Peerless Martial Soul

Opposite him, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a goatee was kneeling, raising his face and saying something.

There was a sparkle in his eyes, and his eyes moved around from time to time, making him look very shrewd.

His attitude towards Yang Buyi was extremely respectful.

After Yang Buyi listened, he pondered for a moment and said slowly: "You mean, Chen Feng has left the sect, right?"

"That's right!" said the middle-aged man with a goatee: "After you gave the order that day, I have been sending people to keep an eye on Chen Feng. However, we were afraid of alerting the enemy, so we always kept an eye on him from a distance and never got close. "

"Today evening, the disciple of the outer sect named Wang Wei went to the valley to say something to Chen Feng, and with the help of Chen Feng, he quickly left his cave and headed southwest of the Qianyuan Sect."

"But this little brat doesn't know that all this has fallen into our eyes. After I got the news, I immediately came to you to report it."

Yang Buyi remained calm and asked in a deep voice: "This time, did you get the news and know where he is going?"

The middle-aged man with a goatee, his eyes flashing: "According to my speculation, he should have gone to Cold Spring City to rob and kill Su Zhaodong."

"Because according to the reports from the spies we placed in the outer sect, Su Zhaodong left the sect today."

"Su Zhaodong and Chen Feng have a deep hatred. Chen Feng will never let go of this good opportunity."

"Is this Cold Spring City?" Yang Buyi showed a thoughtful look in his eyes and said slowly: "Lengquan City is six to seven hundred miles away from the Qianyuan Sect. This distance is acceptable."

Yang Buyi said slowly: "This little brat has finally left the Qianyuan Sect. He has been hiding in the Qianyuan Sect these days. Even if I want to attack him, I can't find a chance."

"The last time he went to Changhe City, the journey was too close. If he was kidnapped and killed on the way, the news would easily leak out. This time he went to Cold Spring City and was simply asking for his own death!"

He looked at the middle-aged man with a goatee and ordered: "It's time for him to take action. Go and notify him now!"

Goatee responded respectfully: "Yes!"

Yang Buyi's eyes showed deep hatred, staring at him, and said in a cold voice: "That little bastard killed my son and made me suffer such humiliation. I must let him die without a burial place!"

"You must complete this errand for me, otherwise I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

The middle-aged man with the goatee suddenly shivered. Knowing Yang Buyi's method, he quickly knelt on the ground and lowered his head even further.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will handle it properly."

After a while, the middle-aged man with a goatee left the palace where Yang Buyi was and walked towards the inner sect.

It seemed that he was about to return to his residence, but when he was approaching the inner sect, he suddenly turned and entered the forest next to the Qianyuan sect.

After a cup of tea, I came to a hidden valley, where an old man who looked older than Yang Buyi, with white hair and beard, who was seventy or eighty years old, was sitting cross-legged, practicing quietly. .

The middle-aged man with a beard walked up to him and whispered: "The opportunity has come. Chen Feng has gone to Cold Spring City. Go there and intercept him!"

"Mr. Yang ordered that Chen Feng must be killed!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed through, and he said in a cold voice: "Are you speaking to me in a commanding tone?"

The middle-aged man with the goatee was panicked, but he still said harshly: "This is the order of Mr. Yang!"

The old man suddenly snorted coldly, brushed out his sleeves, and hit the middle-aged man with a goatee heavily on the chest. He was knocked dozens of meters away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

The old man stood up, waved his sleeves, and said in an arrogant and cold voice: "If Chen Feng hadn't killed my nephew this time, how would I have cooperated with you?"

"Yang Buyi doesn't dare to talk to me like this, who do you think you are?"

With that said, he straightened his sleeves and turned to leave.

At this time, Su Zhaodong was riding a strange monster beast, heading towards Cold Spring City rapidly.

The monster was extremely fast and lightning-fast, but Su Zhaodong seemed to think it was not enough. He kept pushing and kicked the monster's belly with both legs.

There was a trace of anxiety on Su Zhaodong's face. His eyes were solemn, and he seemed to have seen Lengquan City not far away through the heavy fog.

Cold Spring City is the seat and foundation of the Su family. One-third of the business in the city is controlled by the Su family.

The Su family is the overlord here, and even the city lord's palace has nothing to do with it.

The Su family is full of talented people and has extremely strong financial resources. Su Zhaodong's ability to climb to such a high position in the Qianyuan Sect is inseparable from the support of the family.

Of course, with his support, the family's strength has also expanded rapidly.

And just this morning, urgent news came from the family that his eldest brother, the current head of the Su family, suddenly died of illness, and he was asked to go home quickly and take charge of the overall situation.

So Su Zhaodong rushed towards the family in a hurry, and he couldn't help but be in a hurry.

Now in this family, in addition to him, there are also his two younger brothers, who are also quite powerful, and they are deeply rooted in the family, which has an advantage over him.

If he cannot arrive in time, it is very likely that when he returns to the family, the power of the family will have fallen into the hands of the two younger brothers, and he will have nothing to do with him anymore. This is something Su Zhaodong will never allow.