Chapter 830 (1/2)

After leaving Jiang Tiansheng's headmaster's office, ye Qian didn't go back to his classroom. Instead, he wandered around the campus of No.1 middle school with a cigarette ring in his mouth.

Ye Qian didn't feel much about the other three temples, but the Shura hall seemed to be a thorn in Ye Qian's heart. That doubt could not be dispelled for a long time.

Because in this world, it seems that only the hall of Shura and the world ye Qian used to have had contact.

”Blood demon, Haotian, ye Xiuluo...”

Ye Qian murmured while walking.

According to Jiang Tiansheng's words, ye Xiuluo is not only a member of the Ye family, but also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. And this person who came to this world before himself was actually connected with the blood devil. There are only two possibilities.

First of all, it was a coincidence that happened in the dark.

Second, it was deliberately arranged.

Unconsciously, ye Qian felt that from the beginning of the battle of the sea of blood, or in the endless years ahead, he had a hand secretly planning to promote his own life path.

This feeling made Ye Qian uncomfortable all over the body. As the first immortal in the nine realms, he resisted this arrangement from the bottom of his heart. Or, it was anger.

”Who is it? Who is responsible for all this? ” Walking on the shady path of the campus, ye Qian's heart is full of doubts.

”Is it blood demon or Haotian? Or neither of them is, because they can't control the human world at all. ” With that, ye Qian's eyebrows trembled, and his face was frightened and said, ”can it be him?”

All of a sudden, in Ye Qian's mind, a Taoist in white appears suddenly. He is so scared that he can't say a word.

Pace light pace, ye Qian again forward two steps, and then his body frame in the edge of the woods.

After looking around for a while, ye Qian actually laughed at the empty tree shade. The smile was full of mockery.

”Taoist, since you are here, you'd better come out to meet. It's not your style to sneak along with me all the time!”

After ye Qian's voice dropped, he saw a Taoist in a purple robe came out of the woods in the narrow shade of the tree.

The Taoist has a crane hair and a childlike face. He has a fairytale character.

Ye Qian slowly looked back, narrowed his eyes, and with a faint smile, he faced the purple robed Taoist who was walking towards him.

In fact, it is not the first time that these two people have met. The purple robed Taoist is no one else. He is a monk on Shouyang mountain in the outskirts of Linhai. He is an old monster of innate realm, and a Taoist of Ziyang.

After seeing ye Qian, Ziyang Laodao's face sank slightly. At first, he was surprised, and then he opened his mouth to smile.

”Ha ha ha, little friend, I haven't seen you for a few months. My accomplishments have been improved by leaps and bounds. I can't even see the old way clearly. I'm glad to congratulate you!”

As he came to Ye Qian, the Taoist priest of Ziyang talked with him.

However, ye Qian did not have a good laugh and said: ”I said the old Taoist, we don't need to say more about this set of words. What are you doing in school if you don't practice in your Shouyang mountain? Don't tell me you're here to see a pretty girl? ”