Chapter 338
Words:835Update:22/07/01 13:13:46
At the table, Long Yunfei put down the wine cup in his hand, looked at Long Bufan and asked curiously, "Boss, what did you get from the Secret Realm?"
"Yes, Junior Brother Long, I heard that the Secret Realm is the remains of a Fifth Grade Sect's Holy Land. There are countless treasures there."
Wu Yi and the other four brothers from the Weapon Refining Pavilion were also curious. This kind of Secret Realm experience was usually reserved for the Inner Palace Disciples of the Sect. Ordinary disciples like them, who only knew how to refine weapons, usually had no chance to participate.
An Sen, Bo Xiong, Da Qiang, and Da Meng also looked at Long Bufan with anticipation. They had never entered the Sect, so they had always been looking forward to the mysteries of the Sect.
Long Bufan, who was sitting at the head of the table, took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked around at everyone. After muttering to himself for a while, he told them about his various experiences in the Secret Realm.
The plant life in the herb garden, the snatching of Spirit Weapons in the Divine Weapon Hall, the wits in the cave, the bloody battle between the Sect's disciples, how to kill Tuogu, and how to rob the storage bags of the Yin-Yang school's disciples.
Although Long Bufan only spoke about these things briefly, it still made An Sen and the others feel the danger and excitement of the Secret Realm.
"Those bastards from the Yin-Yang school are really too arrogant!"
After listening to Long Bufan's story, Wu Yi immediately slammed the table angrily. The muscles all over his body tightened and blue veins popped out. His tanned face was full of anger.
"Junior Brother Long, it was good to rob. You should teach them a lesson like this!" Wu Er and the other three brothers also said indignantly.
Long Bufan rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "However, because of this matter, I can no longer stay in the Sect. If I don't leave the Sect, I'm afraid that the Yin-Yang school will start a war with Ling Xuanwu Province."
Hearing this, Long Yunfei was slightly startled. He frowned and said sternly, "Boss, don't worry, we all support you. If those bastards from the Yin-Yang school really dare to come, we will fight them!"
"This is not something we can decide." Long Bufan shook his head and smiled faintly. If those elders in the upper echelons of the Sect were weak and afraid of battle, they might really sell him out and hand him over to the Yin-Yang school to vent their anger. After all, the Yin-Yang school's influence could be said to be the strongest among the third grade Sects in the Heavenly Yan Empire.
"You're right. This isn't something that you disciples can decide."
Suddenly, a powerful and dignified voice sounded within the hall, causing the hearts of Long Bufan, Long Yunfei and the rest to shake. One by one, they stood up and cautiously looked at the courtyard outside the hall.
In an instant, several figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard. The tall and strong middle-aged man leading them was the Outer Hall Master of Ling Xuanwu Province, Wang Yi.
Behind him were ten black-robed deacons with strong auras. These people wore dark golden masks, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. It was as if there was no one or anything in the world that could move them. They were completely emotionless tools.
"Who is it!" Bo Xiong, Da Meng, and Da Qiang, the three Berserkers, quickly drew their weapons and shouted.
"Palace Master!"
Long Yunfei, Wu Yi, and the other four brothers saw this and immediately bowed slightly in a disciple's manner.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Long Bufan's mouth. It seemed that what was to come would come. There was no way to avoid it!
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