Chapter 83 Fan Xiuwen

The black knight didn't say anything and followed.

All five of them were wearing masks, and they didn't know what their expressions were.

They put the black horse at the foot of the mountain and walked down the steps towards the Motian Pavilion.

Halfway through, Fan Xiuwen suddenly stopped and said lightly, "Who is sneaking around?"

A Tsing Yi shuttled through the forest on the right, jumping from one tree to another.

Xiao Yuan'er stood on the tree trunk and said, "It's so ugly."

She said "ugly" rather than scary.

"Sir... This Demon Heaven Pavilion is so disrespectful to me! Or..."

Fan Xiuwen raised his hand and interrupted him.

Then continue climbing.

If he can tolerate Ming Shiyin killing four black knights, and even such insulting words are going to be violent, then how can he be the leader of this black knight. When he was firmly on the black list back then, there were many more people insulting him than this, and he would not take it to heart no matter how ugly it was. Years of tempering, he has long seen through all this.

After seeing the person, Xiaoyuan'er made a face at Ming Shiyin and flew back to the mountain.

Up and down the mountain, she is the only one who can come and go freely without restraint. Who let the master dote on her alone.

Ming Shiyin shook his head helplessly and said:

"My little junior sister is like this... everyone, don't be angry."

Fan Xiuwen said calmly, "It's okay."

After a while.

Everyone came to the Motian Pavilion and slowly stepped into the hall.

Ming Shiyin's eyes swept away... and found that Zhao Yue and Ye Tianxin were also there, but they were sitting on the chairs a little tired.

There are also Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and Duanmusheng standing on the left.

Fan Xiuwen put one hand behind him, and his waist stood straight.

Four subordinates, standing in a square, followed behind.

The hall became quiet... and his eyes focused on these five people.

Fan Xiuwen's gaze fell directly on Lu Zhou, the old man sitting above the hall.

At the moment when the eyes crossed, Fan Xiuwen was puzzled... It is rumored that Ji Tiandao's lifespan is approaching, and the practice of about a thousand years will return to the heaven and earth with the arrival of the end.

Fan Xiuwen's judgment of the breath of life is different from ordinary people... This old man who is famous all over the world in front of him really only has a lifespan of about fifteen years. As for the cultivation base, he can't perceive it... Forcibly perceiving it is tantamount to provocation, and it is not very wise.

"Fan Xiuwen...I have seen Senior Ji." Fan Xiuwen spoke first, neither humble nor arrogant, neither hurry nor slow.

The four subordinates handed over at the same time.

Lu Zhou couldn't see their expressions, he also seemed very calm, and he also couldn't see his anger and anger, and said, "Give a seat."

The meaning of these words is obvious.

Overlooking, condescending, top-to-bottom tone!

Fan Xiuwen took his seat, cupped his hands and said, "I heard that Senior Ji wants to see me... I didn't dare to neglect to lead the black cavalry, and hurried to Motian Pavilion non-stop. I don't know Senior Ji, what can you teach me?"

Lu Zhou stroked his beard, put his finger on Ye Tianxin's body, and said, "Do you recognize this person..."

Fan Xiuwen saw Ye Tianxin, who was sitting on the opposite chair with an unusually white face, through the sight of the mask.

Shaking his head, "I don't know."

Answered frankly.

Seeing this, Xiaoyuan'er giggled and said, "This is the sixth disciple that my master has accepted, my senior sister, Ye Tianxin... bah bah, traitor!"

"It turned out to be the seventh disciple of Motian Pavilion, disrespectful and disrespectful." Fan Xiuwen said softly.

Lu Zhou nodded and said calmly, "Yulong Village, do you still have any impressions?"

Fan Xiuwen was in a state of stillness.

The thick armor and the ink-colored mask blocked his expression, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Fan Xiuwen shook his head, expressing no impression.

After all, Yulong Village is too small. As the leader of the Black Knights, how could he remember such a small village?

"Why did the senior ask about Yulong Village?" Fan Xiuwen asked.

"Ye Tianxin." Lu Zhou solemnly named Ye Tianxin's name.

Ye Tian's heart trembled slightly, barely holding his body, and said lightly: "Yulong Village, the whole village has 354 people. One hundred and fifty years ago, they were slaughtered."

The rest she did not continue.

After Ye Tianxin left Jinting Mountain, she went to investigate the matter... After much trouble, the results of the investigation all pointed to her master. That is, Ji Tiandao, the owner of the world-famous Demon Heaven Pavilion.

Fan Xiuwen nodded and said, "So that's the case, I deeply regret the slaughter of Yulong Village. But..." He changed the subject and looked at Lu Zhou, "That's why the old senior called me here. ?"

"Not bad." Lu Zhou said plainly.

"What's with me?"

"The plans in the palace and the ground show that the person who slaughtered Yulong Village is this seat."

Although I didn't see Fan Xiuwen's expression.

But there was still a slight movement in his body.

I don't know whether to be surprised or nervous.

"What happened?" Fan Xiuwen expressed surprise.

When Lu Zhou spoke about himself.

Everyone could clearly feel that Ye Tianxin's expression was a little unnatural.

"The Black Knights are the dark forces of the Dayan Royal Family, so naturally the records in the palace will not be recorded." Lu Zhou said calmly.

Fan Xiuwen cupped his hands and said, "It's a pity... Now the practitioners, everyone knows that the black knight is the dark part of the royal family."

"Didn't the black rider go to the Tianjiang River?" Lu Zhou asked rhetorically.

Hear this question.

Fan Xiuwen seemed to have expected this for a long time.

He is smart.

From the moment he brought up Ye Tianxin's matter, he understood what Lu Zhou wanted to say.

Fan Xiuwen laughed hoarsely, his voice was low, and it spread throughout the Motian Pavilion.

"The matter of Yulong Village... Let's put it aside for now. I came to Motian Pavilion, and there is one more thing I want to discuss with the seniors."

"Speak." Lu Zhou said.

"A message from the palace." Fan Xiuwen's attitude also became respectful, "The previous actions of Motian Pavilion, the palace does not care about it, including Mingshi's killing of four black knights, it can be written off. There is only one condition—"

He paused, raised his head, looked around, and said, "That is, from now on, Motian Pavilion will not interfere with the Dayan Royal Family for ten years."

There was silence in the hall.

Several apprentices looked at each other.

The four confidants, including Fan Xiuwen, also knew about the mission of the leader on this trip.

Fortunately, the content of the task is this... There are many practitioners in the world of great flame... The strong are like forests. Some strong people are afraid of the power in the palace, and will not easily interfere in various conflicts in the palace; some are recruited into the palace and become the power of one of the big men.

After a brief pause, Fan Xiuwen added: "The black cavalry does not want to be an enemy of the Motian Pavilion, and does not have the qualifications and strength... These words only represent the request of the black cavalry, and I hope the old seniors will fulfill it."

When he finished speaking, he did not continue.

It is also a sign of intention.

Everyone looked at Lu Zhou, waiting for his opening.

However, Ming Shiyin was the first to speak: "The last person who made a big deal of nonsense here... has already gone west. Why, you want to learn from him too?"

Fan Xiuwen cupped his hands: "Don't dare."

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Leng Luo."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Fan Xiuwen's heart moved, and his whole body froze.

"You, are you threatening this seat?"

PS: The second update is coming, the recommended ticket summoning technique biubiubiu...