pertwk Chapter 402 Holy Master Ling Xiao
Chapter 402 Holy Master Ling Xiao
As soon as they saw Huo San appearing, the visitor immediately saluted respectfully.
"Master Huo, long time no see!"
"You are……"
Huo San followed the reputation, it was a man in a purple-gold robe, with the appearance of a middle-aged man.
With sword eyebrows and star eyes, a face like a crown of jade, handsome but not lost, although he has tried to lower his posture as much as possible, there is still a kind of irrepressible arrogance.
"Lord Huo, we have met before Ximen Haotian." The purple-robed man chuckled.
"Who said that? Why don't I remember when we met? You think I'm demented." Huo San said impatiently, as if he was displeased that this person disturbed his good business.
The man who called himself Ximen Haotian touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile:
"Oh, it's like this, I've seen you from afar in Luo Tian City, maybe you didn't pay attention..."
"Ah? What do you call this...meeting?" Huo San couldn't help but look a little weird.
Originally thought that Mu Canglan's stupid face was invincible in the world, but I didn't expect that there would be someone thicker than him...
What kind of master is this?
On the opposite side, Ximen Haotian touched his nose again, as if he also felt that this explanation was a bit far-fetched.
But he really couldn't find any other reason...
The Patriarch Qingshan who was sitting on the ground was a little uneasy.
Upon hearing the name Ximen Haotian, even his breathing became short of breath.
The expression on the face gradually became brighter.
"Xi...Ximen Haotian?!"
"It turned out to be Ximen Haotian! The Lord of Ling Xiao Sacred Land!"
"My lord, he is the master of Ling Xiao Sacred Land!"
"Shut up," Huo San said indifferently, "Isn't he the master of Ling Xiao Sacred Land, and he's not a big shot, so there's no need to make a fuss about it."
"Isn't he the master of Ling Xiao Sacred Land..."
Ancestor Qingshan whispered involuntarily.
He looked a little dull on the surface at this time, but his heart was already surging,
I'll go, my lord's words are too domineering.
That is the master of one side of Sacred Land, Bei Xuantian's true overlord.
Although I belong to the same Holy Master as others, the gap in strength between the middle Holy Master and the Supreme Holy Master is like a natural moat.
Just like just now, I was like a newborn baby in front of an adult, powerless to fight back.
Isn't he the master of Ling Xiao Sacred Land...
Not a big shot...
In the mouth of adults, in the eyes of adults, the majestic Lord of the Sacred Land is... so... worthless...
It is worthy of being an existence that can prolong one's life by 30,000 years casually, so powerful that there is no limit!
Unknowingly, Ancestor Qingshan's reverence for Huo San has increased by several counts...
Holy Master Ling Xiao still touched his nose, a little embarrassed.
But it feels inexplicably reasonable.
Back then in Luo Tian City, he had personally seen the strength of the Temple of Slaughtering God.
Not to mention the three great hall masters who are not seen at the beginning but never end, there are no less than 500 killers under his command alone, which are comparable in strength to him.
People say that I am not a big shot, so there is nothing wrong with it...
"Then why do you, Little Holy Master Ling, want me?" Huo San raised his eyebrows, looking at Little Holy Master Ling with interest.
"Oh, this is Mr. Huo, I came here today to thank you for the kindness that the Temple of the Killing God saved in the Ember Plain..."
Ling Xiao forced himself to smile and arched his cupped hands.
"If the three palace masters hadn't acted out of righteousness, I'm afraid Tianyan Sacred Land's last vestige of inheritance would not be preserved..."
Hearing what he said, Huo San was somewhat impressed.
At the beginning, all the powerful people in Tianyan Sacred Land fell in the Netherland, and there were many forces who wanted to take the opportunity to snatch the Tianyan Astrolabe.
When Holy Master Ling Xiao personally made a move to no avail, it was indeed Mu Canglan and those idiots who made the move.
However, Tianyan Sacred Land has such an ending, it seems that the root cause is that it still provoked Mu Canglan...
But on second thought, what does this have to do with me?
Mu Canglan is an idiot, I am me, and I have worked hard to gather the souls of those guys from Tianyan Sacred Land, so I deserve my thanks.
Thinking of this, Huo San felt no burden in his heart, instead he felt that he had made great contributions.
He cleared his throat and said, "In that case, please pray."
"Ah?" Holy Master Ling Xiao was taken aback, as if he didn't understand what Huo San meant.
"You didn't say you came to say thank you, you did."
Huo San reminded him again, only then did Holy Master Ling Xiao react, and bowed deeply in the direction of the former.
"Oh, thank you Lord Huo for your help..."
The bowing posture was maintained for a few breaths before Holy Master Ling Xiao got up slowly, wanting to say something more, unexpectedly Huo San spoke first.
"Then... is it over now?"
"Uh, sort of..." Holy Master Ling Xiao coughed twice.
"Then hurry up," Huo San shook his hand at him, "Let's go, don't stay here to disturb my brother's enjoyment of beauties...and beautiful scenery..."
As he said that, he was about to lift his foot and walk into the house...
Unexpectedly, there was another loud shout behind him.
"stop!"
Huo San got a little angry, and turned around abruptly, pointing at Holy Master Ling Xiao's nose and cursing.
"You stupid bastard who doesn't have long eyesight, there's still more to come!"
Holy Master Ling Xiao was taken aback again, and spread his hands in grievance.
"My lord, it's not me, I didn't speak."
"It's really not you?"
"It's really not me..."
"it's me!"
Followed by a domineering and majestic response.
A man with a burly figure and a rough appearance tore through the space and appeared.
Immediately afterwards, dense figures followed.
Just like the dark clouds in the sky, blackness surged up.
All of them had cold faces and fierce eyes, as if they wanted to charge up and tear Huo San and Patriarch Qingshan apart.
Among them, the person who appeared first asked in a deep voice, "You killed my son?"
Huo San picked his nostrils on his own, then flicked his hand and asked, "Who are you?"
"Daddy, the head of the Wild Lion Sect, Feng Ruan!"
"Lion Gate? Never heard of it..."
Hearing this, Na Feng let out a wicked laugh, and asked in a cold voice: "Boy, can I understand that you are provoking me, Wild Lion Gate?"
"If you haven't heard of it, you haven't heard of it. What does it have to do with provocation..."
Huo San sneered and shook his head helplessly.
"Hey, with people like you, it's probably not as good as that unlucky Holy Master just now..."
As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of laughter.
"This kid must be crazy. He's talking nonsense. How dare he make fun of a Holy Lord level powerhouse?"
"I think he probably doesn't even know the concept of a Holy Master level powerhouse, hahaha..."
"Catch him later and torture him for sure, let him have a long memory in his next life, let's see if he dares to underestimate our Wild Lion Gate!"
"Master, let's go up and catch this kid..."
But just as the people from the Wild Lions Gate couldn't wait to join the battle, there was a voice that sounded aggrieved and negative.
"Uh, actually, I think I'm the one who's been underestimated..."
"Who, who's talking!" The group from the Wild Lions Gate immediately stopped laughing and their eyes were alert.
"it's me……"
Everyone followed the prestige, only to find that there was a middle-aged man in purple robes between the two parties.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? Hurry up and get it!"
"Alas," Holy Master Ling Xiao sighed softly, "I am that unlucky Holy Master..."