Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Soon everyone walked towards them. After all, who wants to die when they can live?

Zhuo Bufan looked around and only recognized three people. He walked over to his son and asked curiously, "What are you doing? Have you figured out a solution?"

Seeing that no one else wanted to reply, Zhuoran reluctantly uttered six words.

"Not sure, give it a try."

Zhuo Bufan was not annoyed. He had found his son many years ago and he already knew his character very well.

He is a taciturn person who won't talk if he can avoid it.

One word can solve the problem. I will never say two words, and I won’t even use any punctuation marks.

Looking at Jiang Li next to him, his eyes were filled with admiration and suspicion.

This man's disciples are all outstanding. As far as he knows, all six of them are now demigods.

Each one of them is unfathomable.

Even this person himself is a demigod, and although he wants to be jealous, he can't.

His son is his apprentice, his daughter-in-law is his apprentice, and even his savior is his apprentice.

When Zhuo Bufan saw him, he expressed his envy tens of thousands of times in his heart, but it was useless. After all, the other man was lucky to have an unfathomable, kind and righteous disciple.

Jiang Li noticed that he had a strange look in his eyes, but didn't take it seriously.

He can now walk sideways in this Sky Continent, and I believe no one dares to offend him.

Among these less than seventy people, more than a dozen are related to him, accounting for as much as 20%.

What's more, most of the people here have received favors from his apprentice. If he tells others about it, anyone who dares to do anything bad to him will be killed in minutes.

He is a very self-aware person and knows that he is not cut out to be a leader.

When he first became the master of a peak in Hualing Sect, besides having strong strength, it was because everyone just wanted to practice and did not covet power.

He was chosen because of his special spiritual roots.

Now, haha, if you can keep silent, then don’t say anything. Everyone can express their opinions, but as for whether to execute them or not, it is not up to others to decide.

Look, his five disciples are here, who would dare to disrespect them?

He ignored Zhuo Bufan's gaze and continued pretending to be a passerby.

Zhuo Bufan knew his adopted son's personality too well. He would never tell him anything unless he was asked. If he was asked, he would never hide anything he could say: "Did you find anything?"

Zhuoran: “Yeah!”

Zhuo Bufan was about to continue asking when he was interrupted.

"Lord Zhuo, let's ask someone else! Time is running out, so let's not waste time guessing."

"Yes! Ask them to send someone to communicate their findings to us."

A cold light flashed in Qian Yuting's eyes, and Qian Yuxiao walked up to the eldest senior brother calmly.

Qiao Xinxin leaned closer to Zhuoran.

Yang Hui sneered, crossed his arms, and said unscrupulously: "Where did these two masters come from? How dare you look down on me in front of me.

Do you know who he is? Let someone else ask. Ask, and we have someone who will answer you. Is there anyone like you?"

When others heard what Yang Hui said, they found that the original people had gathered behind Yang Hui.

The two sides have already formed a standoff invisibly.

The man said angrily: "You, who are you? Can't you find someone who can make the decision?"

"What, you look down on me? I said I can make the decision, but you dare to insult my brother? I think you are tired of living!

If you want to die, not only can the people of Xingyang Temple help you, but we can too!"

After Yang Hui finished speaking, his aura was fully released, he took out his magic sword and pointed it directly at the two of them.

The two men stared at the sword in front of them, not daring to act rashly, and lowered their heads without looking at Yang Hui.

When Zhuo Bufan saw that his son was surrounded by people, he realized that his cold son was protected by many experts.

Coupled with the mysterious Thousand Jade Water, his son's strength is much stronger than he imagined.

Zhuo Bufan walked to the side of Yang Hui, stared at the two people who had just spoken, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to ask, ask yourself. I care about my son, what does it have to do with you two Taoist friends?"

Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the others looked at each other in surprise.

I didn't expect that the man just now was Zhuo Bufan's son. Does this mean that there are at least two demigods in the Beichen Domain Lord's Mansion?

No, judging from the attitude of the others in protecting the Zhuo family kid, there are definitely not just two of them. The force behind them is probably even stronger.

Everyone's eyes flickered. No one at the demigod level was a fool. There was no need to get upset over a trivial matter, especially the two people who had just spoken, who were sweating profusely.

"I'm sorry, Lord Zhuo, Master Zhuo, we didn't mean that. We were just too anxious and our tone wasn't very nice."

"Yes, it's our attitude that's bad. Please forgive us now that we are in a life-and-death situation. This is a small token of my appreciation to you two."

After the speaker finished speaking, he took out two storage rings and pushed them in front of Zhuoran and his son.

Zhuoran felt warm in his heart when he saw his fellow apprentices and friends standing in front of him.

With Junior Sister Qian around, he doesn’t care about these things.

However, this was the justice that everyone sought for him, and seeing that Zhuo Bufan accepted it without hesitation, he did not hesitate either.

When others saw this, they suddenly didn't know how to start.

This time, Zhuo Bufan did not go to Zhuoran to ask questions, but went directly to Yang Hui to ask the reason.

Yang Hui also gave Zhuo Bufan face and told him their ideas.

When the rest of the people heard this, they thought this method was good. As long as the distance between the two bindings was larger, it would not affect the performance.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, how many people can this cloth carry?"

"You can't take so many people with you. Think of other ways on your own."

Yang Hui directly refused, saying that he was not familiar with them, so why should he help them.

There were a few people in this group who had a decent relationship with him, and he then pointed them out one by one.

Like the Murong brothers and sisters, Ren Heixin and others, and seven more people were picked out.

After tying it up again in front of everyone, they realized that he didn't say that on purpose.

Some people were unwilling to give up and continued to ask: "Do you still have this cloth? We will not let you suffer a loss, so you can buy it!"

"Oh, buy? Do you think I really want to sell it? Do you know what kind of cloth this is? I want to buy it!"

Yang Hui was still angry with them. When those two people were talking just now, no one else stopped them, and he had already singled out the people who did.

As for the rest, let them die.

"Is there anything else to say about this cloth?"

"Why would I tell you what I'm asking? Go figure it out on your own and stop asking questions here."

"What are you..."

Just as the man was about to reprimand, someone covered his mouth and dragged him away.

"Well, let's discuss it first to see if there are any other solutions."

Yang Hui ignored these people and sat cross-legged with a group of people, continuing to recover from their injuries, with Guiyi and Zixiao protecting them.

The man was released only after the other group of people walked away.

"What do you mean, why don't you let me say it?"

"Just be quiet, do you know what kind of cloth that is? Just buy it!"

"What cloth?"

Others were also very curious. The best clothes in the Sky Continent were the ninth-level fairy clothes. Could they be better than this?