"I also heard that an uncle of your sect was seriously injured. Now the Shangyao Sect is still looking for traces of me at a high price and wants me to save your uncle. If you worship me, For your sake, I might take action to take a look."
Wenren Yuan Jing held his head high, looking quite arrogant.
In fact, apart from being a bit withdrawn and arrogant, his temperament is relatively simple.
After all, his social circle is not large.
If the powerful senior next to him was recruiting disciples, how could he reveal all his bargaining chips like him?
Mighty monks have their own pride and cherish their face.
When Lu Qingye heard this, he raised his head in disbelief and his eyes widened.
Seeing her stunned look, Wenren Yuanjing raised his chin a little higher.
"How about it?"
When Le Feng received the news, his hand holding the sound transmission token trembled.
Fu Yichen on the side noticed something unusual about him and couldn't help asking.
"What's wrong, senior brother?"
Le Feng felt his heart beating rapidly.
Looking at the competition that was still going on in the audience, Le Feng Tongfu Yichen gave some instructions and left the matters here under his care, and then quickly disappeared on the high platform.
Several others noticed the Nascent Soul Lord here and couldn't help but express doubts.
"Fu Zhenjun, what happened?"
Fu Yichen thought that his senior brother's expression when he left just now didn't look like something bad, so he shook his head.
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, everyone didn't ask any more questions.
The elders of Shangyao Sect felt that since the leader did not send a message to them, it should not be a big deal.
When Le Feng found the two of them near Zixia Lake, Lu Qingye and Wen Ren Yuan Jing were grilling fish.
Wenren Yuanjing lived alone all year round and was responsible for his own daily life, so he also developed good cooking skills.
Even compared to some spiritual chefs in the world of immortality, he is not inferior in any way.
The fragrance spread from where the two of them were, and Le Feng could smell it from a long distance away.
The person who sent him the message was Wenren Yuanjing, who only said that he heard that Shang Yaozong was looking for him.
Le Feng thought that the alchemy master came to him just to talk about the treatment of Jiu Ru. He had already thought about it along the way. No matter how high the price the other party offered, as long as he and the sect could afford it, he would definitely accept it. !
At this moment, when he saw someone sitting next to Wenren Yuanjing, and he was a familiar person, Le Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped.
However, Wenren Yuanjing had already noticed his arrival.
"Your uncle is here."
Wenren Yuanjing turned the Jiuxianyu in his hand and motioned Lu Qingye to look behind her.
Lu Qingye turned around and saw Le Feng approaching them.
She stood up.
"Uncle!"
Le Feng nodded to her, walked up to Wen Ren Yuan Jing, and slightly cupped his hands.
"Master Wenren."
This is the honorific title given to Wenren Yuanjing in the world of immortality.
In fact, according to seniority, Le Feng should also call Wen Ren Yuan Jing senior, because this person is of the same generation as his master.
Wenren Yuanjing nodded.
"Master Le Feng, please sit down."
Le Feng found a seat next to the fire, and he had a premonition in his heart.
Maybe... Wen Ren Yuan Jing came to visit him this time because of Qing Ye beside him.
Thinking of Lu Qingye's talent in the competition, Le Feng pursed his lips slightly.
He wanted to save Jiuru, but if the other party had any bad intentions and wanted to use Qingye in exchange, then he would definitely not agree!
He and Jiuru are elders of the sect and high-level monks in Qingxuan Continent. It is their honor to die fighting to protect Qingxuan!
There is certainly no reason to sacrifice the younger generation to save oneself.
