Vol 3 Chapter 1090:

Taking advantage of the youthful eyes, Xia Yuanqiu raised his voice: "You have all been on the lady of Yun. If the space artifact is so easy to be taken away, why should she not shoot? Why should you use your hand to deal with it? I? Have you ever thought about this, this is Mrs. Yun’s murder by knife, letting these people come forward and vent their anger for her. If it is, she will naturally be happy. If she does not, she will have no loss.

The young man was full of resentment, hating that Mrs. Yun did not tell him the truth, and that he rushed to smash the water.
Xia Yuanqiu raised his hand, his wrists were white and slender, and the jade carving dragon bracelet between the wrists was very conspicuous. She sang: "Have you ever thought that this is an artifact, how can it be easily taken away? The artifact is spiritual, and I recognize that Xia Yuanqiu is the main one. If you take it away, what is the use? For you, this is just an ordinary jewelry. You got it, how can you?"
"It is true that it is true, but if we get it, will it not recognize us as the main?"
A white-bearded old man jumped out from behind a bush, his body was elegant and chic, and there was a charm of the fairy tales in his body. It was really impossible to connect him with the people who took the treasure.
Xia Yuanqiu looked at the old man in front of him. He had a white face, and he had to be white, and his eyebrows were kind, which made him feel half-hearted.
"This predecessor, are you coming to the artifact?" Xia Yuanqiu asked.
The white-bearer said: "Yes, not."
Zhu Biao's brows were slightly wrinkled. He sensed the strong and strong atmosphere of the old man. With this breath alone, he knew that he was not his opponent.

How do you say this to your predecessors?
Zhu Xi asked.
The white-bearer said: "I am like them, because I learned that you have artifacts, but I am different from them. I am not coming to win your artifacts."
Seeing Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Xi’s face confused, the white-bearing old man said:
This place is not a place to talk.

Xia Yuanqiu turned to the horse and said to the old man: "If this is the case, then it is better to enter the space, how?"
The white-bearded old man nodded, no happiness, no half-exciting emotions, only a faint response: "Good!"
During the wave, the three men and the horses disappeared into the same place and disappeared into the eyes of everyone.
Those who are secretly watching the scenes have come to the bright spot.
"The old man looked very familiar and couldn't remember where he had seen it." A lean middle-aged man shouted.
The fat man standing beside the lean man said: "I am also familiar with it, but I can't remember who he is."
At this time, an old man in black, with a mask on his face, jumped down from the tree of the world. The yin and yang sighed: "He is the patriarch, Hua Hong."
The thin man and the fat man suddenly realized: "Yes, that's right, he is Hua Hong. I used to see him in the Western Region's ceremonial ritual ceremony. No wonder I will feel familiar."
"He is the master of the sect, is he also taking the space artifact?"
The old man in the mask shouted: "What about the lord of the lord? Who is this person in the world who is not profitable? The status is also made by profit, no profit, no progress."
The thin man and the fat man nodded again and again: "Yes, it's not bad."
The old man said again: "So, don't blame me, don't blame it, you are too greedy, and you are stunned."
The thin man and the fat man haven't reacted yet, only to feel the heartache, the old man who has been standing behind them, secretly sneaked on them.