"I accept this favor." Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh, then suddenly burst into tears, and asked afterwards: "So, under the auspices of your uncle Dingyi, Fengyi Pavilion intends to regain its original position in Baidao?"

"No?" Wen Suya smiled and said, "It's a little difficult, but as long as Fengyi Pavilion is beneficial to the world, it will not be difficult to gain respect from the world in a hundred years and reshape its status at that time..."

"Well, this possibility exists very much." Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "Especially now... if we can use some information to catch all the remnants of the Demon Sect in one go, it will undoubtedly be a huge reversal to Fengyi Pavilion's reputation..."

Wen Suya's beautiful eyes lit up, then glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and laughed: "Brother Ye's words seem to imply that everything that happened here is what Fengyi Pavilion does?"

"Isn't it?" Ye Qingxuan asked back.

Feng Suya sneered and said lightly: "It seems that Brother Ye's prejudice against me, Fengyi Pavilion, is still the same. It should be noted that Zhuo Huifan is the one who harms the martial arts world. Fengyi Pavilion is only used by him and is also a victim. Suya can solemnly declare that everything that happens here has nothing to do with Fengyi Pavilion."

Ye Qingxuan frowned. Although he didn't say anything, he vaguely felt that what Yan Suya said was not a lie.

Wen Suya continued to smile and said with a cunning look: "But after Brother Ye reminded me, I may have really been my Fengyi Pavilion's opportunity this time. If I can eradicate the Demon Sect, wouldn't my Fengyi Pavilion be recognized immediately?"

"The situation is chaotic. Do Fengyi Pavilion need to step on another kick?" Ye Qingxuan sighed.

Wen Suya said coldly: "Anyway, since today, righteous people like Brother Ye are still suspicious of Fengyi Pavilion. If they do not gain benefits, wouldn't Fengyi Pavilion be stupid?"

As Feng Suya said, she bowed and said respectfully: "Suya will leave you here. I hope Brother Ye will not forget to agree to Fengyi Pavilion's promise..."

Ye Qingxuan gave in helplessly, "Don't worry, Fairy Feng, as long as there is Zhuo Huifan's whereabouts, you will definitely be the first to notify your family."

Seeing Feng Suya leave gracefully, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that this world is going to be in chaos again.

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The night is already dark.

Eighty miles outside Guangshou Prefecture, Meixiang Mountain.

Cold fog slowly rose from the forest under the mountains and valleys, carrying a unique plum fragrance in Jingnan, floating from the mountain road. The thirty feet of lawns in the valley are all in the cold fog plum fragrance.

A very strange sound slowly sounded in the fog fragrance.

It's like the tail of a rattlesnake, the hungry silkworm is eating mulberry trees, and the chilling cicada is shaking feathers, terrifying, gloomy, and weird!

The sound was blown from a flute tube...

The sound of the flute does not stop changing, and it combines a complete song.

But this song is not pleasant, but rather like the moan of a ghost, the whisper of a devil, the whisper of a dying soul...

This makes the night in the thick fog even more creepy.

Perhaps, only in the ghost palace in the Netherworld, there is such a tune. The ghosts are blowing and the music is not the human beings.

As soon as the sound of the flute sounded, the atmosphere around became strange. The huge lawn seemed to turn into a gloomy and terrifying underworld, and the smoke floating around seemed to turn into a group of ghosts in the dance.

The moonlight broke through the dark clouds and sprinkled a piece of silver light.

The silver light shone into the cold fog even more illusory, but it was still visible.

The figure of the flute blower.

The person who played the flute was in his forties or fifties, with a green and white complexion, high cheekbones, fleshless cheeks, shriveled face, and deep eyes. The pair of eyeballs hidden in the eye sockets flashed with a faint green light, which suddenly looked like two tiny tiny fires in the dark forest.

The flute-playing man was also thin, and although the black cloth gown was narrow, he still felt wide when he was worn.

The sleeves were also very wide, but a pair of hands were outside the sleeves, and the veins on the back of the hands were exposed, like earthworms crawling, but their fingers were like bird's claws, thin and covered with scars.

The flute was grabbed horizontally between the other party's fingers, one foot long and shiny. I don't know if it was iron or something, but it was definitely not made of bamboo.

The bamboo flute must never make that sound.

The sound of the flute floated and flew out of the lawn, outside the mountains, outside the forest.

The sound of the flute is constantly changing, but the human face has not changed at all. If it weren't for the trembling fingers, if the mountain wind hadn't blown the flute's clothes and hair buns, I would have thought of him as a living person.

The mountain wind gradually rises, blowing away the cold fog and blowing the fragrance of plum blossoms.

The moonlight is even more charming.

Under the charming moonlight, and within the strange sound of the flute, a ghostly white cloud floated out of the edge of the dark dense forest.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

The ghost also stopped in an instant, and slowly fell in front of the flute blower under the moonlight.

The bright moon shines slanted.

A woman with plain and elegant clothes and a face hidden deep in the heavy gauze is standing in the wind, facing the person who is playing the flute.

Her figure is graceful and slender, with a high bun on her head. Even if she can't see her flowery appearance, she feels her forcing elegant and graceful appearance.

Just as it stands, it has an endless variety of charm and a tempting taste full of maturity.

This way, without revealing the jade face, a woman who can still give birth to such a powerful charm is really rare in the world.

The woman's eyes were always on the face of the flute-playing man. She stepped forward slowly, sighed quietly, and said, "I didn't expect that the senior brother Youxuan, the 'Ghost Flute' who has not been asking about the affairs of the world for a long time, was also invited by Yin Jiuyou to come out of the mountain... Ruoyan came late, and the senior brother had been waiting for a long time."

Unexpectedly, this peerless beauty was Ji Ruoyan, the leader of Yuezong, the "Yin Queen" of Ji Ruoyan.

"Ghost Flute" Youxuan slowly stroked the short flute in his hand, and a low voice sounded: "It's not that Master Ji was late, but that I'm too late... I saw that the thirty-six paths of the Holy Sect fell apart under Luo Podi's will, and the masters of the Nine Sects fought hard because of the "Tianba Demon Corpse". As the thirty-six paths of the Sanskrit Sect, how could he live in the deep mountains for a long time and sit ignoring?"

"So, Senior Brother Youxuan is not Yin Jiuyou's helper?" Ji Ruoyan asked with a smile.

"Ghost Flute" Youxuan smiled slightly, with a lustful face, and a faint fire rose in his deep eyes, and said coldly: "Yin Jiuyou invited me to be the host, so that I can invite all sects to solve the affairs within the sect with my justice. If I can be easily bribed, how can you give me face to come to the appointment?"

Hahaha……

As soon as these words came, a burst of laughter came from the dense forest, and a big man with red stole a high step, which was the fiery sun of the Huo Zong.

"Brother Youxuan said this well. Yin Jiuyou can ask you to come out of the mountain. This is a beautiful hand. Otherwise, there is no need to talk nonsense about this matter, and you can do it directly..."

The storm of Wu Lieyang is naturally dissatisfied by others.

Yin Jiuyou's cold voice came, saying, "I haven't seen you for many years, Brother Wu is still so hot, but I recently heard that you have defected to the 'Tianzun' Li Daotian. Do you still think you are from my Holy Sect?"
Chapter completed!