The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 164 Father
When the game was over and Yan Longtian came out, he was wearing a new suit, looking calm, still handsome and handsome, with a spring breeze on his face.

When he and his team came out, there were 48 copper arrows in the arrow belt.

There were only two hundred contestants in total, that is to say, Yan Longtian and his team occupied almost a quarter of all resources.

It can't be called not tyrannical, it can't be called not overbearing.

When he came out, it was the suzerain of the Bailu faction who brought his daughter to welcome him in person.

A delicate and tender girl came out from the elder of Zhong Qingzong and stuck to him. The complexion of the daughter of the sect master immediately darkened, but she also went up to ask for warmth.

Jin Li smiled and fanned the fan without saying a word.

Er Duo and the others were not present due to injuries, and they themselves knew that there was probably no chance, so they didn't have any hope of winning.

Just waiting for the young master to come back, several people will return to the court in class.

Waited and waited, but did not wait.

Er Duo was so anxious that he rubbed his hands blindly on the bed. After rubbing, he decided not to sit still, so he ordered the servants beside him: "Bring the three of us over and open the door."

The servant obeyed obediently.

The servants took Erduo Shuhuan and others to the door of the room.

But Shu Huan waved his hand suspiciously: "Wait."

Er Duo said: "What's wrong?"

Lu Jinquan also tried his best to raise his head, and the back of his neck was squeezed out five or six folds: "The sky is dark."

"Indeed." Er Duo said, "It feels darker than last moment——"

There was a slight red layer on the horizon.

Then, on the edge of red, above their heads, dozens of flying swords or various flying magic weapons flew past their heads as if fleeing for their lives. They only yelled two words, very shrill, very scary.

"Enemy attack—"

"Enemy attack—"

The red thing is getting closer, it is a wave of blood red.

Seeing it billow, it swallowed the monk who fell at the end. After a while, there was only a sword with holes in it, which fell from mid-air and smashed a tile on the roof of Song Tai's residence.

The red wave grew even stronger.

Looking from here, they can only see the sky is blood red, the sun's rays are reflected into a blood sun, the light on each other's faces is red, and their friends look like ghosts.

Er Duo said blankly: "That Honglang..."

"This is not the suzerain's, the suzerain's..."

Lu Jinquan said: "It's the suzerain's famous skill. It covers the sky and the sun, never stops. Killing people is like grinding meat..."

"But why did the suzerain come?"

"Why, do you want to kill people from the Bailu faction?"

The three of them looked at each other, Lu Jinquan tried his best to use his injured wrist to take out Song Tai's communication talisman, and wrote a few words crookedly with spiritual power, and they waited anxiously.

Waited and waited, but there was no reply.

"There is something wrong with your talisman," Er Duo said, but the talisman he took out was burned out at the end.

They got it.

That bloody wave rolled towards the Gaoyang Mountains, like a river that would never return.

Yan Longtian and the elders rescued the two monks who rushed to the front from a distance, their faces were ugly: "What's going on?"

"Golden Dan, Golden Dan—" the monk gasped, grabbed Yan Longtian's sleeve, and cried, "Da Siniang and the others were all killed—they're all dead!"

"From Yanlongmen to Gongdian, all the brothers and sisters there are..."

The disciple couldn't continue, but her tears told Yan Longtian and the others a message: the person who came was very strong, and seemed to be here to kill people.

But, how could they provoke a Jindan expert casually?
Come, who is it?

The suzerain ascended high into the sky.

In front of Jin Li and other elders of the sect, his own sect was invaded in a grandiose manner-it is too shameful!
He flew up into the sky, his robe sleeves swayed, and diamond-shaped objects flew out from his fingertips, blasting out countless small holes in the tight sea of ​​blood.

The color of the flame formed by the explosion of that thing was strange, but in an instant, the sea of ​​flames was nearly half smaller, revealing a middle-aged man in a blood robe inside.

The patriarch of the Bailu Sect was startled, Xiong Binge and Jin Li also frowned slightly, only the elder of the Xuesong Mansion was pale and prostrated himself on the ground in front of them.

The middle-aged man didn't stop at all, and the sea of ​​blood dispersed into bubbles one after another in an instant, floating towards the suzerain and others.

As soon as this small bubble touches someone, it can erode a bloodstain, causing severe pain, and several people are in a hurry.

"Still—my—son—come—"

With red eyes, Song Qing took out a long sword from his sleeve, and immediately rolled up the sea of ​​blood in the sky, cutting out an ominous sword light.

Yan Longtian, the suzerain and the elders looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and reluctantly took the knife.

The blood splashed on the corner of Jin Li's skirt, corroding a hole, she frowned and took a step back slightly: "Since this is Sect Master Song's family affairs, then it is inconvenient for me to participate."

The old man Sheyang also immediately stated: "The old man also..."

"Don't leave!" Song Qing yelled, "My son is dead! He died inside! Tell me, who killed him! I want him to pay for his life!"

Jin Li's face turned cold: "I am from Zhong Qingzong, who do you think you are talking to?"

Half of Song Qing's bundled hair was scattered, and he rolled his eyes to look at Jin Li from the pile of hair, which was full of undisguised madness: "I don't care who you are! If you don't look for it, I will pull it You blow yourself up, and I will drag you to die together—"

"My only son is dead!"

"I want this life, what's the use! I want this sect, so what!"

"Who killed him! Tell me!" His eyes moved to the suzerain of the Bailu faction one by one, "Say!"

The suzerain regretted his life and was afraid, so he was frightened for a while and didn't answer.

Yan Longtian stepped forward cleverly, blocking the threatening gaze for the suzerain: "Sorry, senior."

"No one watched our match, the venues are scattered throughout the Gaoyang Mountains...Look, can this junior bring you in to find Mr. Ling first?"

"Looking for it?" Song Qing laughed miserably, "What's the use of looking for it? I want to know who! Who killed him! You, you go and find each of your competitors!"

"If you kill someone, you should bear my wrath!"

The patriarch of the Bailu faction calmly said: "This competition is a rule of life and death."

"You mean, my son deserves to die?"

"No," Yan Long added, "The suzerain is not..."

However, he clapped his hands, and a pool of liquid liquid slammed down from the sky, covering the four of them, making them almost unable to move.

"Okay!" Song Qing laughed wildly, "The rules are set by you!"

"Kill you! You can't be wrong!"

His body swelled slightly, his eyes were red and red, and he was about to explode himself.

"If you say you don't know, if you say, go and bury my son with you!"

The Jindan peak blew itself up, and the elders of them were afraid that they would not survive.

Half of Gaoyang Mountain had to be bombed flat.

In desperation, Jin Li tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power, and a bell sound came leisurely from the layers of water curtains, stopping Song Qing.

After a breath, his body calmed down, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)