"Since the people in the palace are pressing hard to kill you, you have to go back and die." Xue Bing knew what she was thinking and sarcastically said.

"Peacock, I don't think you need to worry about my affairs." Luo Ling glanced at Xue Bing.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere between the two, Yan Wei changed the topic: "Boss, you still have a poison on your body that has not been cured, and Zi Yan will be back soon."

Luo Ling frowned: "The other kind of poison I got must have something to do with the people in the palace."

"The death of the boss of the ghost gate last time, the ghost gate has been counted on the head of our Xiaoyao Pavilion, the boss must beware of them." Yan Wei said.

Luo Ling sneered, walked slowly onto the stage, and sat with his legs crossed: "Why are they so stupid? They can't even tell who's right, and just insist that it's our Xiaoyao Pavilion. It's really stupid."

Xue Bing listened to what Luo Ling said, and snorted softly: "It's just a bunch of useless people, why should you take it to heart."

Luo Ling hated Xue Bing's tone of voice, and retorted: "For you, Peacock, of course, you don't have to worry about it."

Before Luo Ling finished speaking, a small guard rushed in: "Boss, boss, it's not good, boss..."

Luo Ling was shocked: "What's the matter?"

The pawn said in a panic, "Boss, the people from the ghost gate have brought people in."

"What?" Luo Ling stood up: "It's unreasonable, people from the ghost gate dare to come to my Xiaoyao Pavilion to make trouble, I'm really impatient."

Seeing Luo Ling's flustered expression, Xue Bing couldn't help but feel complacent: "You also panic like this sometimes."

Hearing Xue Bing's words, Luo Ling felt very sarcastic, and said flatly, "I'm not panicking, I'm just angry."

I saw people from the ghost gate barging in, a group of fat, burly men, burly and powerful, and the people in Xiaoyao Pavilion couldn't resist them, they rampaged and approached the main hall.

"What are you people from the ghost family here for?" Luo Ling roared loudly: "I have no grievances or enmities with you in Xiaoyao Pavilion, you come to my Xiaoyao Pavilion to make trouble, don't you want to live?"

The leader of the ghost gate is the son of the boss of the ghost gate. He is about the same age as Xue Bing.

Luo Ling sneered: "Don't forget, your ghost gate and my bomb are there, if you dare to take a step forward, I will blow up your ghost gate without leaving any ground."

The people in the ghost gate were all in commotion when they heard the sound, and suddenly they heard the sound of a jade flute, which seemed to be moving and melancholy, like a gust of wind blowing by.

Such a moving flute sound, who is here?

Luo Ling and Xue Bing couldn't help looking around, but they couldn't see anyone other than them.The people from Luo Ling's Ghost Gate were also looking around, so they probably weren't theirs either.

Who is that?Why did you come here suddenly?

Xue Bing was suspicious, and said loudly: "Who is the master, I hope to show up and see."

Luo Ling saw that Xue Bing spoke so respectfully, presumably Xue Bing already knew that person's skill, he must not be weak, and he was always better than Xue Bing.

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter in the air: "I didn't expect that the heir of the Blood Sect has a bit of eyesight, and even the old man can recognize it."

Xue Bing smiled so awkwardly: "I still hope that senior will show up."

I saw a person wearing a green shirt and pointing at a flute walking in. The person had gray hair, a gentle and loving face, and his hair was disheveled but not messy.

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