Chapter 4478

With the fall of Bian Haixiang's voice, only heard in the cave is at this time a faint old but full of vitality voice from the inside slowly.

At the same time, because of the promise of the voice, the middle-aged man's face was dignified and solemn. He stood up slowly and strode towards the cave.

In the cave, there is an ice bed carved by a piece of ice of ten thousand years old.

On the ice bed, there is a man sitting on the ice bed with a peaceful breath, without any trace of real fluctuation.

Bian Haixiang knelt on one knee again before he came to the ice bed. He bowed and bowed.

"Master, disciple Bian Haixiang has come to plead guilty, and I hope master will punish him!"

At first glance, the face of the man on the ice bed was only a young man of twenty-five or six years old.

But if you look at it carefully, you will feel that he is already in his 60s, like a middle-aged old man in his fifties or sixties.

It has to be said that this is a very difficult to see through the existence of its age!

After hearing Bian Haixiang's words, the man slowly opened his eyes. A pair of eyes contained the universe, which was vast and profound, and his mouth was even faintly spitting out a word.

"Bian Haixiang, what are you guilty of?"

The man looked at Bian Haixiang, who was kneeling under his own ice bed on one knee.

looking at him like that, he did not seem to be looking at his disciples, but a kind of standing on the sky looking down on a prostrate, shivering crowd.

However, it is seldom known that the middle-aged man named Bian Haixiang, who kneels on one knee in front of him, is the chief disciple of this man.

At the same time, Bian Haixiang is also one of the top disciples in his seat in the cultivation of his talent and understanding.

"Master, younger martial brother Chu and another local level killer of the Luocha organization are all reported in China, among which, younger martial brother Chu has been killed in the cities of China and Hangzhou."

"I know that I can't avenge Mr. Chu because of my limited ability. I'm here to ask the master for punishment."

After Bian Haixiang said here, he was holding his hands on the ground and paying homage to the spot. His forehead hit the frozen soil heavily and sent out "Dong --!" A muffled sound reverberates in the ice caves, which has not dispersed for a long time.

Although Chu Yuntian, his close disciple, died in a foreign country, how could Qin Zongheng care about half a cent because of such trivial matters?

If you want him to be Qin Zongheng, he has been running around the world for dozens of years. If you go into the realm of no one, you will receive 80 disciples if you don't have 100.

One or two of them are harmless. They are floating clouds in the sky.

Moreover, compared with the death of his apprentice, Qin Zongheng is more concerned about his supreme pursuit of the truth!

"Oh, whose hand did Chu Yuntian die?"

Qin vertical and horizontal, eyes drooping, tone of indifference, road.

It is not difficult to tell from his indifferent tone that this man is totally indifferent to the death of his so-called closed disciple Chu Yuntian.

"Back to master, this is just a young man who has just completed his weak crown."

When Bian Haixiang said this, he gave a very straightforward answer, but there was a cold sweat about the size of a soybean seed on his forehead. As soon as he dropped from his cheek, he had already fallen into the ground as an ice crystal www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!