Lu Yuntian wanted to forget this, but he couldn't. No matter who it was, he would have to get back ten times or hundreds of times revenge.

If you don’t get revenge, is it still a man?

If he wants to hurt Lu Yuntian, his fate will be ten times more miserable than Lu Yuntian.

Lu Yuntian pondered for a moment and said, "Minger, I will tell you that you can, but you must not be impulsive. This person is not something you can fight against. If you promise me, I will tell you."

"Dad, I promise you that I will not die rashly until my strength is not enough."

Lu Ming said.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, this person is..."

Just then...

Swish! Swish!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and four figures rushed in from the mountain stream.

These four are all gray-haired old men, with a very thick aura on their bodies, and they are all masters above the Wuzong.

Lu Ming's eyes moved, and a note from thousands of miles appeared in his hand.

One of the short and fat old men in gray coats showed a smile on their face, and a note from thousands of miles appeared in their hands.

"Young Master Tianyun, I have long admired Daqiu. I didn't expect you to be able to rescue Ling Zun under Qiu Changkong's nose. It's really admirable."

The short and fat old man clasped his fists.

"Senior, you're just a lucky person. I'm going to bother you this time and send us back to the capital."

Lu Ming clasped his fists and said.

"You're welcome, a small matter is a little bit, so let's set off as soon as possible. If the people from the Shifang Sword Sect find this place, it will be troublesome."

The short and fat old man said.

Lu Ming nodded.

Just then...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the distance, there were sounds of breaking through the air, and several figures passed through the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Lu Ming could see clearly that those figures were the powerful Wuzong masters of the Ten Directions Sword Sect.

"The Ten-Strait Swords were sent so quickly!"

The short and fat old man's face changed drastically.

Lu Ming's face also became gloomy.

This mountain stream is very hidden, with trees and weeds all around it, so people from the Shifang Sword Sect didn't notice it just now, but after a long time, they will definitely find it.

"What should we do? We will definitely be discovered when we go out like this. If Qiu Changkong arrives, we will not be his opponents."

Another old man said with a serious expression.

"Several seniors, please take Ming'er and the others away. Qiu Changkong and the others want me, I will lead them away."

Lu Yun Tiandao.

"No, Dad, I finally saved you back, how could I let you fall into the hands of Qiu Changkong and others?"

Lu Ming said firmly.

Even if he dies, he will not let Lu Yuntian fall into the hands of the Shifang Sword Sect and suffer all the torture.

With a wave of his hand, the true energy surged, and the worn-out clothes that Lu Yuntian wore fell into Lu Ming's hands.

Lu Yuntian's face changed drastically and he said, "Minger, no!"

The other people's faces also changed one after another.

"Several seniors, I'll go out to lure them away. You will take my father back to the imperial capital and hand over my father to His Highness the Eighth Prince."

Lu Ming said to several old men.

"Minger, this matter is absolutely not OK, I don't agree."

Lu Yuntian let out a low roar.

Lu Ming smiled slightly and said, "Dad, don't worry, Ming'er will be fine, see you all again."

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

On the side, Xie Nianqing suddenly said.

"You go together?"

Lu Ming looked at Xie Nianqing.

"Hmph, don't think too much. I'm afraid you will die. I can't fulfill my promise. And how can you lead the people of the Shifang Sword Sect alone? Don't forget that your father's cultivation is ruined and you run too fast. You won't be able to get rid of it all at once. I'll take you away!"

Lu Ming's eyes were solemn.
Chapter completed!