit Elder Nine."

As soon as the words in Yin Jiuming's mouth fell, the faces of Yin Jiuzhong and the short and fat warrior suddenly appeared thick with horror.

How could it be possible that the two of them had never heard of the name of the Yuanshi Dao Sect?

However, Yuanshi Daozong has always lived in seclusion on an isolated island in the East China Sea, and has never set foot in the land of Central China. The two of them really couldn't believe that they would meet a strong man from Yuanshi Daozong within the boundaries of Langya County. .

However, the two of them, who have worked with Yin Jiuming all the year round, are naturally very aware of Yin Jiuming's temperament, and Yin Jiuming is definitely not someone who speaks out lies.

Slowly suppressing the horrified expression in his heart, Yin Jiuzhong and the short and fat warrior looked at each other, and both saw the embarrassment that had not been concealed from the depths of each other's eyes.

Regardless of whether the young man next to Yin Jiuming on the opposite side was born in Yuanshi Daozong, this matter is not up to the two of them individually.

"Senior Brother Jiuming, this matter is no longer up to Senior Brother Jiuzhong and I. Please bring this distinguished guest to wait here for a while, and I will report to Elder Nine first."

The short and fat warrior slowly took a step forward, cupped his hands towards Yin Jiuming and Zhou Yan one by one, and said aloud.

"Then why don't you go quickly?!"

Yin Jiuming scolded with his eyes wide open.

Although the short and fat warrior felt a little unhappy, he didn't have the guts to show it directly. If the young man next to Yin Jiuming really came from Yuanshi Daozong, he would get into trouble with him. Big trouble.

"Please wait a moment for the distinguished guests and Senior Brother Jiu Ming, I will report to the Ninth Elder right away!"

The short and fat warrior squeezed a smile on his face and said with a forced smile.

Afterwards, he turned around, ready to dive into the depths of this lonely valley.

"Cough cough cough! Jiuming, bring your distinguished guests in!"

However, before the chunky warrior could take a step, a weak voice slowly came from the depths of the quiet valley.

"It's the voice of the Ninth Elder. Your Excellency, please move to the valley with Jiu Ming!"

Hearing that weak voice in his ears, Yin Jiuming was taken aback for a moment, then he bowed his hands to Zhou Yan, and quickly invited with a smile.

At the same time, Zhou Yan couldn't help feeling vigilant.

Even the Ninth Elder of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect was seriously injured by the head of the Department of Punishments, Murong Xu, but he was able to understand the current situation here. A strong man in the mysterious realm.

Although all kinds of complicated thoughts came to mind, the expression on Zhou Yan's face was still as calm as usual, and he said slowly with his lips parted and teeth: "Since the senior asked me, how can I ask you?" Is there any reason not to follow? Lead the way ahead!"

"My lord, this way please!"

Yin Jiuming stretched out his hand and invited him respectfully.

Afterwards, Yin Jiuming directly stripped away Yin Jiuzhong and the short and fat warrior standing in front of him, and walked ahead leading Zhou Yan into the quiet valley.

As for Yin Jiuzhong and the short and fat warrior, there was a wry smile on their faces. Fortunately, Yin Jiuming stopped the movement of the two of them just now, otherwise the two of them might get into big trouble.

Moving forward along the deep path in the valley, it didn't take long for Zhou Yan to follow Yin Jiuming to an open field in the middle of the valley.

There were more than a dozen pale-faced disciples of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect in black robes. Their martial arts cultivation bases ranged from the realm of fetal breath to the realm of stellar energy.

At this very moment, they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing kung fu to heal their injuries.

Although the martial arts cultivation of the ten or so disciples was not weak, Zhou Yan still didn't take them seriously.

Only a blood-clothed young man with a face as pale as paper, surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect, firmly attracted Zhou Yan's attention.

Relying on Zhou Yan's keen spiritual sense, he was able to clearly perceive that the blood-clothed youth's martial arts cultivation base was extremely stable.

The blood-clothed young man exuded a domineering aura that even Zhou Yan felt was unmatched for a while, but suddenly fell to a level that was much weaker than him.

Undoubtedly, the blood-clothed youth in Zhou Yan's eyes was the one from the Blood-devouring Demon Sect who was seriously injured by Murong Xu's martial arts.

"Your Excellency was born in Yuanshi Daozong?!"

As if feeling Zhou Yan's aura, the blood-clothed youth slowly raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, and asked feebly.

"Like the Tao but not the Tao, formless and formless, the holy flame burns the sky, only from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!"

Zhou Yan moved his hands slowly, formed a complicated lotus seal, held a junior ceremony, and said aloud to the blood-clothed youth: "Yuanshi Daozong Zhou Yan, I have met senior!"

Glancing at the complicated seals formed on Zhou Yan's hands, the blood-clothed youth couldn't help but nodded slowly when he heard the verse that had only existed in the records of ancient books.

Although these verses and seals were all reserved for the disciples of Yuanshi Daozong, the blood-clothed youth who was always cautious by nature did not have the identity to directly discuss it in detail.

"Ahem, ahem, I am unable to confirm your identity just by relying on a gatha and a seal!"

The blood-clothed youth deeply forgot Zhou Yan's glance, and spoke weakly.

At the same time, the blood-clothed young man's right hand suddenly moved, and a scarlet blood glow was instantly ejected by his fingers, and shot straight at Zhou Yan opposite him.

(End of this chapter)