The Yin-Yang school disciple felt his heart tremble. He took two steps back and gulped. His voice trembled as he said, "I … I don't know what Senior-apprentice Brother Ouyang is planning to do, but with my understanding of him, I can make an 80% or 90% guess."
Long Bufan raised his eyebrows. "Tell me."
"I … I can only ask Lord Long to let me go!"
As soon as the Yin Yang Sect's disciple finished speaking, he suddenly knelt on the ground with a 'plop'. With his status as an Inner Palace disciple, he only needed to bow and greet the sect's elders. However, he was kneeling on the ground right now. It was obvious that he was agitated by the tragic death of his three fellow disciples. In order to save his own life, he had completely abandoned his so-called dignity.
In truth, this wasn't surprising. Whether it was humans or beasts, the desire to live was terrifying. Who could face death without fear? Often, when people were on the verge of death, they would do everything they could to fight for a chance to live.
So, at this time, any sense of honor, dignity, and morality were nothing but a joke.
"Oh? You think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me? "Long Bufan's voice suddenly turned cold.
The disciple hurriedly shook his head. He trembled as he said, "I wouldn't dare. As long as Lord Long doesn't kill me, I will tell you everything you want to know. I swear on my heart of martial arts that I will not lie in the slightest. Otherwise, I will die without a burial place."
Long Bufan hesitated for a moment. Then, he nodded and calmly said, "I won't kill you."
"Really?"
The Yin-Yang school disciple was overjoyed. He reached out his hand to cover his swollen cheek. He wanted to ask Long Bufan to swear on his heart of martial arts, but at this time, he heard Long Bufan's cold snort. He was so scared that he trembled.
"As far as I know, Senior-apprentice Brother Ouyang Hua burned a sect sound transmitting talisman yesterday and dispatched 10 sect deacons with cultivations at the first level of the Divine Sea realm. Today, he had the four of us come not only to collect your salary, but also to investigate whether or not you have returned to the city …"
At this point, Long Bufan had already understood, but he suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt him. He smiled faintly and said, "In that case, the four of you are just Ouyang Hua's chess pieces. If you return safely with your salary, it means that I haven't returned yet. If I'm here, you can already guess the current situation."
After saying that, Long Bufan looked at this pitiful guy with a meaningful gaze.
Upon hearing these words, the Yin-Yang school disciple's expression changed drastically. The thoughts in his mind lit up like a candle, and he finally came to his senses!
That's right, if Long Bufan returned, how could the four of them have a chance to survive!
On the other hand, if they didn't return alive, it meant that Long Bufan had already returned. At that time, Ouyang Hua would have an idea in his heart and wouldn't need to take this risk. He would just wait for the sect's 10 Divine Sea realm powerhouses to arrive and kill Long Bufan. Then, he would succeed and receive the sect's reward.
"Bastard, Ouyang Hua, that despicable person! I've always respected you as my senior apprentice brother and even saw you as my role model on the path of martial arts. I didn't think that you would use us as scapegoats! "
"Bullshit! Ouyang Hua, you scum of the sect!! "
The young Yin-Yang school disciple angrily roared. His originally red and swollen cheeks became even redder. Under his extreme anger, he suddenly felt a fishy taste in his throat. "Pu!" He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the tendons in his body were broken in many places.
This kind of injury wasn't caused by being beaten, but by anger!
As the saying goes, anger is the so-called "Qi". When one's thoughts are clear and one's Qi is comfortable, one's cultivation will be twice the result with half the effort. On the other hand, if anger attacks the heart, the "Qi" will be blocked in the tendons and could damage the tendons and tendons.
The more one was betrayed by someone they trusted, the easier it was for anger to attack their heart. Now, this Yin-Yang school disciple was so angry that he spat out blood. It was obvious how much he hated Ouyang Hua.
"Since you hate Ouyang Hua so much, I'll help you kill him. How about it?"
Long Bufan touched his nose, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile. He guided the other's anger to turn into killing intent. "But I still need your help."
Sure enough, after being provoked by Long Bufan, the Yin-Yang school disciple's eyes flashed with anger and killing intent. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Since you are heartless, then don't blame me, Zhou Tong, for being unrighteous!"
Soon after, this Yin-Yang school disciple named Zhou Tong tilted his head and looked at Long Bufan. Because anger had taken over his body, he was no longer afraid. He resolutely asked, "Tell me, how can I kill him!"
"Hehe, you took the bait ~!"
The corners of Long Bufan's mouth slightly parted into a smile. He then withdrew the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear and flipped his palm. Suddenly, a light yellow elixir flashed in his palm.
"This Stasis Dissolving Elixir can treat external injuries. Treat it as a sign of our sincerity in cooperating."
Looking at Zhou Tong's red and swollen cheeks, Long Bufan said with a smile. Soon after, he waved his hand and handed over the elixir.
Zhou Tong extended his hand and received the elixir. After a slight hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir without hesitation. He understood in his heart that if Long Bufan really wanted to kill him, there was no need for him to resort to using poison.
After swallowing the medicinal pill, Zhou Tong quickly felt a burning sensation spreading from his stomach. After which, it spread throughout his entire body. His face, which had become abnormally red and swollen due to Long Bufan's hidden force, instantly shrank. What was even more mysterious was that his teeth, which had been shattered by the Yuan Power, began to grow back one by one.
"Thank you, you are very sincere." Zhou Tong touched his face that had become handsome again. His eyes were filled with gratitude as he looked at Long Bufan and said. He was completely unaware that it was the young man in front of him who had beaten him until he was disoriented.
"It's cold outside. Let's go inside and eat something to warm up our bodies. After that, we can discuss our strategy." Long Bufan turned around and directly walked into the hall.
Hearing this, it was as if Zhou Tong had obtained a death-avoiding gold medallion. He immediately eagerly followed from behind.
In the courtyard, the two Berserkers, Da Qiang and Bo Xiong, were both dumbfounded. They did not know what the lord wanted this guy for. He actually gave him an elixir to treat his injuries. Wouldn't it be better to just kill him with a sword to prevent future troubles?
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