Chapter 327

the crowd saw that the wind was fearless, his face was excited and anxious, and he quickly swept the message symbol on his right hand with his spiritual sense.

Zeng Yushu clenched his fists and waited for him to say the words "return without success". However, he saw that his face suddenly changed. It was panic, disappointment and pain.

He didn't seem to believe the herald, and he sent out his spirit again, but his face grew desperate.

"Suddenly," Zeng Yushu stood up from his seat, his face even more iron green.

The only hope now is that the man is not among them.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anxiety and anxiety. He asked in a gentle tone: "is the southwest theater OK?"

After asking this, he immediately regretted it because he had not thought clearly. If the answer is not the answer he wants, then, fengwuwei, is he going to stay or not?

Feng Wuwei was pale, and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength. He had no dignity as a monk. He sat on a wooden bench with his hands hanging down. His back was heavily leaning on his back, making a "Dong" sound. He did not feel pain.

Zeng Yushu was completely desperate and fearless. He was also a man of great responsibility. Otherwise, he would not have been able to be the senior brother of the fourth generation of disciples?

Now, I'm afraid it's serious.

Stay or not?

At this time, what he thought was not the pain of elder martial brother's tearing heart and lung. What he thought was that his elder martial brother was so angry that he killed the wind fearlessly, and then led a group of loose cultivation and monsters to fight with Yimen in an all-round way.

At this time, elder martial brother already has this reputation and strength. The old ape will certainly stand by the elder martial brother. Lin Wufeng will naturally have an old ape to deal with.

But in the end, the elder martial brother slaughtered all the Yi men, and xiuxianjie scuffled again, and his strength was greatly damaged.

When the Zerg come back, the Xiuxian world will be defeated and there will be no one to use.

"No, elder martial brother. I really can't do this." Zeng Yushu thought of this and muttered to himself.

Sun Xiuyuan, an acute son, couldn't help it for a long time.

Seeing the wind without fear, the six gods have no master and collapse in despair. Zeng Yushu's face is black and blue, murmuring to himself like a madman.

What's going on here?

"Senior brother, what's going on in the southwest theater?" Once again, he asked the outstanding man what he wanted to ask.

Feng Wuwei was reminded by him and reluctantly came back to God, but he did not answer the question. Instead, he said weakly, "no, I want to go back. I want to go back to see the master."

"Master?" Xiao Wuji is a very shrewd man. He had already guessed from their expressions that something had happened in the southwest war zone. Now Feng Wuji wants to go back to see his master.

"Elder martial brother, what happened to elder Yan?"

Feng Wuwei really woke up at this time. He was also a responsible person. He knew that grief had no effect at this time, so he plucked up his spirit and read out the contents of the Herald:

"the southwest war zone today lured the Zerg. Because Yan Changkong was greedy and rash, he provoked the Zerg to attack in an all-round way. His Qi refining disciples lost 181 and his disciples in the early stage of foundation building lost seven.

In the middle of the period, one of his disciples lost. Yan Changkong himself broke both legs and recuperated with the body of sin. Later, he was punished according to the rules of the sect. "

The tone of this summons is actually the tone of Lin Wufeng. Why doesn't he call back the wind without fear?

Is it also a test of wind's fearlessness to see whether he has the heart to return?

Zeng Yushu clenched his teeth tightly and did not let himself tremble. In the middle of foundation construction, one of his disciples lost. Was it really Qiu Xiyin?

As long as the younger martial sister has nothing to do, the big loss that day can be made up for.

If the younger martial sister has something to do... He seems to see the elder martial brother leave the pass and kill the immortal cultivation world in a bloodbath with corpses all over the place.

But what about the millions of ordinary people?

"Who was the elder in the middle of the foundation construction?" He asked, his eyes flushed. This was asked by clenching his teeth, so he spat word by word out of his mouth.

"Not mentioned." The wind suddenly stood up without fear, "younger martial brother Zeng, I want to return to the gate of change, please allow me."

When they saw him suddenly standing up, they seemed to have put aside all their feelings. Now they just want to go back and rectify Yimen.

Therefore, his body exudes a momentum of giving up his or her own, which is just like that of the commander. People have to believe that he has this ability.

Zeng Yushu glared at his eyes and suddenly narrowed, covering his red eyes.

"Shua", the green light fan opens in front of the body, the body seems to be very hot, the right hand sticks to the blue light fan in the chest a fan fan fan.

The first call to younger martial brother Zeng implies that he is also a disciple of the Yi clan. Now, something important happens in the sect, so you can't ignore it.

The second word of address refers to the recognition and respect of one's own, but it also indicates that in front of the interests of the change door, other people or things are all ornaments, which can be recognized if they are beneficial or not.

Zeng Yushu secretly thought, squinting eyes and the wind fearless.As expected, he is a disciple of the sect. Everything is focused on the interests of the sect. He is really the elder martial brother. He becomes extremely sharp when he meets a big event.

But, do you want to stay or not?

The fan in the right hand is fanning faster and faster. A cool wind blows people in the hall to feel cold.

"Exactly." Zeng Yushu vomited a word from his teeth, and his whole body fell on the wooden stool, but the fan fanned him more eagerly.

Sun Xiuyuan, Xiao Wuji, Li Hongbao and Zhao Jinwen immediately stood up and bowed their hands and said, "we will go with you, master. Please approve."

Once again, there was no one to see from his eyes

"Thank you, commander. I'll leave immediately." The wind is not afraid to say in a deep voice.

"Yes, but on one condition, we will immediately summon and ask who is in the middle stage of foundation construction?"

Zeng Yushu holds the right hand joint of Qingguang fan, which is white. He tries his best to suppress the anger in his heart and transfers it to his right hand. The green light fan is shaking with a loud sound.

The green light fan fanned more and more quickly.

Feng Wuwei is a little surprised. Why does he always stick to this problem.

In the middle period of foundation building in Yimen, there were not only two people, either one or the other. What's the significance of this?

But all of a sudden, he shot his eyes and looked up.

Although the tiger's eyes are squinting, the red silk in the eyes is still faintly visible. The right hand joint is white. Why should we exert so much force?

In the middle period of Yimen foundation construction, there were only master and younger sister Qiu Xiyin.

Since the master broke his leg, the other one must be younger martial sister.

In my mind, the younger martial sister has a unique face and heart, but it's a pity that she has no match for her aptitude.

But all of a sudden, a figure appeared beside her in her mind.

Feng Wuwei grabs his fists without fear. How can he forget Yi Heng? If something happened to my younger martial sister, would Yi Heng give up?

Now, the man above and Yi Hengqing compare brothers, how can they give up?

However, he did not feel the killing intention from Zeng Yushu's eyes, but felt pity.

"Whoosh", a herald issued from his hand, he knew that if he did not ask clearly today, he would not die, but he could never leave.

It was known that he would summon him back, so he had to wait for an answer in the depressed hall.

The only sound left in the hall is the sound of the fan.

As the incense sticks passed, sweat began to flow down their faces, but they did not dare to make any movement.

"Whoosh", a white light from the door fly in, into the wind fearless hands.

The crowd was nervous and said, "here we are again."

And then they come to the conclusion, why say "again"?