As soon as I got off the mountain, the stunning female CEO took me home

at this time.

In a room deep on the top floor.

Several old men were practicing cross-leggedly, and the atmosphere was solemn.

And sitting on the top chair was an old man with gray hair and a Tang suit.

The old man had a white beard and was full of fairy spirit. He sat at the top with slightly narrowed eyes, full of majesty.

It was none other than Grandmaster Qianjie, the famous martial arts master of the ancient martial arts sect of the Southern School.

The Southern Ancient Martial Arts Sect is the most powerful ancient martial arts sect in the south. It has many disciples and ten martial arts masters.

The top ten martial arts masters ranked in order of strength are: Grandmaster Huanglong, Grandmaster Xuantian, Grandmaster Batian, Grandmaster Lieyang, Grandmaster Xingcui, Grandmaster Jiuxiao, Grandmaster Zidian, Grandmaster Sword Master, Grandmaster Guangfeng, and Grandmaster Thousand Tribulations.

"The Grandmaster is in trouble!"

At this time, a young man in black walked into the lobby with small steps, walked up to the Thousand Tribulations Grandmaster, knelt down on one knee and reported, "Yan Fengtian's mission failed. He was killed by a young man!"

"Who is so arrogant? How dare you attack my disciples of the Southern Sect?" Grandmaster Qianjie asked, his voice like the sound of an ancient bell, strong and powerful.

"Master, this disciple is willing to go and investigate. No matter who kills a disciple of our southern sect's ancient martial arts sect, he must pay with his life!"

At this time, a middle-aged man next to Master Qianjie stood up and said.

A middle-aged man took the lead.

The others stood up one after another. Although they remained silent, their eyes showed deep disdain.

"There is no need for Master to take action, just leave it to a few of us!"

At this time, a young man stood up next to the middle-aged man. He was the middle-aged man's disciple.

"Yan Fengtian doesn't practice his skills well on weekdays. He just idles around all day long. He thinks that he has achieved the skills. Little does he know that he is the weakest one among us. This time, his strength is not as good as others. He was killed. It is entirely his own fault."

"It's just to smear the face of our Southern Ancient Martial Sect and make outsiders think that only Yan Fengtian is as good as Yan Fengtian in our sect! This time, my disciple will definitely get this face back. In addition, let the murderer's blood be paid with blood." In addition to tasting it, I also have to fulfill my uncle's order and get the jade pendant back."

The middle-aged man had a satisfied smile on his face, bowed slightly to his disciple, then turned back and asked the Master of Thousand Tribulations, "Master, look..."

Master Qianjie sighed and was about to speak.

"Peng!"

At this moment, a shocking loud noise suddenly exploded in everyone's ears!

I saw the door not far away, just like the Titan deep submersible imploding. In an instant, countless sawdust were shot towards everyone present.

Some even pierced the wall like arrows.

penetrating!

"hiss……"

The whole room suddenly gasped.

Everyone's eyes instantly looked toward the door.

Just saw it, at the doorway where countless debris and dust were floating.

In the haze, a figure appeared.

A white T-shirt with words on it, a pair of trousers that are more ordinary than ordinary, and a poor girl's outfit that is more ordinary than ordinary.

But the temperament radiating around him made everyone feel an unprecedented coldness.

As if Satan from hell was reborn, his eyes that slowly raised his eyelids exuded the terror from hell.

"No need to look for it! I'm here!!!"

A lazy and extremely cold voice came out of this person's mouth.

As he spoke, he walked closer to them step by step.

The steps are light.

But it struck hard on the hearts of everyone in the room.

It seemed that the whole world was now filled with this terrifying footsteps that shocked the soul.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at him, but they also looked through him and behind him.

Behind him, many men in black were already lying in confusion.

These people are all disciples of the Southern Ancient Martial Sect.

Each disciple has a leaf of Lucky Bamboo stuck in his throat like a steel nail.

No life.