Everyone was like frightened birds, turning their heads in unison to look in the direction where the sound came.

Yan Ling and Yu Jin even acted as defensive, with a vigilant look and were ready to run away at any time.

Instead, Fu Qinghou, who was seriously injured, was the most calm.

He knows who the visitor is.

Accompanied by difficult words of joy and anger, Pei Huajun, with a well-proportioned figure and a magnificent face, slowly walked out of the shadow, and quietly walked as he walked.

He was still wearing a black cloak, his breath was deeply hidden, as if he was integrated with the darkness around him.

Behind Pei Huajun, there were several warriors masked in black scarfs.

Although the warriors were of varying height, fat and thin, and covered their appearance, without exception, they all emitted the unique fluctuations of the Master Huajin.

As the top force in the Yanhuang martial arts world, Zhenwu Sect is naturally full of strong people, and the number of Grandmasters of Huajin is far greater than that of other sects.

They divided the elders in the sect into four levels: guest elders, outer hall elders, inner hall elders and real power elders, with their status from low to high.

The guest elders are just taking the name, not holding any power, nor enjoying any treatment.

The elder of the Outer Hall is the Grand Master Huajin who joined the Zhenwu Sect halfway. He will automatically obtain this title regardless of the level of the realm and can receive a certain amount of money or resources every month.

As for the elders of the inner hall, only the Grandmaster of Huajin cultivated by Zhenwu Sect can serve as the position of the greater one.

Higher and better treatment are the backbone of the Presbyterian Church.

The best among the elders in the inner hall can be promoted to the elders of real power.

Above the real power elders, the head of the Presbyterian Council, also known as the chief elder, has huge power and is sometimes enough to compete with the head.

Currently, the first seat of the Presbyterian Church of Zhenwu Sect is Wang Lingjun.

However, Wang Lingjun is indifferent by nature and is obsessed with martial arts. He often travels around the world and rarely cares about internal affairs. Therefore, his power is divided by the top ten powerful elders.

Pei Huajun is the leader of the top ten powerful elders, with a high status and a noble status, so there is no need to say much.

As soon as he appeared, Yan Ling and Yu Jin opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

"Pei...Elder Pei?"

Yan Ling stammered: "You...why are you here?"

It’s not that Yan Ling is out of control, Pei Huajun’s appearance is really too unexpected.

Although they are all masters of Huajin, Yan and Yu, who were expelled from the Martial Alliance, had no confidence to speak in front of Pei Huajun.

Pei Huajun looked around and noticed Fu Qinghou's weak appearance, and his eyes suddenly became a little deeper.

He didn't ask how the other party was injured or what happened, but asked bluntly: "Did the Yue family hide in this manor?"

"Yes."

Fu Qinghou pressed his chest with one hand and endured the pain.

.

Pei Huajun asked again: "Are there anyone else besides the Yue family?"

Fu Qinghou shook his head.

Pei Huajun rubbed his short beard like a steel needle and fell into deep thought.

Yan Ling, Yu Jin and others held their breath and did not dare to take a breath.

Fu Qinghou suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently, and a little blood oozed out between his fingers. His breath became more and more unstable, as if he was riding a roller coaster.

Seeing this, Pei Huajun turned his head and looked at an inner hall elder behind him, and ordered: "Help him treat him."

The short and strong inner hall elder stepped forward two steps, walked to Fu Qinghou, reached out to his back, and internal energy continued to inject inflow.

The marrow-cleaning metal meridian has the characteristics of healing and purification, which can not only treat oneself, but also treat others.

Fu Qinghou closed his eyes silently and focused on repairing the internal injuries.

Ten minutes later.

The short and strong inner hall elder retracted his palm and returned to Pei Huajun to stand firm. His steps were a little heavy, and it was obvious that helping Fu Qinghou healed him a lot of burden.

Fu Qinghou's face improved significantly. Although he was still weak, he at least no longer looked like he might faint at any time.

Pei Huajun bent his finger and popped up a silver metal box: "For you."

Fu Qinghou took the metal box and opened it. It contained a round pill, about the size of a finger, and it was golden red all over, exuding a strong smell of medicine.

“Gudu.

”

Without thinking, he swallowed it in one bite, then closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Master Huajin has amazing digestive ability, so the pills quickly worked.

I saw strands of white mist appearing above Fu Qinghou's head, his face returned to blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath returned to its strength again.

"Thank you."

Fu Qinghou opened his eyes and whispered to Pei Huajun.

His injuries have recovered by about 50% or 60%, and it no longer affects his actions.

"Although you messed up, it's all because of the injuries we suffered from Zhenwu Sect. I can't ignore them and turn a blind eye to them."

Pei Huajun said lightly: "Next, you have two choices. One is to go home and act as if the transaction has never happened; the other is to continue to carry out the task and finish what should be done."

"Which one do you choose?"

Fu Qinghou said without hesitation: "I'll choose the second one."

"Okay, then I'll put you in the battle."

Pei Huajun nodded, his expression calmly, as if he had expected it: "Qiu Yun, Ran Hong and the others will act with you, and don't fail again."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Pei Huajun emphasized his tone and his eyes became stern.

If it were the past, Fu Qinghou, who was the head of the Yanhuangwu League Inspection Institute, would have sneered at it and ignored it.

But now the tiger is in the sun, and the hero is short of breath, he feels a little tight for the first time

open.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the faint pain in his body, Fu Qinghou turned to face Yan Ling, Yu Jin and his subordinates: "You have heard what Elder Pei said."

"We haven't failed yet. Now, let me fight back and kill the entire Yue family, and destroy the traitor Wang Shuye in pieces!"

In the manor.

Yue Hai, the eldest son of the Yue family, sat in a high-back chair, closed his eyes to rest. The rest of the Yue clan members were scattered around him, always holding weapons in their hands, without any slacking off.

The only outsider, Wang Shuye, frowned and walked around.

He obviously repelled Fu Qinghou and others, but he always felt something was wrong.

It seems like I have overlooked something.

"Call! Call! Call!"

Suddenly, the sound of swords coming out of the sheath and the dense footsteps came from outside, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

Uncle Wang's expression suddenly changed.

He finally remembered what he had overlooked.

That's right, what he ignored was the mastermind behind the scenes, Zhenwu Sect.

With the style of Zhenwu Sect, although he handed over the task of killing the Yue family to Fu Qinghou, how could he not be prepared to make a comeback?

"not good!"

Wang Shuye suddenly turned his head and looked at Yue Hai, and said sternly: "Go away, Fu Qinghou's reinforcements are here!"
Chapter completed!