Not only is the number of Tianwai Tian masters in the Qinglian Holy Sect increasing, but the realm of these Tianwai Tian masters is also constantly rising.

But for a long time, Zhuyinsi's limelight was too strong and overwhelmed all the limelight, so the Qinglian Holy Sect seemed silent.

"Aunt Leng, father..." Dugu Xian hugged Leng Lu's neck and sighed: "Isn't it really ascended, right?"

"No matter what the leader is, you can come back." Leng Lu patted him on the back: "Others don't believe in the leader, don't you?"

"Of course I believe in my father." Dugu Xian nodded: "It is what they spread to have a nose and eyes."

"They wish that the leader would leave this world forever and never come back." Leng Lu narrowed his bright eyes slightly, and there was a faint murderous intent on his eyes.

Dugu Xian smiled and said, "Aunt, don't rush to find an assassin, go in and have a meal first."

"I've eaten it." Leng Lu said: "It's better to find someone first, so that they will not have to worry about getting away."

"Then I'll have a good time."

"You, why are you polite to me!"

She looked at Wan Zhen.

Wan Zhen clasped his fists: "Miss Leng, please follow me."

Leng Lu put down Dugu Xian and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Don't be naughty to make your wife angry this time."

"I dare not." Dugu Xian stuck out his tongue.

No matter how smart or powerful I am, I can't shake my mother's face and I will be scolded or even beaten at any time.

People are all strict fathers and kind mothers, but their family is the opposite. The father doesn’t control him much, but the mother’s mother is strict, as if she is not her biological child, but she picked it up from the door.

Leng Lu touched his head, messed up his hair hard, and laughed amid Dugu Xian's protest and left with Wan Zhen.

Wan Zhen floated under his feet, and his speed was not fast.

Leng Lu walked side by side with him and had returned to his usual coldness, keeping people from thousands of miles away without saying a word.

Wan Zhen was so tactful that he didn't say anything, and remained silent all the way.

When he arrived at the city lord's mansion, Leng Lu took out a waist sign and came directly to a courtyard after being reported.

The two city guards quickly brought the two assassins.

They were already wearing reddish-brown prison uniforms, with a calm expression and a calm step.

As soon as they saw Wan Zhen, the two of them could no longer remain calm. They stared at Wan Zhen with resentment, wishing they could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"It's them." Wan Zhen said.

Leng Lu said: "Which sect and sect are you two?"

The two sneered.

Leng Lu frowned: "It turns out to be from Xuanjian Sect. It seems that he has nothing to do with the leader, right?"

The two looked at each other and immediately knew Leng Lu's identity: the saint of the Qinglian Holy Sect!

The two suddenly collided head-to-head.

Leng Lu let out a sneer and brushed her sleeves at the same time.

"Bang!"

The two of them were about to bump into each other with only one millimeter apart, but suddenly they flew backwards, one hanging to the east wall and the other hanging to the west wall.

The two walls were muffled and they were shocked to the point of ashes.

"Are they going to commit suicide?" Wan said in shock: "If you really want to commit suicide, what have you done?"

Before Leng Lu came, they had too many opportunities to commit suicide, so how could they commit suicide now?

"You're lucky." Leng Lu said lightly: "After all, I'm afraid of death."

Her jade hands stretched out her sleeves and let out a light move.

The two were pulled out of the wall like a puppet, collided in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang bang!"

Wan Zhen grinned, this fell strong enough.

"You commit suicide now, I won't stop you." Leng Luyu's hand retracted her Luo sleeves and said coldly: "Come on."

The two of them slowly got up, patted the dust in their clothes, and raised their heads and stared at Wan Zhen with resentment.

Wan Zhen was inexplicably surprised.

They were cleaned up by Leng Lu, so why didn't they stare at Leng Lu, but glared at themselves with irreconcilable eyes?

Leng Lu said: "Do you think others can escape?"

"I wonder which saint is it?"

"My surname is Leng."

"It turns out to be the cold saint." The thin middle-aged man among the two said in a deep voice: "The so-called people who know the current affairs are heroes."

