The elder of the sect, she is going to hang out with the villain

Chapter 97 Ha...Murong

Almost at the same time, all the cultivators in the city rushed towards the same place in unified movements.

And a black carriage that was originally driving on a country road suddenly stopped, and a tall man walked out of it.

He wore a golden mask on his face, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in his eyes.But the exposed lips looked particularly pale.

Murong Lian tried his best to suppress the restless blood in his body, and the spiritual energy fluctuations in the air seemed to be constantly tempting him.

"I wonder what kind of treasure has appeared again?" He Ying also looked in that direction and sighed.

"Ha..." Murong Lian chuckled, "Even you noticed it, I guess it is indeed a treasure."

"Let's go." Murong Lian got on the carriage, "Let's go and join in the fun."

On the other side, Gu Wuan and his party had already felt the influx of cultivators before they even stepped out of the inn.

The power of the spiritual bone was difficult to absorb for a while. He Lanyi had been unconscious for too long, and there was not much spiritual power left in his body. Now he could only use his strength to temporarily seal the spiritual bone in his body.

Gu Wu'an's situation at the moment was not much better. In order to wake up He Lanyi just now, he had left almost no escape route for himself.But feeling the various auras approaching the inn, he still tightened his grip on the Qingfeng Sword in his hand.

Although Xu Xiuyu didn't know what happened, she felt a little nervous when she noticed the auras of hundreds of cultivators suddenly appearing around her. She swallowed and instinctively moved closer to Chu Yu.

"Brother, why do I feel like there are so many cultivators outside all of a sudden?"

"There are indeed many people coming." Chu Yu stared at the stairs, his heart beating like a drum.

"Let's go in first." He grabbed Xu Xiuyu and they pushed the door open and went in.

Seeing Helan Yi waking up, they had no time to be happy, so the group of cultivators were getting closer and closer to them.

Some of them had even reached the lobby downstairs. The shopkeeper looked at this group of aggressive people and was trembling with fear unconsciously. For a moment, the originally noisy and noisy lobby of the inn became silent due to their arrival.

The shopkeeper hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face twice and bravely stepped forward to meet him.

"I wonder if some of you are working as professionals or staying in a hotel?"

"It's just that the shop doesn't have many vacancies, so I might not be able to accommodate a few customers."

Several people looked at each other, and one of them asked: "Is that spiritual power really coming from this place?"

They set off and rushed over as soon as they noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power in the city. Although the spiritual power was weak, it was unexpectedly pure. Even a trace of it was enough to drive cultivators crazy.

But now, that spiritual power has long disappeared without a trace.Whether they are present or not, they don't have much confidence in their hearts.

"Why are you so verbose? You'll know if you go in and take a look!" A burly man took the lead in pushing aside everyone and strode in.

The shopkeeper was about to open his mouth to stop him, but when the big man glared at him, he had no choice but to step aside and watch the group of people searching around the inn.

What is this called!

The shopkeeper wanted to cry but had no tears.

The waiter at the side sneaked up to his ear and asked: "Shopkeeper, why don't we report it to the official?"

"Ouch!" The shopkeeper slapped her hard, and the waiter held his head in pain and wailed.

"You bastard, you think I have a long life, don't you?"

"Report to the official!" The shopkeeper almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to disturb the group of cultivators, so he could only whisper: "Can't you see the wooden signs hanging on their waists? These people are all fucking Can the government control cultivators?"

When the waiter heard this, he took a sneak peek and saw a brown wooden sign on their waists with a lightning bolt engraved on it.

This is the symbol of a non-sectarian cultivator.

After searching the lobby to no avail, they set their sights on the second floor.

But just halfway up the stairs, a man in black appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

The wide brim of the hat completely obscured his face, but the fierce aura around him was not concealed at all.

The casual cultivators couldn't help but take a step back and looked up at the man, with some inexplicable fear in their hearts.But when they thought that such pure spiritual power could help them reach a higher level of cultivation, their desire for power defeated their fear in the end.

"I wonder if your Excellency, could you make way for us?" One person braved the courage and asked the man in black.

The man in black didn't say anything, he just stood there.

The big man couldn't hold back his temper and pushed away the person in front of him.

"I say, man upstairs, while I still have some patience, you'd better get out of my way."

"Really?" The man in black spoke, his tone as cold as ice.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, blood flowed out of the big man's seven orifices, and before anyone could react, he collapsed.

The guests at the inn were so frightened that they screamed and fled one after another.The shopkeeper huddled under the cabinet, his legs trembling, not daring to make any sound.

These cultivators really kill without blinking an eye.

Seeing this, the casual cultivators also swallowed their saliva.If I had known, this big man was already one of the best among their group and quite famous.

But he died just like that.

They didn't even know how or when the person took action.

It's really scary!
When did such a master appear in this small border town? And what makes such a person tempted to come here must be a rare treasure.

The casual cultivators each looked at each other, then rushed forward with their swords raised.

As expected, they also fell to the ground one after another.

The man in black raised his hand, looked at the bright red blood dripping from his fingertips, and was stunned for a moment.

"It smells as disgusting as ever."

He turned around and strode to the door of the room. Feeling the residual spiritual power fluctuations on the door, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

However, when he opened the door, it was indeed empty, with no one around.

"how is this possible?"

If they left, there was no way he would be unaware.

and so……

The man in black walked into the room, looked around, and his eyes fell on the quilt on the bed.

"It turned out to be hidden." The man in black sneered, sat down calmly, and then poured himself a cup of tea.

Looking at the bloody scene in the lobby of the inn, He Ying, who was driving the car, couldn't help but "tsk" and sighed: "Countless people were killed in the flash of lightning. I didn't expect that there were such masters in this small place."

In the carriage, Murong Lian tapped his fingertips carelessly.

Suddenly, the smile on his face stopped. As his energy and blood surged, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and stars fell on the golden mask on his face.

"Master!" He Ying heard the noise and pushed open the car door.

Murong Lian shook her head at him and signaled him not to come near.

"Go, let's go!"

Hearing this, He Ying didn't dare to delay, hurriedly turned around and drove away quickly.

On the second floor of the inn, the man in black stood at the window, looking at the carriage leaving downstairs.

"Ha...Murong"

(End of this chapter)