Chapter 725: Bastards are also called Oriental people
A plan gradually emerged in Murong Ji's mind. He glanced at Dongfang Qinlan, a sly Dongfang Yuechu whose talent was inherited from Dongfang Qinlan. He thought of Dongfang Qinlan's eccentric temperament.

I’m afraid that Dongfang Yuechu is also a person of similar character. Will he become lazy in his practice?
His eyes fell on the two Dao League members, deducing the possibility of the plan. [If so, it's not bad. Let that kid cultivate more actively. He will be a talent to be cultivated in the future.]

As the thought came to his mind, a pair of blue hands suddenly emerged from Murong Ji's body, pressed on the two men's heads, modified their innate Qi, and set a mission: capture Dongfang Yuechu, raise him, and continue the family line with his daughter.

Then, he threw the two people to the ground and walked out of the cave with Dongfang Qinlan and his wife.

Looking at the distant sky, he sighed: "Dongfang Qinlan, Dongfang Qinlan, you say you owe me so many favors. You two can't pay me back even if you work for me for free your whole life."

Murong Ji just complained a bit, but who would have thought that a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Bah! I handed over the power around Shenhuoshan Manor to you, isn't that enough to repay your favor? You want to brainwash me, Murong, you have a dark heart."

Murong Ji turned his head and glanced at Dongfang Qinlan, sneering: "Since you don't repay my favor, let your son do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin line slowly spread out from Murong Ji's forehead. The thin line emitted a faint blue light, slowly floated in the air, and sank into the ring on his left hand. The ring lit up for a moment, and then went out in an instant.

at the same time.

Tianxuan City, the headquarters of Yiqi Daomeng.

Wang Quanzui sat in the Daomeng government office, carefully reading the official documents and then writing down his instructions.

Suddenly, the ring on my finger vibrated slightly.
Wang Quanzui turned his head and looked, a little surprised. Looking at the ring on his finger, a thin blue thread emerged.

She was not unfamiliar with this thread, it was Murong Ji's unique way of connecting with her.

He raised his left hand and placed it close to his forehead. The blue thread slowly penetrated into his mind and he understood Murong Ji's thoughts.

Wang Quanzui pondered for a moment, closed the document he had just reviewed, put it aside, and said, "Call Ximen Chuisha, I have something for him to do..."

"Yes, my lord."

……

Two days later, Murong Ji sat in front of the window of the inn, gently playing with the teacup in his hand and looking out the window.

"You said these two people are called the Tiger and Crane Immortals? I don't remember there being these two people in the Taoist Alliance."

Bai Lou sat opposite Murong Ji, feeling a little embarrassed, and scratched his cheek, "For a senior executive like you, they are not actually the top figures."

"But in the outside world, these two people have a great reputation."

Murong Ji had also been in the lower class, so he could understand the reason, so he nodded and said nothing more.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the food on the table. Just as he was thinking about taking a few bites, his face twitched instantly. Dongfang Qinlan was almost about to lick the plate.

Many guests on the second floor of the inn looked at Dongfang Qinlan in shock.

Murong Ji was a little angry for a moment. Why did he feel like Dongfang Qinlan had not eaten for all these years? Without Dongfang Huaizhu to look after her, she had completely let go of her true nature.

The most infuriating thing was that Bai Lou was talking to him just to divert his attention, but his hands never stopped and he kept helping Dongfang Qinlan pass the dishes.

The couple cooperated very well!
"I... rely!"

Murong Ji reached out and snatched the plate from Dongfang Qinlan's hand, his mouth twitching. Who would have thought that this was the second daughter of the Dongfang family? !

If Dongfang Huaizhu saw this, he would definitely be furious.

It was really embarrassing. Turning around and looking around, the three of them almost became a beautiful scenery on the second floor of the inn.

Murong Ji simply let her eat the rotten food. He waved to the waiter, signaling for another serving.

Looking at the way Dongfang Qinlan ate, Murong Ji suddenly laughed. This was also the reason why he liked this girl Dongfang Qinlan.

She didn't have the airs of a young lady from an aristocratic family, and could eat both wild delicacies and coarse food. Plus, her heartless personality made her really likable.

Wang Quanzui is the opposite. He never allows himself to do anything embarrassing with her. After they get married, she has always been dignified and generous in public, and in private, she can still be seen as playful and cute.

But they have never shown their affection in front of outsiders.

Dongfang Qin Lan's straightforward and free-spirited personality reminded Murong Ji of a person, Su Shi, Su Dongpo.

He didn't care at all about what other people thought of him and just did what he wanted to do. His carefree attitude seemed to be innate, which Murong Ji couldn't understand.

It was also because of this that he was willing to take good care of the little girl.

There was a time when Murong Ji thought that if he had not married Wang Quanzui and had to get married and have children, Murong Ji would choose one of the two sisters as his wife.

There is no other reason, Dongfang Huaizhu is beautiful and Dongfang Qin Lan has a free and easy personality.

Who would have thought that up to now, he hasn't caught either of the two sisters.