"State affairs, what are the current affairs?" Lenglu's mouth was filled with a sarcastic smile.

Another middle-aged man said coldly: "Li Chengkong has passed away and it is impossible to come back. This world is different, and this is the current affairs."

"If Li Chengkong is not here, the Nanwang Mansion cannot be the only one in the world, and Zhuyinsi cannot cover the sky with one hand as before."

"Hmm, then?" Leng Lu said lightly: "You can turn the world upside down?"

"It's time to change the world."

"Just you guys?"

"If you think too much like us, you will suffer in this world for a long time!"

"Puchi!" Leng Lu laughed.

"Geegi..." Then he laughed so hard that his branches trembled.

The two of them looked gloomy. When she laughed like this, they felt like a clown and were inexplicably angry.

Leng Lu smiled and waved her hand, forcibly holding it back: "You guys are really fun."

"Even if we die, more people will stand up and go one after another, and will eventually overthrow the Nanwang Mansion and the Zhuyinsi!"

"Have ambition!" Leng Lu gave a thumbs up.

The slender jade fingers are carved like white jade, with a warm and shiny luster.

"...So Miss Leng doesn't have to waste her energy and become enemies with the general situation. It's very unwise. We don't want you to die."

"I really want to thank you for your kindness." Leng Lu suddenly curled her smile and said coldly: "Stop talking, let's talk, how many people have participated in this matter?"

"As a saint, Miss Leng can understand people's hearts. It depends on you. We will never say it, just die!" said the thin middle-aged man proudly.

Leng Lu turned around and left.

Wan Zhen hurriedly followed and left the yard and was about to talk to Leng Lu. Leng Lu said, "Young Master Wan, thank you, goodbye."

"But who else is there when I know?" Wan Zhen asked hurriedly.

Leng Lu glanced at him: "Young Master Wan didn't take the opportunity to leave the palace?...Oh, I've already taken action early."

Wan Zhen frowned.

Her mind is as pure as a knife, and she should not see through it.

It seems that this cold dew has made great progress. Is it because I am no longer as cold dew as before, and I can still see through what I think.

This cold dew is beautiful, but it is not advisable to get along with each other for a long time. It is a wonderful thing to avoid it. It feels too uncomfortable to be seen through by others.

"I already know that the disciples in the sect will take action." Leng Lu said lightly: "It just so happened that they escaped from Zhennan City."

“How many people are there?”

“Not many, twelve.”

"Not many?" Wan Zhen was surprised: "It's easy to assassinate the little prince. There is no need to have so many people, right?"

"Four of these twelve people provide information and eight provide cover so that they can escape calmly after they succeed."

"Xuanjian Gate..." Wan Zhen said: "Does there be a big grudge against this Xuanjian Gate?"

"I have never made enemies, and my ideas are different." Leng Lu shook her head gently: "They pursue the blooming of all the martial arts worlds."

Wan Zhen was speechless.

"Let's go." Leng Lu waved her jade hand and disappeared.

Wan Zhen returned to the Nanwang Villa, met Dugu Xian, and told him what he saw.

Dugu Xian sat in the pavilion drinking tea, and said with a smile: "Since Aunt Leng takes action, they can't escape, and they can catch them one by one."

Wan Zhen frowned: "Little Prince, this situation doesn't look right."

“Hmm?”

"Many people oppose the Nanwang Mansion and Zhuyinsi."

"That's inevitable."

"Now they are starting to dance around with demons, just afraid of the royal palace..."

Dugu Xian was so angry that he heard it: "Really?"

Wan Zhen hesitated: "Little Prince, you...?"

"I can finally show my skills!" Dugu Xian put down the teacup and said excitedly: "The father is too heavy. There are many experts in the palace, but the father hides it and cannot be known."

Wan Zhen nodded.

He could feel that there were many masters in the Southern Prince's Mansion, but he couldn't figure out how many of them were.

"It's a pity that these masters are so unknown." Dugu Xian smiled with his palms, his little face seemed to be emitting light: "We must always make them famous and show their prestige?"
Chapter completed!