Master of Beasts

　　 "Mr. Xiao, please don't make it difficult for us. After all, Fan He is a member of Qian Yaofang. Just handing him over will chill many people's hearts."

　　 In the VIP room behind the Qianyao Auction House, Tang Qian looked at Xiao Lie, who was sitting indifferently, with a wry smile at the corner of his lips.

　　 "Then tell Mu Li, I killed Fan He, do you dare to protect him."

　　 After a moment of silence, Xiao Lie's cold voice came out slowly.

　　 Xiao Lie's voice echoed, and Tang Qian's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, feeling a little lost for a while.

　　 Mu Li is the owner of Thousand Yaofang, even in the center of the empire, he is also a prominent powerhouse, and this name, uttered from the mouth of the spirit master of a remote town, is like a dream.

　　 "Do you know Mufang Master?" Tang Qian asked carefully.

　　 "Didn't Mu Li tell you that when you come to Guyang City, you must first establish a relationship with the Xiao family?" Xiao Lie raised his head and looked at Tang Qian with a smile.

　　 pursed his red lips, Tang Qian smiled bitterly, no wonder Muli had said before that he had to take more care of the Xiao family. Now it seems that he and Xiao Lie should be old acquaintances.

　　 "Okay, I just came over to say hello, and it is considered a face to Mu Li."

　　 After Xiao Lie finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the door, flooding with murderous gazes, projecting towards the burning gold shop.

"what!"

　　 Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded from the night, very loud.

　　 "It's the location of the Chijin shop." Tang Qian's face changed slightly.

　　 After a while, Tang Qian and Xiao Lie appeared in the attic of the Burning Gold Shop, staring at a little golden powder on the floor.

　　 "It is the impurity produced by the fragmentation of the wind attribute spirit gate." Xiao Lie knelt down, rubbing the golden powder with his fingers, and his face was indescribable.

　　 "You mean, Fan He is dead?" Tang Qianxian covered her slightly opened mouth with an incredible face.

　　 This is a strong spiritual master who was silently killed in his own territory.

　　 stood up, Xiao Lie put his hands behind him, his eyes slowly swept across the room, and suddenly he stopped on the teacup on the table.

　　 "It's warm."

　　 The delicate hand touched lightly, and Tang Qian’s beautiful eyes flashed: "Counting the broken teacup, that is to say, there were two people in this room just now."

　　 "Fan He is dead, what about the remaining person." Tang Qian's head was big for a while, and the corner of his eyes swept towards Xiao Lie from time to time.

"Don't look at me, if I want to kill him, I don't have to sneak up on it." Xiao Lie sneered. He knew that Tang Qian was suspecting that the other person was him, but Fan Hena's strength in the third-order spirit master is just like that. The killer doesn't have to be so troublesome at all.

　　 Therefore, Fan He's death became a headless wrongdoing, although in Xiao Lie's eyes, the death deserved it.

　　 At the time of five shifts, all the confused folks in the Chijin shop were cleared out by the people of Qianyaofang, and the entire Chijin shop was completely sealed off and no one could enter.

　　 lowered his figure in the courtyard, Yu Bingdie shook slightly, flapping its wings upright, and Xiao Yang behind it slid down.

　　 "Hey, exciting."

Xiao Yang returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, took off his shoes, and jumped directly onto the bed, rubbing Chi Yan's head roughly, "It's a pity that you didn't go over and look at it. That's a strong spiritual master. It turned to ashes in an instant."

　　'S sleepy eyes lifted, Chi Yan looked at Xiao Yang, who was looking excited, waved his fox claws, knocked the latter's palm down, closed his eyelids uninterested, and immediately fell asleep again.

　　 "Isn't he just a spiritual master? As for being so excited." Master Mo shook his head and smiled, and immediately began to flip through the broken book in his hand, as if he would never finish it.

　　 "Too lazy to care about you."

　　 Xiao Yang was lying on the bed, holding the back of his head with both hands, a trace of firmness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

　　 I thought that the spirit master was already strong enough, but in the hands of Master Mo, there was no chance to resist. It seems that even the spirit master ~www.ltnovel.com~ is not enough on this continent.

　　 "I have to become stronger."

　　 Xiao Yang muttered to himself, before he knew it, he was already asleep.

　　 By the time Xiao Yang woke up, the sky was already bright, and the warm sunlight was pouring down, shining on his face.

　　 "Should I tell your father?"

　　 Glancing at Xiao Yang who was packing up, Master Mo said softly.

　　 Putting the last item into the empty boundary stone, Xiao Yang washed his face and shook his head and said, "It is enough to leave a note. Even if my father agrees, the second elder will definitely not agree."

　　 Master Mo’s secret, he can’t tell others. With the character of the second elder, he will definitely not let him go out to practice alone. At that time, it will be a lot of trouble.

　　 "Huh, finally leaving."

　　 Xiao Yang touched Chi Yan's little head, seeming to cheer himself up: "I don't know how far I can grow when I come back, I really look forward to it."

　　 smiled lightly, Xiao Yang left a note on the table, as usual, walked out of the Xiao family gate, and Xiao Yi and others stationed there smiled and said hello.

　　 In the crowd, Xiao Yang's face covered by the black robe did not attract anyone's attention.

　　 Three hours later, Xiao Yang was walking on an unfamiliar road. Here, there were no four big families, and there was no Qianyao auction house. Everything that was familiar no longer existed.

　　 "Drip!"

　　 Suddenly, the sound transmission snail on Xiao Yang's waist flashed a red light.

　　 "Yang'er, two years later, it is the day when the Guyang City Spirit Fight Club will begin, remember to come back."

　　 Xiao Lie’s familiar voice made Xiao Yang’s nose sore, and he lifted his palm slightly, seemingly indifferently tossing the sound transmission snail into the empty boundary stone, and the boy’s figure sank into the end of the road.