Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Yu Zhao suddenly came back to her senses. She had forgotten to ask the senior's name. Then she thought that he should know it when he went to the border to deliver the token.

In the cramped space, only stones lay quietly on the ground. The girl took one last look at the place where the old man had just disappeared, then closed her eyes, bowed deeply, and then turned and left silently.

After clearing away the rocks blocking the way, her eyes suddenly lit up. Song Yulan and the others were waiting for her.

However, Ye Qingshan and the others were all asleep on the ground, and Zhen Wuqing was also sleeping beside them. The two of them leaned on each other, sleeping in a slumber, and snoring unusually loudly. When Leng Quanyi saw Yu Zhao, her eyes lit up slightly, a warm smile flowed on her face, and she waved to her hurriedly.

"Sister!!!"

Hearing this, Song Yulan, who had lowered her head to polish her sword, suddenly looked up at Yu Zhao, and her anxious expression faded for a moment. "You finally came out. I told you that if you didn't come out, I would carry Ye Qingshan and rush in directly."

It took too long and she was getting anxious, but luckily the person was fine.

Yu Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled. It was good to have someone waiting for him. "Let's go."

They still had to continue looking for an exit to reach the seventh floor.

The young man in the tree breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar figure. Qin Yun suddenly patted his shoulder and said in an unclear tone, "You can leave now. The mosquitoes have already been fed several times. If another batch comes, I will be sucked into a dried corpse by mosquitoes."

Le Li raised his arm covered with red bumps, with the same expression on his face. Even the spirit sword on Shen Yuzhuo's waist vibrated twice, "I'm almost growing mushrooms on my body."

If we delay any longer, the opportunity will be lost. Now that people have seen it, it’s time to leave.

The Youlong Sword rubbed the corner of its sword master's robe with its scabbard, and took the opportunity to knock back the head of the Skin-Transforming Ghost King when he was not paying attention. Although he didn't know why the sword master adopted that thing, he would not let it show up and do evil.

What's more, Shen Yuzhuo's two senior brothers are around. It would be terrible if they were discovered, and it would be detrimental to Shen Yuzhuo's relationship with his fellow disciples.

The two people on the side did not notice Youlongjian's little movement, but just looked at Shen Yuzhuo, hoping that he could get down from the tree. It felt so perverted to squat on the branches and peek at others secretly. Wouldn't it be better to just go find someone else to do it?

Yu Zhao, who was not far away, had already embarked on his journey, and the teleportation array should be nearby.

Yu Zhao walked in the front and touched the dark pattern on his sleeve in a daze. Maybe they were a little slow, and the disciples of Wanjian Sect had already left on the teleportation array, so the talisman became ineffective. Maybe it was not the boss's fault.

In the end, the few of them searched separately and found the teleportation array in a bird's nest. It must be said that it was quite hidden.

This teleportation array is different from the previous ones. This time it is a single-person teleportation array.

Looking at the chirping birds, Yu Zhao suddenly had a bad thought in his mind. If this single-person teleportation array was used, they would probably be blocked and attacked. Others were also thinking about this problem.

At this time, Ye Qingshan took the initiative to step forward and said that he could go first. He was a physical cultivator and was strong enough to withstand attacks. He could serve as a meat shield for the team, and he was confident.

After a brief chat, they decided to let him go first and let Yu Zhao and Song Yulan take a break.

No one knew that when the Wanjian Sect disciple was sitting on the teleportation array, he secretly used the jade token to send a jade token message to the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect.

[Qingcheng Sect's Yu Zhao captured Fen Yan and killed Si Ziming.]

The teacup on the table was picked up. The leader of the Wanjian Sect glanced at it and squeezed the cup tightly. The boiling hot tea evaporated into hot steam, and then everyone heard a loud "bang".

The teacup was thrown to the ground, leaving a large water stain on the smooth floor. The finest Yuquan Longjing tea leaves were scattered on the ground in a mess, steam rising, and even the tea fragrance seemed to have an inexplicable bitter taste.

The monks sitting below were so frightened that they dared not open their eyes, hoping that it was an illusion. The sect leader had not been so angry for a long time, and they did not dare to put themselves in danger. Everyone huddled in their seats for fear of danger.

Soon a disciple came in to pick up the debris on the ground, and then hurried out, fearing that innocent people would be affected.

A brave elder asked timidly, "Master, calm down. What happened?"

In fact, it was not that he wanted to ask, but if he didn't ask, all the elders would probably be in trouble, so it was better to provide a shield. Last time, he didn't ask, and all the elders were dragged out and beaten with ten sticks.

The hall was completely silent. The Sect Master of Wanjian Sect straightened his robes and tried to calm himself down. After a long while, a disciple of Wanjian Sect brought him tea. The Sect Master took a sip slowly, and the redness on his neck slowly subsided.

The elders below were wondering what had happened, but since the sect leader didn't say anything, they couldn't guess.

His heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down at all. He could only sneak a glance at the face of the leader of the Wanjian Sect from time to time.

"Fen Yan was taken away." he said.

That one sentence was like cold water poured into hot oil, blowing up the entire hall.

One elder was so shocked that he spilled most of his tea, soaking his clothes. "What? Fen Yan was taken away!"

"Then what will our Wanjian Sect do in the future? We've lost a major spiritual vein."

Fen Yan had been in the tower for a long time, and now they were suddenly told that Fen Yan had been taken away, which completely refreshed their three views. After all, there was a saying circulating in the Wanjian Sect about Fen Yan, "The sect leader can die, but Fen Yan cannot be lost."

What's more, the sect master is so angry. If the disciples of the Wanjian Sect took away the Fenyan, it would still be their own thing. But the current situation is obviously another. If people from outside the sect took away the Fenyan, it would shake the foundation of the Wanjian Sect.

It has been the nightmare of the Wanjian Sect since its establishment.

But then the leader of the Wanjian Sect said something else, this time much calmer, "My fourth disciple Si Ziming is dead."

Normally, this news would have been bombshell, but with Fen Yan being taken away by the outer sect, the impact was somewhat reduced. It didn't matter if the person died, as long as Fen Yan was still there, the Wanjian Sect was still there, and disciples could be recruited again.

Almost all the elders felt sorry for Si Ziming's death. He was the only one in the Wanjian Sect who survived Fen Yan's hands, so even though it was against the rules to re-enter the tower, an exception was still made.