Hearing this, the two of them seemed to be very interested, stopped together, turned their heads, looked at him, and said in unison: How loud?

The voice was as cold as ever, but there was a hint in his tone that he didn't know whether it was teasing or mocking, and he said loudly:

Now, even those three-year-old children know that although the poisonous monster double medicine slave has a strange temper and is moody, he is a big hero, a big hero, as long as he agrees to someone else's thing, he will never go back, I believe this is not just a legend, but an out-and-out fact.

At this moment, although the movements of the double medicine slave were still so stiff and mechanical, like a manipulated puppet, a smug look had already appeared between his eyebrows.

They looked in the direction where the voice came from, as if they were very comfortable by the sycophants just now, and then looked at Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang, and said in unison: Really? We have been away from the rivers and lakes for so long, and we still think that those friends on the rivers and lakes have forgotten about our two old guys?

The voice suddenly sneered, and said in a deep voice: Of course it's true, you don't go out to inquire, I, the owner of the Money-Throwing Villa, am my old marquis the kind of person who can deceive people?

Could it be that fifty years ago, my father rescued you from the canyon at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, just so that I could trick you into playing in the future?

Still is...... Still is...... Or do you think that my father is dead, and you no longer take me, the young master of the Golden Villa, in your eyes?

Hearing this, the old immortal and the immortal couldn't die seemed to feel extremely guilty, and they glanced at each other, and then hurriedly kowtowed in the direction from which the voice came:

No, no, absolutely not, the master's words are always right, whether it is the old master or the young master, we poisonous monsters and double medicine slaves will always be slaves of the gold-throwing villa in this life, we will do whatever the master tells us to do, now, we will go and cut off the heads of these two people.

With that, the two of them suddenly got up.

At this moment, the murderous aura condensed on his body was even stronger than just now, like the petals of a rose in full bloom, exuding a heavy haze.

They walked towards Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang step by step, making a knife gesture with their right hand, raising it high, looking like they were about to be split down in an instant.

However, their movements were completely lacking in the agility and agility that they had just been when they were walking on the stone wall, and what was more rigid and mechanical was exceeding.

And in their eyes, they were even more dazed, vague, and they looked like puppets being manipulated from behind.

At this moment, they have also completely become manipulated murderous puppets.

What kind of person is manipulating them, who can make the famous poisonous monster double medicine slave so frightened and so obedient? Could it really be the master of the Golden Throwing Villa, waiting in vain.

If this person is really Bai Qinghou, then the Golden Villa is really not as simple as his appearance, and there is indeed a bigger mystery hidden in his interior.

Behind him, there seems to be a bigger force manipulating, and Bai Qinghou is just a pawn in the hands of this force.

Now, even the powerful sect of the Golden Villa has been manipulated by this inexplicable force, so how many sects are still being manipulated by this force in the rivers and lakes?

Lan Yutang really didn't dare to imagine.

What's even more unimaginable is that Bai Qinghou is still manipulating two chips like the Poison-Loving Monster Double Medicine Slave in his hands, no wonder that almost a few masters of the major sects have disappeared inexplicably recently.

If you guess correctly, then it should be the masterpiece of the newly invented "Three Days of Floating Life" of the Double Medicine Slave.

Since they are the slaves of the Golden Throwing Villa, then the Gu poison that they invented is naturally owned by the Golden Throwing Villa.

It's simply a big conspiracy.

At this moment, the poisonous monster double medicine slave was pressing towards Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang step by step, and their raised hand knives were about to cut off their heads, but Lan Yutang not only did not make a little dodge.

I thought that at this moment, he was thinking about these things in his head.

If the black shadow who spoke was really Bai Qinghou, looking at the two old men who were once famous and shocked by the rivers and lakes so respectfully to Bai Qinghou, then these rare treasures in the cave should have been accumulated in the past few decades of the Golden Throwing Villa, right?

I'm afraid that these riches can't even be compared to the Fujia Villa, which is known as a rich country in the rivers and lakes.

As for the white bones that are full of forests, it is likely to be the most recent rivers and lakes, or in the twenty years since Bai Qinghou took over the Golden Villa, those backbone sects in the rivers and lakes who refused to surrender to the powerful evil force have disappeared inexplicably.

However, there is one thing that makes Lan Yutang feel very puzzled, why did Bai Qinghou join this force, looking at the jewels all over the ground, he shouldn't be in it for money, right?

Is it for fame?

Twenty years ago, Bai Qingyi became even more famous after defeating Sword Thirty on the shore of Luoshui Lake, and almost formed a strong trend with the most prestigious Fujia Villa in the rivers and lakes, Burial Sword Island, what other fame do you want?

Unlikely.

No, there is another possibility. Thinking of this, Lan Yutang was suddenly startled.

Could it be that he wants to......

He wants to be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?

Lan Yutang suddenly smiled bitterly, couldn't help but shake his head, and then looked at the person who had been hiding in the shadows who claimed to be the owner of the Golden Throwing Villa, Bai Qinghou.

At this moment, the man was still deeply hidden, and his whole body was hidden in the shadow cast by the tall stone pillars in the corridor.

Lan Yutang looked at the poisonous monster double medicine slave who was pressing towards him step by step, but there was still no reaction, he didn't even move.

His body did not move, but he had already grasped the immortal jade flute tightly in his hand.

Ever since he had been tossed in his hand just now, the dirty blood in his body mixed with the Floating Three Days Gu Poison had completely flowed out.

His inexplicably lost physical strength and true strength have gradually recovered, and in addition, his five senses, such as sight, hearing, and touch, have also completely returned to normal.

Even if it is not fully recovered, it is almost nine out of nine, and it should not be a problem for this ninety percent skill to use his best Golden Phoenix Dart.

He held the hand of the immortal jade flute and moved, as if he was really about to make a move.

However, the object of his attack was not the two monsters of the old immortal and the immortal, but to the white who had been hiding in the shadows and claimed to be the owner of the gold-throwing villa.

Although he was completely unsure, he was still going to make a move.

He didn't want to kill this person who claimed to be Bai Qinghou under his immortal jade flute, he just wanted to force him out of the dark shadow to see if he was Bai Qinghou.

If yes, he just wanted to ask why he wanted the poison-loving monster double medicine slave to kill him, if not, he just wanted to ask why he was pretending to be Bai Qinghou, what exactly was the intention?

He wasn't sure, but he really wanted to give it a try.

Even if he restrained the man with a single move, he might not be able to force him to tell him what he was conspiring to, so there was only one way to get him to tell why he was doing it.