Zhao Wujiang walked out of the hall and looked around.
He made no secret of his observation.
There are many palaces and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings. There are gray clouds floating in the sky in all directions.
Many disciples wearing gray and black clothes appeared and appeared. The sea of clouds broke open in the sky from time to time, and monks flew around on their swords, dragging out tails of clouds and mist.
"Young Master Wu Jiang." A disciple in gray and black clothes trotted over with a flattering expression.
Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways, Wujiang? Wu Jiang? Isn't this his name? It’s just that his surname is Zhao.
Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent, not deliberately arrogant, but already full of arrogance, as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away.
The disciple in gray and black clothes had pointed ears and cheeks, and his face was full of flattery. He nodded and bowed, came to Zhao Wujiang's side, and said respectfully:
"Master Wu Jiang, I have already found out about the female disciple you asked me to inquire about in private two days ago."
Zhao Wujiang gave this man a sideways look.
The pointy-eared monkey-cheeked disciple rolled his eyes. He knew that Master Wu Jiang was a drunkard and didn't like to listen to nonsense, so he just said the important point:
"This girl is still a virgin. She has no relatives in the sect, but she seems to be married."
"Go ahead and call all the disciples who are idle."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes became more and more profound. If he wanted to know the information about this place, he couldn't be secretive and arouse suspicion. Instead, he had to inquire openly and openly. He already had a plan in mind.
The pointy-eared monkey-cheeked disciple was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered. The smile on his face became more and more flattering, and he quickly bent down and said yes.
Master Wu Jiang asked him to call someone. Although he didn't know what was going on, he could just show off his power in front of other disciples and give himself the title of Master Wu Jiang's personal bodyguard.
Not long after, a crowd of people came over. Some looked puzzled, some were flattering, some had hidden hatred, and some were irritable.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers in his robe, and scanned everyone with his cold eyes. Everyone he glanced at had their eyes dodged, and they did not dare to look directly.
"Master Wu Jiang." Greetings began to rise and fall from the crowd.
The disciple with sharp ears and monkey cheeks brought a chair from nowhere and placed it respectfully behind Master Wu Jiang.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at him and nodded. Da Jicheng sat on the chair with an arrogant expression.
The disciple with pointed ears and monkey cheeks felt indescribably proud when he saw the admiring look in Master Wu Jiang's eyes. He immediately raised his head and chest, and glanced at everyone with his chin.
"I suspect that there are spies sent by other forces within the sect." Zhao Wujiang's voice was cold and his face was expressionless.
As soon as he said these words, there was an immediate gasp from the crowd, and many people looked horrified.
Normally, Young Master Wu Jiang is arrogant and domineering, but his murderous intent is rarely revealed, but just now they felt a strong cold murderous intent.
"Now, whatever I ask you, you should answer it!" Zhao Wujiang looked around at everyone.
Everyone was silent.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where is this?"
Um? Everyone was stunned, what is the problem?
But when they thought of Master Wu Jiang's cold and murderous look before, they quickly replied:
"The Gate of Gods and Demons."
"This is the Divine Demon Gate!" Zhao Wujiang slapped the armrest of the chair heavily:
"If you dare to come here and act wild, don't let me catch you!"
The crowd immediately fell silent again, understanding why Master Wu Jiang asked such a seemingly mindless question.
This is a declaration of anger and status.
"What kind of spiritual or divine techniques does the Divine Demon Sect practice?"
"What is the history of the Divine Demon Sect?"
"Who are the powerful people in the Divine Demon Sect?"
"The Gate of Gods and Demons..."
"Barabara..."
"..."
Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent again and kept asking simple questions to learn everything he wanted to know.
Then he stood up, snorted coldly, and left without looking back.
Everyone looked at Master Wu Jiang's cold and sullen expression, and soon all their doubts and guesses converged into one answer.
As expected, Master Wu Jiang’s approach should allow the disciples to understand the power and unique majesty of the Divine Demon Sect in the process of explaining the Divine Demon Sect, increase the cohesion of the disciples, and even threaten the secret spies who covet and invade the Divine Demon Sect. The thoughts of the demon gate.
