"The national master is so afraid of the Demon Sword Pavilion?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment, not caring about her roar, but just shook his head and said lightly, "It's me who killed people. Don't worry, I will naturally take responsibility for the Demon Sword Pavilion and will not implicate anyone from Zhou Wuchao."

"Can you afford it?" Luo Yuheng gritted his teeth, looked at Ye Xiu with a pale face, and said, "Do you think the people from the Demon Sword Pavilion will listen to your reason when they come to Zhou Wuchao? As long as you determine that the murderer is from the Zhou Wuchao, they will not give up if they don't slaughter the millions of people. This is the style of the Demon Sword Pavilion."

"Everyone has been killed, what should I do now?" Ye Xiu spread his hands, looked at her innocently, and asked, "Otherwise, I will hand me over to the people of the Demon Sword Pavilion to let them defecate and see if they can calm them down."

"Do you think I dare not?" Luo Yuheng said angrily.

"Let's talk about the matter of handing over to someone later." Ye Xiu waved his hand and stopped teasing her, so as not to make people frustrated and ruin his good deeds. With his eyesight, how could he not tell that this national teacher, who is no longer two years older than him, is a typical representative of the cold and warm face. Otherwise, he would not have set out his sword to kill the person without hesitation just because of his words "Leave people behind". He would not have followed him even though he knew there was danger in the Immortal Sect, and he was worried about the millions of people of Zhou Wu Dynasty. Based on this alone, she could be concluded that she was not the kind of person who had no humanity. She took out the painting and said while walking: "The people in the Demon Sword Pavilion are still busy plundering the treasures of the Immortal Sect, so how can I deal with me, the murderer."

Luo Yuheng followed out.

A little dazed.

He is really not afraid of the Demon Sword Pavilion at all?

"Ye Xiu, who are you?" Luo Yuheng frowned, looking at Ye Xiu's background with a hint of confusion in his eyes. Seeing that he had killed the sword cultivators of the Demon Sword Pavilion, he was not panicked at all, and did not even escape. Instead, he took the painting to a complete roof and looked around casually.

"Are you in the Nascent Soul Realm?" Luo Yuheng followed, looking at Ye Xiudao with a frown.

"No..." Ye Xiu shook his head and thought about it carefully. His Nascent Soul was cracked, not even a golden elixir. To sum it up, it should be considered an innate realm. Of course, he didn't say these big truths, otherwise he would definitely stimulate this woman again. He thought he was cheating on him as a fool. After he hesitating for a moment, he spoke slowly and said: "But don't worry, although I don't have Nascent Soul, I can still walk for a few rounds when I encounter the average Nascent Soul Soul."

After saying that, Ye Xiu silently added in his heart: "Of course, it was the Nascent Soul master who walked in my hands for several rounds."

"The Demon Sword Pavilion, there are more than five or six warriors in the Nascent Soul realm... More than a hundred pills are formed, and countless ordinary disciples are…" Luo Yuheng gritted his teeth. She felt that she was almost crazy. The murderer was not in a hurry. Instead, her accomplice was about to get angry. What's the use of being able to walk in the hands of the old Nascent Soul monster for a few rounds? She could do this by herself.

"Didn't you say it?" Ye Xiu frowned and looked at her suspiciously.

Is your memory so bad?

Not so!

Seeing Luo Yuheng's face turned black, there were vague blue veins on his forehead, as if even the veil could not block her anger. Ye Xiu did not continue to tease her, but picked up the ancient painting and changed the topic without hesitation, saying: "Have you ever heard of the Puppet Immortal Sect?"
Chapter completed!