Chapter 2675: Helping hand

Hearing this, Qian Santong's eyes flickered, and then he regained his firmness. Even if the Sect Master of the Blood Puppet Pavilion arrives, he will not step back. He coldly said: "My Qian Santong is not scared. ."
"Qian Santong, you old fellow didn't know when you had such courage, didn't you even care about me."
Suddenly, a murky sound came from the depths of the ghost mountain path, and a burst of blood flashed across the next second, falling in the middle of the battle between Qian Santong's subordinates and the blood puppet pavilion disciples.
Rumble! The powerful aftermath bounced all the people who were ten meters away. Qian Santong narrowed his eyes as he listened to the voice.
"Oh, you old ghost came very fast. I'm afraid that all of your monkeys and grandchildren will be killed by me."
Qian Santong looked at the incoming person and spoke in a flat tone, but his hands trembling slightly behind him trembled.
"Qian Santong, I won't talk nonsense with you, leave quickly, don't mix with my blood puppet pavilion and Huayinglou's grievances."
"Otherwise, you old fellow, I will kill you here today!"
The blood light gradually receded, revealing the figure in it. He was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face dressed in blood.
He is the pavilion master of the Blood Puppet Pavilion, the fourth floor of his cultivation base, the helm of one of the two overlord-level sects of the Huangzhou.
"Oh, don't talk nonsense, unless I hand over my benefactor, or even if the blood is spilled here today, I will bite off a piece of your meat!"
Qian Santong's tone was resolute, and if he didn't hand over Zhang Yifeng, he would fight the Blood Puppet Pavilion to the end.
"What kind of benefactor, I have never heard of what kind of benefactor your Qian Santong can have."
"Others don't know, I know you too well, and even my wife can die for the sake of my dominance. People like you still talk about your benefactor. It's a laugh!"
Sect Master Blood Puppet Pavilion smiled coldly, and then deeply slandered Qian Santong when he opened his mouth.
"You, Ximenhou, you have completely annoyed me. Today, even if I have exhausted all the financial resources of Wangyue Tower, I will kill you here!"
With a roar, Qian Santong's hand suddenly appeared, and a signal popped out into his hand.
I ignited the signal flare in my hand and shot it into the sky, and three golden ingots appeared.
"Money tee, you!"
Ximenhou also didn't expect that Qian Santong would be completely irritated by his casual words.
Just now he considered that there might be room for relaxation between Qian Santong and he didn't have the first choice to make a shot.
But he didn't expect Qian Santong to be completely irritated by his hard work, and Ximenhou no longer kept his hands.
Three black shadows sprang out from behind when they raised their hands, strangling the three Mochizuki cultivators who were dressed in black around him.
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you. I just happen to be unable to find Yue Lian that idiot, so I will vent my anger on you old fellow!"
Ximenhou sneered, and gestured to the cultivator of the Blood Puppet Pavilion behind him, motioning them to come on quickly.
"With the Sect Master present, these monks in Wangyue Tower will undoubtedly die, kill me!"
As soon as Ximenhou made his move, the blood puppet pavilion elder behind him immediately responded, urging the puppet to rush towards the monk Wangyuelou.
Next to Qian Santong, the young girl let out a long sigh of relief when she heard that the people in the Blood Puppet Pavilion hadn't found her master.
At the same time, the worries in my heart have not been let go. Master has disappeared for so long, and I don't know what is going on, as well as Sister Rose and the others, what is the situation now.
After not meditating for too long, the young girl reacted quickly, and also activated the unique communication ability of Huayinglou, and notified the disciples of Huayinglou in the Dragon City to come and support as soon as possible.
Ximenhou didn't try his best, but only sent three puppets. Obviously, he had other plans.
No matter what it is, the young girl knows that the comer is not good, and must gather the forces of Huayinglou as soon as possible.
I heard that Ximenhou had seven core puppets, all of which were cultivated in the Mahayana period. Now the other party only released three, so there must be some secret layout.
When the young girl was vigilant, the blood puppet pavilion was another group of about fifty disciples who dared to come, greatly alleviating the pressure on the blood puppet pavilion.
With the three puppets of Simon Hou joining the battle, the situation in the Blood Puppet Pavilion was immediately reversed.
Even if the monks in Wangyue Tower on Qian Santong's side had a high level of cultivation and dared to fight hard, they could hardly resist the attack of three or five puppets from the blood puppet pavilion as soon as they came up.
For a while, Qian Santong's cultivator's defeat appeared. On the other hand, the blood puppet pavilion cultivator became more and more courageous as he fought.
"Hahaha, Qian Santong, you old fellow, I can now give you one last chance to retreat."
"If not, you will die on this ghost mountain and be a lonely wild ghost!"
Ximenhou was surrounded by a group of disciples and smiled arrogantly at Qian Santong.
Seeing Ximenhou's arrogant face, Qian Santong's expression was a little gloomy.
"Ximenhou, it's not the end, I suggest you don't be so arrogant!"
Qian Santong shouted angrily, the next second, a flash of inspiration in his hand, a dark pill appeared in his hand.
Looking at the pill in his hand, Qian Santong had a struggling look in his eyes, and he was about to swallow it in one bite. Suddenly, a cold and moonlike sword light shot out from the nearby woods, harvesting the heads of more than ten Blood Puppet Pavilion disciples.
Such a shock shocked everyone present. On the other hand, the young girl showed a surprise look on her face.
After a ray of sword light, a dozen sword shadows swept across, harvesting the heads of more than a dozen disciples in the Blood Puppet Pavilion.
"Whoever dares to come and ruin my blood puppet pavilion's good deeds, is it because he thinks his life is too long!"
Seeing this, Ximenhou frowned and yelled in the direction where Jian Guang appeared.
At this time, the anger in Ximenhou's heart was constantly rising.
But I didn't expect the twists and turns to come again and again, which is really irritating.
"Heh, Simon Hou, didn't you come here to look for me at Ghost Mountain? How come I appear in front of you now, you are unexpected!"
A cold voice sounded, and in the horrified eyes of the cultivators in the Blood Puppet Pavilion and Wangyue Tower, Yue Lian's cold and cold figure appeared in front of the two formations.
"Master, it's really you, it's great that you are fine!"
The first thing to react in the next second was naturally the young girl next to Qian Santong, shouting at Yue Lian with joy.
"Qing girl, you should also take away your carefree character, let you practice the piano to make you feel relieved, how come you still have this character."
Yue Lian reprimanded the young girl with a smile, turned her head to look at Qian Santong and nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Qian, for leading others to help. For such kindness, Yue Lian can't repay him. After all the villains in the Blood Puppet Pavilion are killed, Yue Lian will come to visit."
"The landlord Yue is polite. I actually didn't intend to help Huayinglou during my trip. It's just that the blood puppet pavilion is too deceiving, and the little old man can't get past it."
Faced with Yue Lian's thanks, Qian Santong just smiled and explained.