bookcurios Chapter 217: Goldface's Confidence
Chapter 217: Goldface's Confidence
Chu Xinglan was walking at the end of the line of disciples, so he naturally heard what he said.
However, he suppressed his subconscious urge to look over there and only looked in the direction of the two people with his peripheral vision.
Sang Yunqi, who had been calm and composed at first, finally showed some emotion when he heard him mention Chu Xinglan.
His eyes also fell on Yinmian for the first time.
Yinmian felt that Sang Yunqi could see through his flesh and blood, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. It was only because of the mask that he did not lose his composure.
But in a moment, Sang Yunqi withdrew his gaze and walked forward.
When he could no longer feel that captivating aura, Yinmian seemed to collapse. He fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for breath.
The man in black robe next to him didn't know what was going on and hurried over to support Yinmian.
"Master Yinsan, are you okay?"
Yinmian took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress the fear in his heart and stood up with the help of the person next to him.
"No problem, go call Yin Er over, the people from Hanshan Temple should be here soon."
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Because the secret realm was not far from the Shangguan family, they did not take a flying boat this time.
Especially among these people, the lowest level of cultivation has reached the Golden Core Stage, and they can all fly. In a short while, the air was densely packed with various kinds of innate magical instruments, which were carrying their masters forward without complaint.
At this moment, Chu Xinglan was holding his Longqian Sword, standing there with a dark face, motionless. There was no other reason, it was just that he didn't know how.
It's not that he didn't learn it, but he had never learned how to fly a sword. He just secretly looked at other people's hand gestures, hoping to learn from them, but it was of no use. He didn't know if there were any other mantras or something.
Especially the few disciples who were left behind with him, seeing that he did not move, spoke with concern.
"Xinglan, let's go quickly. The elders will be gone soon."
Looking at his own master walking leisurely and steadily in the air ahead as if he were walking on flat ground, Chu Xinglan felt envious.
At a time like this, even if he could run fast, he couldn't run behind him. That would be too embarrassing.
Fortunately, at this time, Qi Yu stepped on his sword and turned back. Seeing that he was still there, his face was still expressionless as always.
"I'll take you. I just have something to tell you."
Chu Xinglan was so moved that he almost cried when he saw this. Although Qi Yu still looked like someone owed him money, he actually found a reasonable excuse for him. He admitted that he had been too loud in his opposition before. Senior Brother Qi Yu was really a good man.
He jumped onto Qi Yu's sword with a calm face, and grabbed one of Qi Yu's sleeves in a corner where no one else could see.
The next second, the flying sword flew forward like an arrow.
After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, Chu Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in a low voice.
"Thank you."
"It's a small matter, not much effort."
When the flying sword caught up with Chen Xiu and was traveling side by side with him, its speed slowly slowed down, keeping the same distance from the main force.
Chen Xiu subconsciously turned his head and saw Chu Xinglan, feeling a little annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Xinglan, I forgot about you just now. Come over here and I'll take you."
Chu Xinglan did not ignore the flash of discomfort on his face. She knew in her heart that he was hiding something, so she waved her hand indifferently.
"It's okay. You have a lot of things to do. It's normal to forget. It's okay if Senior Brother Qi Yu takes me with him."
Chen Xiu looked at the two of them standing steadily on the sword with some distance between them, and didn't say anything else.
In just a quarter of an hour, the two black-robed men leading the way slowed down and finally landed in a wide square.
They could already see quite a few people in the square, probably people from other sects who had arrived earlier than them.
Every few steps around the square, there was a man in a black robe standing upright. On the high platform on the west side of the square, there were some men in black robes wearing silver masks sitting. At a glance, there were no less than hundreds of people.
In the middle of the silver-faced man in black robe, there was a gold-faced man sitting. According to Chu Xinglan's guess, this guy should be one level higher than the silver-faced man.
This time, if nothing else, at least they have a better understanding of the Black Robe Organization.
When the golden-faced man saw Sang Yunqi and Feng Yao, he stood up and walked down the steps to greet them.
Knowing that Sang Yunqi was unwilling to deal with this kind of situation, Feng Yao took the initiative to step forward when she sensed that the golden-faced man opposite was in the late Mahayana stage.
Before Jinmian could speak, he said, "We have come here at your request. I wonder where our disciples are now."
Before she landed, she had already used her spiritual sense to scan the entire square, and did not find the kidnapped disciples.
I'm asking directly now, on the one hand because I'm worried, and on the other hand I'm too lazy to play dumb with these people and say useless things.
Now that the opposing trend is clear, talking about those empty words would only be a waste of time.
Jinmian didn't expect her to be so direct. He was surprised for a moment, but when no one noticed, he responded naturally.
"Why are you so anxious, Fairy Fengyao? Many of the heads of the various families have already arrived. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea first?"
Feng Yao snorted coldly, and the pressure of the late Mahayana stage on her body dissipated. Her tone was icy: "Do you think that you, a late Mahayana stage person, can show off in front of me?"
Jinmian stood firmly in place, and his smiling eyes turned cold.
"Fairy Fengyao has a bad temper."
"Those disciples are fine now, so we won't lie about this. But if Fairy Fengyao continues to be so unreasonable, I can't guarantee it."
After he finished saying this, all the black-robed men in the field looked towards this side solemnly, with their weapons drawn three-quarters of their way.
It seems that as long as Jinmian gives the order, these people will take action directly.
Ever since Feng Yao became the Palace Master of Yuehua Palace, except for Sang Yunqi, she hasn't seen anyone who is so tough in front of her and dares to threaten her directly for many years.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she examined the person in front of her, her heart sinking slightly.
This gold-faced man was much more calm and composed than the previous silver-faced man. He did not even flinch when he looked her in the eye, and even chose to confront her head-on.
In other words, Jinmian is standing here at this moment, and he feels very confident in front of her and Sang Yunqi.
She didn't think that the person who could cultivate to the Mahayana stage was a fool. She felt that she could control those disciples by using their lives and prevent them from acting rashly.
So where does his confidence come from?
At this moment, Sang Yunqi, who had been keeping his eyes closed and silent, suddenly opened his eyes and his sharp gaze shot straight to a spot in the air.
The next second, the Kunwu sword flew out, carrying a huge amount of spiritual power and turned into a silver light and stabbed towards that place.