On a tall building with a strange shape in Wanmu City, this is the dock of Wanmu City. There are hundreds of flying magic weapons docked on the side of the huge tower. Many professionals are repairing the spaceship and testing the spiritual power conversion array, which is the so-called engine.

Lan Mei Lan Zhu and the other two were drinking tea in the VIP waiting room. The dock owner did not dare to neglect the best goods like the Kirin ship. The twins were definitely descendants of the famous family and must serve them comfortably, so they regarded Mei Zhu and the other two as VIP guests.

"Xiaomei, I think the Blood-Borrowing Pavilion Master did not intend to recruit us. He had long seen that he had defeated not the old monster Tianchui, but a clone. He said he was recruiting us, but in fact he was detaining us. However, my brother thought of a good way that would allow us to truly enter the Blood-Borrowing Pavilion and his status would also increase."

As a professional Erwuzi, Lan Zhu has a bad mind and a bad mind.

"What method?"

Lan Mei is a teenage girl, extremely dull, and obeys Lan Zhu's advice no matter what.

"The old monster is old and doesn't like women, but I think the blood-torming Pavilion Master is still alive."

Lan Zhu rubbed Lan Mei's hair, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.

"Brother, what did you tell me this for?"

Lan Mei looked confused and couldn't help but put her fingers into her mouth and bit her nails.

"My good sister, you are first-class. If you can be liked by the Pavilion Master, it would be great even if you are a concubine by his side. I'll find a chance in the past few days."

Lan Zhu said with a sob voice.

Lan Mei looked angry. Although she was stupid, she was not stupid.

"No! He wears a gloomy mask, so terrible, I don't want it!"

Lan Mei hugged her arms with her hands, and tears were in her beautiful eyes. She couldn't believe that Lan Zhu actually regarded herself as a traded item.

"Uh, I'm just talking about it. If you don't want to, it's okay. The Blood Forgive Pavilion Master has great magical powers. I don't know how many people want to be his woman. Just think about it, if you really think it's wrong, just forget it."

Lan Zhu said with great thought.

"I don't listen, I don't listen! It's so noisy! Are you still my biological brother? So I want to sell me."

Lan Mei covered her ears and felt aggrieved in her little face.

Lan Zhu was speechless and defended: "I'm just giving you a suggestion, don't be angry."

Lan Zhu helplessly took out some snacks from the storage bag and said, "No, I have osmanthus cake here, so I can eat it."

Lan Mei suddenly became energetic and full of energy. She snatched the osmanthus cake and ate it bit by bit like a hamster, and didn't eat it slowly at all.

"I'm tired of forgiveness..."

Lan Mei was chewing snacks in her mouth, and her words were not clear at all.

Lan Zhu was in a panic and left the protection of the old man Tianhui. If he was alone, it would be fine. His head was quite good, but he also brought a bottle of oil. Although his cultivation is not low, he is too stupid and does not understand the worldly affairs at all. But there is no way, who made her his own sister?

While the two were talking, the boss of the dock walked in a cold sweat, and walked into the waiting room with cold sweat on his forehead, leaning over and bowing to Lan Meilanzhu and the others.

Lan Zhu frowned, wondering what the dock owner was playing.

The dock owner swallowed his throat. Just now, the Lord of Wanmu City issued an order to see if the ship that was bloody tortured the Pavilion Master had been repaired. The owner of the dock was thinking about the highest quality goods among these flying magic weapons, which was this Kirin ship.

"Dare you ask the two lords, this Kirin ship belongs to the old man who is the bloody abuser of the Pavilion Master?"

The dock owner asked weakly.

Lan Zhu was stunned for a while and replied: "That's right, I'll be here to guard the Pavilion Master."

The dock owner took a breath, picked up a communication stone and said, "Go and invite Master Mo!"

Lan Zhu was stunned when she heard this. Master Mo? He seemed to have heard from the old man Tianchui that this man had a strange temper and reached the pinnacle of his flying magic weapon. He could only ask him in the southern region, but even the old man Tianchui could not do it!

...

Inside the mansion of the Lord of Wanmu City.