After eating and drinking, Murong Ji stood up and stretched. Looking at the mess on the table, he said lightly, "Pay the bill."

Dongfang Qinlan froze instantly, "Why? I have no money!"

Murong Ji ignored her. This girl had hidden a lot of private money. She had made a lot of money during the four years of cooperation. The money that Dongfang Huaizhu could get was just a drop in the bucket. He walked towards the city below, intending to take a tour of the city.

This place is not prosperous, as it still has the influence of the Shuyueti tribe and of course there are traces of Tushan. After all, it is relatively close to these two places.

Walking in the city, Murong Ji looked carefully at the streets on both sides. Vendors and customers were coming and going, and the sounds of hawking were endless.

While satisfying my curiosity, I also get a taste of the world.

Suddenly, a thin voice came from my ear: "Brother Chen! Please lend me a hand..."

Murong Ji was shocked. This was the voice of Wang Quan Baiye. His pupils contracted for a moment.

[Thousand-mile sound transmission! Something happened! 】

Wang Quanbaye is very powerful. Even if his Dao heart collapses, he can still overwhelm the entire Dao League with his past accumulation and Dao practice. You can imagine how powerful he is.

Now I need to ask him for help, and the enemies I encounter are quite strong.

[Golden Phoenix?!? ]

Murong Ji felt that it was most likely him. No matter what Jin Renfeng's character was, his current strength was one of the best among the human race.

Following the direction where the sound came from, that was the location of Shenhuoshan Villa. Murong Ji took a deep breath, raised his sword, and a stream of sword energy pointed over there.

Then, he turned his head and looked towards the inn, and said in a voice transmission: [Something happened, I'll go check it out! You guys take care...]

Murong Ji flew up on his sword and headed towards Shenhuoshan Villa.

The sacred volcano village.

The ground was in a mess and the entire Shenhuoshan Villa suffered considerable damage.

The front yard was badly damaged and the only remaining gate was crumbling.

Three to four thousand disciples of Shenhuoshan Villa and two thousand disciples of Wang Quan Family set up their own specialties in a combined attack formation and surrounded the three people.

"Sword of Heaven and Earth, a family of royal power. Your strength... is a little weak." The tone was a little nonchalant, as if it was a teasing or a sarcasm.

In the ruins of the front yard of Shenhuoshan Villa, there were three people standing. The leader was wearing a white robe, a black belt around his waist, and had long black hair down to his waist. He stood behind.

If you look closely, he looks a bit like a woman. But there is a bit of masculinity in his face, a feminine feeling, which is not quite right.

A feminine person is not evil-minded, but rather scheming. However, the person in front of him gave people the feeling that he was a little bit evil.

Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath and endured the pain. His body was a little torn. Large areas of his clothes were burned.

The skin was even exposed in some places, and the skin was burned and ulcerated, which looked quite scary.

Wang Quan Baiye looked at Dongfang Huaizhu beside him, and his situation was not much better than his.

Wang Quan Baiye looked solemnly at the people below him. They were from the Eastern Spirit Clan, and their skills in using fire were superb, not inferior to that of the Golden Human Phoenix.

The fire power is fierce, comparable to the lonely moon in the east.

Wang Quan Baiye looked solemn as he led all the disciples to fly into the air on his sword. His eyes swept over the thousands of elite disciples of Shenhuoshan Manor. They worked but did not contribute, and now they were lucky that they did not hold him back.

He had fought a duel and suffered a great loss, being seriously injured, which made these people become even more strange.

The worry in his eyes flashed away. When Murong Ji wanted to kill them, he felt a little reluctant.

Now it seems that he was being too soft-hearted.

Murong Ji's foresight is really amazing!
Until now, he was not sure whether these disciples of Shenhuoshan Villa would betray them if the people he led to the Wang Quan family were seriously injured or suffered heavy losses.

Turning to look at Dongfang Huaizhu beside him, there was some worry between her brows. It was obvious that she also had this worry.

If the Eastern Spirit Clan in front of him was in his prime, he could still fight him, but now... Moreover, this person's strength is not much worse than Jin Renfeng.

"Sir, why don't we sit down and have a good talk? You and Huaizhu are both from the Eastern tribe..."

Before Wang Quanbaiye finished speaking, Dongfang Dianliang suddenly shouted, "Shut up! You call a bastard a Dongfang!"

Anger flashed across Wang Quan Baiye's face, and he was about to step forward with his sword, but was grabbed by Dongfang Huaizhu.

Dongfang Huaizhu exerted so much force that she spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood stained her emerald dress, which instantly turned dark red.

"Huaizhu!" Wang Quan Baiye felt a pain in his heart and couldn't support Dongfang Huaizhu in a hurry.

Dongfang Huaizhu slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, leaned against Wang Quan Baiye's arms, and said weakly: "This person is not someone we can deal with. Don't act on impulse, and be on guard..."

"Let's retreat first and ask Chen Mi to handle this matter."

Wang Quan Baiye hugged Dongfang Huaizhu tightly and waved to the elite disciples of the Wang Quan family, signaling them to gradually retreat.

(End of this chapter)