At this moment, Yun Dongliu swelled his internal force, making a lion's roar, vibrating the sky, and the sound waves spread hundreds of feet away, and the sound of the surging rivers could not be concealed.

"Hiss Yun is polite."

On the surface of the river, the group of people kept responding after hearing this:

"The three virtues of the old monk come from Huangjue Temple."

The old monk's true energy was extremely powerful, but his mouth was louder and clearer than the sound of Yun Dongliu's internal force.

"So it's Master Sande!"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved.

In Huangjue Temple, the old monk with the highest generation is naturally Yixiu. These three deeds are only two generations lower than Yixiu, and they are already the backbone of Huangjue Temple today.

Although the weapon chart is unknown, he is actually a congenital master who condenses into qi and veins.

"Don't be surprised by Mr. Yun when he comes uninvited."

The Baizhang River blinked through the blink of an eye.

The crowd had arrived at the shore.

A strong monk in the head took off his hat and raised his palm on his chest: "The little monk is here to ask Mr. Yun from the Chivalrous Sect."

"Please meet the teacher..."

Yun Dongliu's expression changed slightly, and he had already vaguely guessed the purpose of this group of people:

"The master of the family has been in seclusion for a long time after fighting with the leader of the Beggars' Sect. I really don't know if he has come out of seclusion."

"This is okay."

While speaking, the group gradually walked in.

Sande took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"This is a letter written by the abbot of my family, Sankong, to Mr. Yun. Please give it to Mr. Ling personally."

"The letter from Abbot Sankong?"

Yun Dongliu took the letter with both hands and couldn't help asking: "I dare to ask Master Sande Demon Sect, is this letter related to the Holy Son of the Six Prisons Demon Sect?"

"The abbot never told me, and the old monk didn't know."

Sande shook his head slightly.

"Since that's the case, please ask a few masters to take a break in the village."

Yun Dongliu held this letter and felt it was a bit hot.

After hesitating for a moment, he ordered the gatekeeper to enter the Chivalrous Gate.

The residence of the Xiayi Sect was dug out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. Although the decoration is average, it occupies a lot of land.

Yundongliu turned several corridors and several courtyards, and stopped before the inner courtyard.

"teacher......."

As soon as Yun Dongliu walked to the inner courtyard, he saw the door of the inner courtyard being pushed open.

A tall and burly old man with a face like a lion and a beard walked out of the retreat.

"Teacher, Master Sande of Huangjue Temple is here to visit."

A hint of worry appeared on Yundongliu.

As the old man stepped out of the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood, which was emitted from his pores.

Obviously, his injuries have not healed yet.
Chapter completed!