"Come on, master, eat grapes. This is transported from Dongdi. One grain can be used to last for years of hard work."

Wei Xinqi carefully peeled off the grape skin with her hands, and without digging out a little bit of the flesh, she had to feed it to Li Bumian's mouth.

The Lord of Wanmu City had a black thread on his forehead. He said that the grapes were the same as you bought. Is it okay if I spend a lot of money to transport them from Dongtu?

Bang!

Li Bumian slapped the table, and the heart of the Lord Wanmu City trembled.

"Do you think I need someone to feed me?"

Li Bumian frowned and scolded Wei Xinqi coldly.

"I am a slave to my master, and I just want to serve my master with all my heart and strength."

Wei Xinqi looked frowning and pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes with her hands, looking like she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Song Shiyun cursed **. After Li Bumian took off his mask, Wei Xinqi seemed to have become a different person, with a scent in her bones, which made people disgusting.

"You dare to talk back?"

Li Bumian said coldly.

"I don't have it..."

Wei Xinqi said in a coquettish way, which made everyone present get goose bumps. It was really a bit uncomfortable to hear an old woman who was hundreds of years old pretending to be young.

Li Bumian was speechless and wanted to give Wei Xinqi a thought to ascend to immortality and make this guy honest.

At this time, a man came in and bent over and bowed to the Lord of Wanmu City and Li Bumian.

"Report to the Pavilion Master, someone outside asked for a visit and claimed to be from Lingyun Sect."

The man said respectfully.

Nangong Cheng was very happy. It was probably Xu Changfeng and Zheng Tai and the others who came.

Song Shiyun was extremely embarrassed and didn't know where she should stand.

"Let them come in."

Li Bumian casually supported his hand.

Xu Changfeng and the others were in a state of turmoil outside the sect. Three of the chief disciples of Lingyun Sect disappeared at once. If they returned to the sect, Han Yang would definitely be stripped of a layer of skin. Not to mention the blood torture of the Pavilion Master, even the Master of Senluo Sword, both of them would have to muster up the courage to meet.

"The Lord of the Palace lets you in."

Zheng Tai and the other two dared not neglect. After obtaining permission, they entered the building with concern.

"I've met the Pavilion Master."

Two old figures from Lingyun Sect just entered the door, but they didn't even look at each other. They lowered their heads and bowed their fists. The blood-torn Pavilion Master was so famous that they killed three Void Refining Cultivators in Wanmu City just now. This is an amazing figure. Their status is even better than that of the sect leaders of the five famous sects.

"Hehe, Elder Zheng, let's see who I am?"

Li Bumian said with a smile.

When Zheng Taihe heard this, he looked up and saw Wu Ji sitting directly above the Nine Five.

"Why are you?"

Zheng Taihe said in surprise, but then he looked at Nie Xiaorou beside Li Bumian, and his mind exploded like lightning, and all the information suddenly became stringed up.

Once in the medicine field of Lingyun Sect, Zheng Taihe discovered that Wu Ji seemed to have seen him before and was very familiar with him because he also went to escort Nie Xiaorou with Chen Dehou, and met Li Bumian at the Begonia Poetry Conference. However, although Zheng Taihe was suspicious at the time, he still left it alone. Now, when he saw that Wu Ji was the blood-torn Pavilion Master, killed a group of disciples of Nanyang Sect, won the lead in the Begonia Poetry Conference, and had been hidden in Lingyun Sect.

Zheng Taihe was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

Nangong Cheng and Xie Wan'er saw Zheng Taihe's reaction and what Li Bumian said, and confirmed the doubts in their hearts. Wu Ji was the blood-torn Pavilion Master!

Nangong Cheng took a deep breath. Fortunately, he did not move when he was fighting with Li Bumian for the spirit pill, otherwise he would have been a corpse.

"Well...Song Shiyun, how do you think I should receive these two people?"

Li Bumian pondered for a moment and said calmly.

The Lingyun Sect looked at Song Shiyun wearing a mask, with disbelief in her eyes. The peak master of Piaomiao Peak actually defected to the Blood-Born Pavilion?
Chapter completed!