The night passed, and the Ye family still looked calm and without any turbulence. But in fact, after Wu Mingkong returned to his room at night, all the tribe members or slaves who had some connections were pulled to question, and they even went to the garden without torture, without any turbulence.

"My Lord, the young master has been waiting in the front yard for a long time." A voice came from outside Wu Mingkong Gate.

Wu Mingkong didn't return, so he opened the door and went out.

Under the guidance of the slave, he soon arrived at the so-called front yard, where Zhu Chong, Ye Li, and Yin Zhengliang were having breakfast.

"Sir Yijun, eat something?" Zhu Chong held a handful of pasta like steamed buns and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wu Mingkong shook his head: "I have already fasted my stomach and have not eaten these for a long time."

These things don’t have much nutrition for Wu Mingkong, so it’s better to breathe directly at once. Moreover, digestion requires energy, which is relatively unworthy.

The three of them had some questions in their hearts, what is this fasting thing, why not eat?

But he didn't dare to ask. Anyway, Zhu Chong and Yin Zhengliang had never seen Wu Mingkong eat anything along the way, so he had long been used to it.

Seeing that Wu Mingkong didn't eat, the three of them ate much faster, not as slowly as they had eaten before, and the wind swept and clouds dealt with a large table of food in front of them.

Zhu Chong wiped his mouth with his hand, and saw that Ye Li had finished his last sip of porridge, which was the slowest thing for Yin Zhengliang.

"This Qinglian Sect is not far from here, I can..." Before Ye Li finished speaking, a voice came.

"Don't worry, Master, I've arranged it for you long ago, and the carriage is waiting outside."

Seeing the visitor, Ye Li said thank you: "Thank you, Elder Chengzhi."

"Young Master is thanking you so much. I have to ask Lord Yijun to take care of you this time." Ye Chengzhi replied and looked at Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong was confused, who is this guy?

Then I remembered that this was the unlucky supporter who fought with him for the bloodthirsty sword. Ye Li's father mentioned it last night, but because Wu Mingkong really couldn't remember these people who could not squeeze out surplus value, he subconsciously forgot Ye Chengzhi.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Wu Mingkong certainly had to take good care of these two lucky samples. If he hurt him, he would feel more distressed than anyone else. These two lucky samples are Wu Mingkong's current treasures.

When Wu Mingkong thought of this, he remembered Yao Yang.

I couldn't help but mutter: "Then Yao Yang is not the one who has never appeared in the game. It seems that they all use swords after all, but the gap is a bit big."

Of course, this is just a guess. Wu Mingkong has never been confirmed because Yao Yang is very strange. Wu Mingkong did not study the luck deeply before, so he could only see the weirdness, but he couldn't see the weirdness. But now if he took a look, he might be able to see it more clearly.

"Then I'll trouble you, Lord Yijun, this time. I'm a tragic matter and can't be with you. When Lord Yijun returns from Qinglian Gate, I will definitely ask Lord Yijun to return without getting drunk." Ye Chengzhi said with his fists and left very casually.

This made Wu Mingkong speechless. Who is this? If you have any questions, drink alcohol and don’t have any worries.

In the world, most warriors like fine wine, like beauty, and practice martial arts. Of course, this is only the vast majority, because they are not qualified to enter the chess game of masters. Masters are fighting for power, and beautiful wine, beauty, and other things are all paths. Only high strength is the ticket to chess.

Of course Wu Mingkong didn't return him, so he didn't drink.

After leaving the Ye family, there was a carriage waiting at the door, and there were a few people who looked like good at the martial arts world to accompany him. Wu Mingkong glanced at him. One of the spiritual cultivation realms, three of the Gangqi realms and more than thirty body tempering realms were probably strong. Among them, only Yin Zhengliang, a weak chicken, was worse than them. He just picked them casually. It was no trouble to pinch them to death. Just wanting to pinch the ant, you had to squat down to find them. It was just one trick to pinch them to death.

A large group of people set out in a mighty manner, and pedestrians on the road avoided each other, and Wu Mingkong did not ride a black man outside. Most of the people in this thing showed up in public, which was a little embarrassed.

The momentum was huge along the way, so I didn’t meet anyone who was blind to provoke or just popped up a young man from the next village and shouted that he had been going on for thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully the young man’s poor or something. It was very calm.

Wu Mingkong was a little uneasy. He watched his three connected luck grow little by little as they left the city. Judging from the current growth trend, the efficiency of this growth is doubling.

However, the growth of this luck is not proportional to the current situation. No one is pretending to slap in the face, and no one is coming to attack or killing treasures in the sky, but it is particularly calm.

"The storm is coming, the wind is filling the building. This thing is really weird."

Wu Mingkong didn't say this, and it was useless to say it, so he could only add variables.

Looking at the Qinglian Gate getting closer and closer, Wu Mingkong found that the sky seemed to be getting darker, and even the wind blowing from outside was a little noisy.

"It's going to rain, it's nonsense. Isn't it still a rare sun when I go out in the morning?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help but complain.

"The climate in Jiangnan has always been like this, it is inevitable that the clouds and rains will not stop." Ye Li heard Wu Mingkong's complaints and explained.

Wu Mingkong did a divination and it was still auspicious.

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but have a headache. This technique is good and bad, but it is a bit tricky.

From afar, the outline of the Qinglian Gate had already appeared faintly.

But at this moment, thick dark clouds were lingering on the Qinglian Sect, and lightning and thunder were roaring in the dark clouds, as if they were raising some great terror.

Wu Mingkong also discovered this, and the energy was disordered. Wu Mingkong could only barely see an extreme sharp meaning filled the luck, and it looked like it was entangled with each other.

Until later, a ray of lightning as thick as a water tank slashed down, and Wu Mingkong couldn't help but say a word.

"Who in this Qinglian Sect is stupid and has done something that is angry and resentful, and will be struck by lightning." Wu Mingkong said this, but when the thunder came down, Wu Mingkong felt that the person who was struck was the one who was struck was the one who was struck.

When the sharp intention shrank, Wu Mingkong then saw clearly what the luck he was entangled with was.

"Is this a fate or a ghost that never disperses?"
Chapter completed!