When Lin Qingyang opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eyes was a bright and colorful Colored Glass Chandelier. The light refracted various colors through the colored glass.
It's so ugly! What kind of exaggerated aesthetics is this! Lin Qingyang complained in his heart, holding up his arms and trying to sit up, but he felt that his whole body was very heavy, and he even had trouble breathing.
I sat up and looked around. I saw that this was a luxuriously decorated room, with gorgeous brocade on the bed and gold inlaid on the bed frame. The decoration style was exactly the same as Jin Yao Workshop.
He moved his heavy legs out of bed, feeling that his hands and feet were tied with sandbags. He raised his hand and touched his neck, and found that there was something like a leather ring around his neck.
Lin Qingyang frowned and tried to mobilize Spiritual Power, but found that he couldn't use Spiritual Power at the moment. When he saw Windflower Sword on the table, he tried calling Lin Yao again, but there was no response.
Lin Qingyang walked to the mirror beside the bed and took a look, and saw that he was wearing something similar to Demon-Locking Ring around his neck. It should be this Spiritual Power that restricted him. He usually has Spiritual Power running in his body, which makes his body light and comfortable. Once he is used to that feeling, now he returns to the state of an ordinary person, and his limbs feel heavy.
This is Xuanhuang Sect? What is the situation? Why did Xuanhuang Sect kidnap him so well? Could it be that the original owner had offended them before? Lin Yao didn't say that this paragraph was in the book! How come you can encounter this kind of thing when you go out to work!
Lin Qingyang's mind was full of questions. He pulled the leather ring around his neck, but it couldn't be pulled off at all. He held Windflower Sword with some disbelief and tried to cut it off. Unexpectedly, the collar suddenly tightened and strangled his neck. The instant suffocation made him unable to hold the sword in his hand. He fell to his knees and his eyes turned black due to lack of oxygen.
Lin Qingyang wanted to call someone, but couldn't say a word. He became anxious in his heart. He wouldn't be strangled to death by this thing! Just when he was about to faint, the collar finally came loose.
Lin Qingyang collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. His rapid breathing triggered a fit of coughing, which tore his throat and hurt him.
At this moment, the door creaked open, and Hua Jin walked in, shaking Bone Fan in her hand and looking at him with a smile, while Kong Qin, who had been plotting against them before, also followed behind her.
"I didn't expect that the famous Elegant Sword Immortal would be in such an embarrassing situation." Hua Jin looked down at Lin Qingyang with a look of interest.
Lin Qingyang was sitting on his knees coughing, speechless for a moment, and the corners of his eyes were a little red from the choking.
Hua Jin admired his appearance and said faintly, "That is Immortal-Locking Ring, which is improved based on Demon-Locking Ring. It will restrict your Spiritual Power. It will do this when it encounters violent destruction."
"Thank you for your nonsense." Lin Qingyang said in a hoarse voice, standing up while holding on to the table.
Hua Jin looked at him with deep interest in his eyes. "Elder Lin is not only good-looking, but also has an interesting and tight temper."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes to look at her, and hummed softly. "Boss Hua, you should have told me if you like me. I'm not a person who doesn't understand amorous feelings, so why go to such trouble."
Hua Jin smiled and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's Sect Leader's intention to invite you here."
Lin Qingyang frowned and asked, "Where are the others?"
Hua Jin smiled and said, "Sect Leader has prepared a banquet. You will naturally see it when you go."
Lin Qingyang frowned deeper. He glanced at Hua Jin and Kong Qin and knew that he couldn't help it at this moment, so he had to follow them out. I have to say that Xuanhuang Sect is indeed richer than Nine Skies Sect, Red Wall The palace-style buildings with green tiles, the pavilions and pavilions with carved beams and painted beams, and even the Spiritual Plant planted in the courtyard are very rare, not to mention the male Demoness slaves coming and going. They are all rare and beautiful, even worse than Jin Yao Workshop. This human trafficking is really profitable.
Lin Qingyang sighed, and walked all the way to a gorgeous Great Hall. Lin Qingyang and Hua Jin walked in one after another, Kong Qin was waiting outside the hall. The hall was also luxuriously decorated, with a huge long table in the middle, filled with delicacies and fine wines, and decorated with flowers Spiritual Plant, but no one here moved their chopsticks.
I saw Mo Yan sitting on one side of the long table with a dark face, and also wearing the so-called Immortal-Locking Ring around his neck. His face was ashen, and the cups and plates in front of him were shattered on the table. The waiter was cleaning up, and his expression softened a little when he saw Lin Qingyang coming in.
Lin Qingyang walked over and sat next to Mo Yan, while Hua Jin sat opposite and said with a smile, "Wait a moment, Sect Leader will be here shortly."
Mo Yan snorted, obviously very dissatisfied with this hypocritical politeness. Lin Qingyang noticed that sitting next to Hua Jin opposite, there was a short man with a thin body, a baby face, frizzy hair, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he was yawning constantly, almost falling asleep.
"That's Lu Sanming, Peak Master of Qiaohua Peak." Mo Yan whispered.
Lin Qingyang It is clear. I heard before that four of the seven Peak Masters of the Xuanhuang Sect are dead. Now there are only Hua Jin of Jinyue Peak, Lu Sanming of Qiaohua Peak, and Baiyao Peak's Wu Ze. He had roughly heard of this Lu Sanming. It was said that he was withdrawn but was very good at making mechanical magic weapons. Demon-Locking Ring was made by him. It seems that the Immortal-Locking Ring on his neck was also made by him.
At this time, I heard the palace door open again, and a tall man walked in. He looked about forty, with a beard and a rough look. Only his right eye and half of his face were covered with white bandages. He was Sect Leader of the Xuanhuang Sect. Cen Ru'an. Lin Qingyang recalled that he had heard that Cen Ru'an was also attacked by Great Demons. It seemed that it was not a rumor. And Cen Ru'an is followed by a man in black. It is Lin Qingyang. The man I saw at Jin Yao Workshop last night must be Peak Master from Baiyao Peak. Wu Ze. Wu Ze is still the same mask-like Deadface, and his face seems to be paler than before. When he got closer, he smelled a strong and choking aroma on his body, Hua Jin also frowned and fanned himself with a fan.
"You two Elder are here well." Cen Ru'an said with a smile, sounding as if they were not kidnapped, but were really guests.
"Don't take it seriously, your Xuanhuang Sect's hospitality is really eye-opening." Mo Yan said coldly.
"Elder Mo still has such a bad temper." Cen Ru'an smiled and looked at Lin Qingyang, "Elder Lin hasn't seen him for many years, but his style is still the same. He must have improved a lot in his swordsmanship over the years."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said, "Take this thing off and I'll show you."
Cen Ru'an smiled and said, "I don't want to offend you two. I really have something to ask Elder Lin for help."
Lin Qingyang looked at him with sharp eyes and said slowly, "Sect Leader Cen wants my Demon Slave!"