177 Chapter 177 The Lord of Yan Palace

Ling Mohan chased him out, but he came back after a while, and said apologetically to everyone: "The other party is coming and going fast, and he can't see his whereabouts anymore. ?w1.?8?1?z8w?.com"

The members of the Medicine Master Guild shook their heads one by one, and President Yu sighed: "It's not your fault, the people of Yan Temple are always elusive, and they are also strong, so the boy was targeted because of him. Medicine refining talent."

"What kind of power is Yan Palace? Will my master be in danger?" Leng Shuang came to them and asked anxiously.

The president of the black market came over and said: "The power of Yan Temple is even greater than that of the black market. Whether it is a power that Xingyun Academy or other families can't afford to provoke, the Lord of Hell is a strong man who cannot see the end of the dragon. No one knows where Yan Temple's base is, and the little brother of the ghost doctor falls into their hands, I'm afraid it's a lot of misfortune..."

"No! My master will be fine!" She drank loudly, looking at the president of the black market with cold eyes: "You black market have to help me find the master!"

"Don't worry, we will inquire about your master's whereabouts." President Ke did not refuse.

"You can rest assured. As far as I know, Yan Palace has arrested a lot of alchemists and pharmacists recently. Maybe, your master will not be in danger." The president of the pharmacist guild said with a sigh, "Okay." A spirit medicine Dabi originally wanted to select talents, but who would have thought it would be made like this by the people from Yandian.

The matter spread like a feather in the wind, making people sigh, and they are all guessing whether the red-clothed boy is alive or dead?

However, as night fell, a black figure quietly and silently came to a house in a few vertical leaps.

"Kill the Hell Lord!"

The sixteen black monks in the courtyard saluted respectfully on one knee.

"Get up!"

The low and cold voice contained powerful coercion. With a flick of his robe, he sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. When he turned and sat down, his face was also revealed.

It is a stunningly handsome face. The facial features seem to have been carefully carved by God. The facial contours are as sharp as a knife, cold and handsome, and under the sword eyebrows, the pair of deep and mysterious rays of light His eyes were restrained with a sharp and sharp edge, but just one glance made one involuntarily lower his head, not daring to meet his striking black pupils that contained powerful coercion and edge.

And under that tall nose is a thin and sexy lip, which is slightly pursed at this time, and there is a cold breath all over his body, noble like a god, and fierce and domineering like a king of heaven and earth!

If Feng Jiu saw it at this time, she would definitely exclaim: Uncle Ling!

That's right, the owner of the Yan Palace is exactly the Ling Mohan that Feng Jiu is familiar with, and Ling Mohan is just a fake identity of him who walked outside and entered the Nebula as a mentor. Posted after careful handling, it's real.

"What's wrong with the person?" Hell Lord asked in a calm voice, a hint of laziness in his low voice, as well as the imposing manner of a superior.

"Go back to Hell, the kid who was caught is still in a coma, not awake." A black-clothed monk said respectfully.

"Take good care of people, and go back to Yan Palace with Benjun tomorrow."

Hearing this, the sixteen black-clothed monks were all overjoyed: "Master is going back to Yan Temple?"

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard the guard behind him exclaim: "Not good! That kid is going to run away!"