Chapter 177
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Ling Mohan chased after him, but came back not long after. He apologized to the crowd, "The other party came quickly and left quickly as well. I can't see his whereabouts anymore."
The people from the Alchemist Guild all shook their heads when they heard this. President Yu sighed, "It's not your fault. The people from Yan Dian have always been elusive and powerful. I'm afraid that the young man was targeted by them because of his talent in alchemy."
"What kind of power is Yan Dian? Will my Master be in danger? "Leng Shuang came in front of them and asked anxiously.
The President of the Black Market walked over and said, "Yan Dian's power is even greater than the Black Market. Regardless of whether it's the School of Stars and Clouds or the various clans, they are a power that no one can afford to offend. That Yama Lord is even more mysterious. No one knows where Yan Dian's base is. Little Brother Ghost Doctor has fallen into their hands. I'm afraid that things are not looking good for him …"
"No! My Master will be fine! " She shouted loudly and looked coldly at the President of the Black Market, "Your Black Market has to help me find my Master!"
"Don't worry, we will find out where your Master is." President Ke did not decline this point.
"You can rest assured. According to what I know, Yan Dian has recently captured many alchemists and pharmacists. Perhaps, your Master will not be in danger." The President of the Alchemist Guild sighed as he said this. A good Elixir Competition was originally meant to select talents, but who knew that the people from Yan Dian would turn it into this.
The news spread like a feather in the wind, causing people to sigh endlessly. Everyone was guessing whether the red-robed young man was alive or dead.
And, as night fell, a black figure silently arrived at a house in a few leaps.
"Greetings to the Yama Lord!"
The sixteen black-robed cultivators in the courtyard respectfully knelt down on one knee.
"Rise!"
A low and cold voice containing a powerful aura came out. He brushed his robes and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. As he turned and sat down, his face was also revealed.
It was an astonishingly handsome face. His facial features seemed to have been carefully carved by the heavens, and the contours of his face were as sharp as a knife. He was cold and hard, but he did not lose his handsomeness. Under his sharp eyebrows, there was a pair of deep eyes that contained a mysterious light, containing a sharp and intimidating edge. With just a glance, it made people involuntarily lower their heads, not daring to meet his intimidating black eyes that contained a powerful pressure and sharpness.
And under that high nose, his thin sexy lips. They were slightly pursed and his whole body emitted a cold and intimidating aura... noble like a god, but also like the king of the world.....
If Fengjiu at this moment................
That's right, the master of Yan Dian, the Yama Lord, was Ling Mohan, whom Fengjiu was familiar with. Ling Mohan was only a fake identity he used to enter Xing Yun as a teacher. The beard on his face was also carefully pasted on, enough to pass off as the real thing.
"How is he?" The Yama Lord asked in a low voice. His low voice revealed a trace of laziness and the aura of a superior.
"Replying to the Yama Lord, the boy we caught is still unconscious. He hasn't woken up." A black-robed cultivator said respectfully.
"Take good care of him. Tomorrow, follow me back to Yan Dian."
Hearing this, the sixteen black-robed cultivators were all delighted. "Master is going back to Yan Dian?"
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