Douluo: I have infinite energy

Seeing the token, the surrounding Wuhundian members were also stunned for a moment. Their leader breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand at the soldiers: "Put down your weapons. Don't be nervous. We are one of our own."

With the token given by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, Yunfeng was naturally entertained by the Spirit Branch Hall of Silvis City and met the bishop here.

Bishop Wesley was standing in front of Yunfeng at this moment and said solemnly: "Do you have any instructions?"

Because Yunfeng was in a hurry, he didn't even exchange a few words with the other party and went straight to the point: "He is my friend and he was seriously injured. I have to do something very important now and I can't take care of him. Could you please help me find someone to look after me?

As for the two of them, they were drugged, so let's take care of them together. "

When he said this, he had already built three wheelchairs and was holding the three people in them.

Bishop Wesley blinked after seeing it. He felt it was a bit magical, but he didn't know whether it was the opponent's martial spirit or some kind of soul guidance device.

"What about him?" Wesley pointed at Huang Fu who was tied up. It seemed that he was no longer Yunfeng's friend.

"His name is Huang Fu. Not long ago, he captured the granddaughter of the leader of the Po Zhi clan, that is the little girl, and blamed her on Wuhun Palace. Let's tie her up and put her aside for now, and keep her as a personal identification."

"Well...I understand," Wesley knew what Yunfeng meant. When he sent the little girl back, he took Huang Fu with him and handed it over to the Po Zhi clan, which would also save Wuhun Palace from being wronged.

Although Wesley also knew that the Po Clan was a former affiliated sect of the Haotian Sect, he could still tell the difference in such matters, at least he would not do such dirty things.

And Wuhun Palace cannot be stained with this kind of stigma. This is an unacceptable shame for any organization.

Thinking of this, Wesley looked at Huang Fu with a cold look. This man actually did such a thing and thought about blaming Wuhun Palace. He deserved it.

However, Wesley also understood that Huang Fu could not die in the hands of Wuhun Palace. His life needed to be left to the Po Zhi Clan.

This has nothing to do with the relationship between Wuhundian and the Po Zhi clan, but this is the basic way of handling things.

Moreover, in fact, apart from the fact that Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect injured the previous Pope Qian Xunji, causing him to die from serious injuries, and the Po Zhi Clan is an affiliated clan of the Haotian Sect, there is no direct conflict between Wuhun Palace and the other party. It's a camp issue.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of them." Bishop Wesley said with a smile, and then ordered the people around him, "Go and arrange a room for each of them and take good care of them. Oh yes, remember to ask the female members to take care of them."

"Yes." The deacon of Wuhun Palace next to him responded, and then left to call for someone.

"As for you..." Wesley looked at Huang Fu with cold sweat on his forehead, "Go to the prison cell first."

Yunfeng had dissipated the restraints on Huang Fu's body and replaced them with special ropes by members of Wuhundian, which could also restrict Huang Fu's movements.

"Okay, thank you Bishop Wesley. I'll go ahead and come back then."

After Yunfeng finished explaining this, he rose directly into the sky and flew into the distance.

"Hiss, this master's strength is really unfathomable..." Wesley looked at the figure gradually receding in the sky and couldn't help but sigh.

As the bishop of King City, Wesley was also a strong man at the Soul Saint level, but he did not sense the fluctuations in Yunfeng's soul power at all. This surprised him and made him even more unable to see through the other party.

now.

Maple City.

"Yang Wudi, don't provoke me!"

The bishop of Maple City Spirit Hall looked at the old man in front of him who was holding a spear and with eight spirit rings floating on his body, and shouted sharply.

"Provocation? When my granddaughter disappeared, you were the only ones from the Spirit Hall at the scene!"

Yang Wudi's eyes contained boundless anger, and the hand holding the soul-breaking gun trembled slightly. If he hadn't exercised great restraint, he might have rushed forward and pierced the bishop with one shot.

Just a few days ago, his son's family came to this city to relax and have fun. Yang Wudi didn't come because he had many affairs to deal with and couldn't get away. Instead, he sent some clan members to accompany them.

Who would have thought that within two days of arriving in this city, my granddaughter would go missing. She would not be found alive or dead.

At that time in that park, apart from their family and some disciples from the Po clan, there were only members of the Wuhun Palace on the other side.

After receiving the news, Yang Wudi rushed to Maple City immediately, and was bound to seek an explanation from Wuhun Palace.

Almost everyone in the Po Clan, including Yang Wudi, believed that Wuhun Palace was responsible for this. Since there was no one else around, if they sneaked in from the outside, they would definitely be discovered by the Po Clan members.

Secondly, because of the Haotian Sect, they themselves did not have a very good impression of Wuhun Palace. At this moment, they naturally became suspicious of Wuhun Palace.

Yang Wudi's son felt extremely guilty because of his daughter's disappearance, and his hair turned gray overnight.

"I said, this was not done by our Wuhun Temple at all, and we don't bother to do it." The bishop was also extremely angry at this moment, feeling very helpless, and he had to withstand the pressure of a Contra.

Yang Wudi snorted coldly: "Then how do you explain that people from your Spirit Hall are also present!?"

"It's just a coincidence. Do we in Wuhun Palace have to stay in the palace at all times?"

The bishop suppressed the anger in his heart and explained.

But Yang Wudi obviously didn't believe what he said. His thinking ability had been washed away by anger. At this moment, he just stubbornly believed that it was Wuhundian who did it.

The bishop also thought that Yang Wudi was making unprovoked frame-ups and provocations, but he couldn't do anything to him because of his strength.

"I'll say it again, let him go and I'll leave," Yang Wudi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to the bishop.

"Then let me say it again, it's not us!

I don’t care what the purpose of your provocation is, but I advise you to think twice before you act, and don’t lead to the destruction of your entire clan just because of a quick move. "

The bishop's attitude also became tougher. He knew that Yang Wudi couldn't attack him, otherwise Wuhun Palace would not let the Po clan go.

"you!"

Yang Wudi's eyes seemed to contain blazing flames, and his breath was undulating violently with anger, but there was really nothing he could do against the bishop.

Even if he believed that Wuhundian was the culprit, he didn't have any evidence, so it didn't help.

"Humph!"

In desperation, Yang Wudi had no choice but to turn around and leave, and think of a solution when he went back.

Returning to a hotel rented by the Broken Clan in Maple City, Yang Wudi sat on a chair with a sad look on his face.

"Father, is there any result?"

Yang Wudi's son Yang Pojun asked with bloodshot eyes and full of hope, but when he saw Yang Wudi's angry look, his heart gradually sank.

"Martial Spirit Hall, what a Spirit Hall! His methods are so despicable!"

At that moment, Yang Wudi really wanted to rush into the Wuhun Hall to cause a scene and find his granddaughter.

After a while, Yang Wudi took a deep breath and sighed helplessly:

"Hey, let's first ask the clansmen to investigate around and ask door to door in the neighborhood to see if they can find any evidence."

Afterwards, Yang Wudi picked up the cage on one side, opened the door, and took out a white pigeon with a tiny bamboo tube tied to its leg.

"I'm here to contact the Min clan, hoping that they can investigate something with their abilities."

After writing the content of the letter on a very small piece of paper, he rolled it up and put it into a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg. Yang Wudi walked outside and gently released the pigeon.

The pigeon was extremely fast and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.