Chapter 1015: meet

The scene in No. 4 Yajian is the same as before, only one moonstone is embedded in the wall, exuding a dim light, dark and silent.
Standing in front of the windowsill, a dark shadow looked familiar.
The middle-aged man looked at each other's back and felt a tremor in his heart.
He found that he couldn't see the practice of the other side, which showed that the practice of the other side was far above him.
"Come here, it's good, it's kind of fun, please sit down!"
The masked man in black still hadn't turned around, standing still with his hands on his back, but a dull voice came from his mouth.
The middle-aged man heard the words, took a deep breath subconsciously, and quickly closed the door, but instead of taking a seat, he stared at the other person's back and asked in a deep voice: "Who is your lord, and why did you force Luo to come late at night this?"
"Is this important?"
The masked man in black heard that he had never turned back and looked very mysterious with his back to the other side. The mask on his face had the function of blocking the peep of the gods. The middle-aged man with the surname Luo could not see his appearance at all.
Faced with this kind of questioning, the middle-aged man with a surname Luo frowned slightly.
After a moment of silence, he hurriedly asked him again, "What's the matter, then, when the Lord coerced Luo to come here?"
"No hurry, your companions haven't come up yet. Let's talk together when they come up!" The masked man in black replied to him.
When the middle-aged man named Luo heard this, he felt a sudden surprise in his heart, saying that his companion?
What other companions does he have?
What does the other person mean?
At this point, he quickly swept away the consciousness, and soon he noticed that in the dark outside the Mingying Inn, there were several Jinxian gathered in the dark corner, and I didn't know what the ghost was doing.
Take a closer look, aren't they all ordinary elders of the Yunhai Xianzong?
Did they even come?
Could it be that he was coerced by others like himself?
Seeing this, his face sank.
"Who the are you and why are you being forced to come here!" He stared at the other person's back, his eyes flashing cold.
"It's almost time, I suggest that you still tell them to come up quickly, otherwise you will die!"
The masked man in black still didn't answer his words, but suddenly said to him in a cold tone.
When the middle-aged man with the surname Luo heard the threatening words, he felt a quake in his heart, and quickly spread his consciousness to the group of golden immortals outside the Mingying Inn.
A group of golden immortals was discussing who was intimidating them, but at this moment, a voice of consciousness swept across.
"Comrades, come up quickly, time is coming up, hurry up if you don't want to die!"
When a group of people heard such a reminder coldly, the drama inside them shook, and when they reacted, they looked at each other face to face.
"Who is it, how can this voice be so familiar?" Zhongjinxian wondered.
"Well, how does it feel like Luo's voice?"
"Uh ... why is he? He must be here too."
"He even came, it seems that it must be the ghost of Fang Jian and Wu Tianhou's old man!"
"Let's go and see if you know!"
Several people did not dare to neglect, fearing that the emergence of a strong man like last night would threaten their lives.
However, when they came to the third floor and the fourth room, looking at the two people standing in the room, they were surprised.
It's not Fang Jian and Wu Tianhou?
"Oh, it's finally here. It's really ink. Forget it ... I'm too lazy to fight with you ants, please take a seat!"
Seeing that the people who had been invited were here, the masked black man turned slowly, and his cold eyes swept over them, making them tremble inside.
"Who is your Excellency, and why are you being forced to wait here?"
The Jinxian did not take a seat, but stood there staring at each other, questioning him with a cheeky face.