"The Holy Son is coming, and the grandson is far away!"

Gongsun Le arched his hand and spoke, with a faint smile on his face.

What is different from the past is that the current Gongsun Le is less elegant and more majestic.

Fang Xiu said: "The master of Gongsun Hall has succeeded to the throne, and this seat has not received any news from the previous retreat, so now I will come to visit it." ”

"Holy Son, please be seated!"

Gongsun Le stretched out his hand and let Fang Xiu sit on the first seat, while he sat down from the side.

It is true that Tianwei Hall is headed by the hall master, but if it is in front of the Holy Son, then the hall master also needs to be lowered by one position.

After taking a seat!

Fang Xiu looked at Gongsun Le, and the subtle changes in the other party were also keenly noticed by him.

"The master of the Hong Hall won the title of the Martial Arts Grandmaster, and now let the master of the Gongsun Hall succeed to the throne, but he is not wrong, Tianwei Hall really needs a capable person to take charge.

It is believed that in the future, Tianwei Hall will be in the hands of the master of Gongsun Hall, and it will surely prosper and become more than in the past. ”

"Thank you for the praise of the Holy Son!"

Gongsun Le replied modestly.

Now that he was in front of Fang Xiu, he also felt a little pressure.

In the past, Fang Xiu was just a true heir, and he was a noble earth demon and a powerhouse of the Innate Extreme Realm, so naturally he would not have any unusual thoughts.

Even if Fang Xiu later became a candidate for the Holy Son, although his status was comparable to that of the Tiangang Hall Master, he was only an innate martial artist, and he could still treat it with a normal heart.

But now that the other party is the honor of the Holy Son, and the martial arts cultivation is the ultimate martial arts master, the status is not the same.

Even if he was now the master of Tiangang Hall, he couldn't help but bow his head in front of Fang Xiu.

Instinctively, Gongsun Le has a certain humble attitude.

Fang Xiu moved his finger and said lightly: "This time I came here, in addition to congratulating the master of Gongsun Hall, there is another matter that Tianwei Hall needs to deal with. ”

Gongsun Le was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The Holy Son has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to speak!"

"For example, how many people are left in Weitang for Qingzhou today?"

Fang Xiu asked.

The thirty-six halls of Tiangang are the eyes and ears of the Zhengtian Sect, and in addition to Yuzhou, the power is all over the world's Kyushu, providing any information for the Zhengtian Sect as quickly as possible.

Qingzhou, as one of the nine prefectures, naturally cannot be without people from the Zhengtian Sect.

It's just that according to Fang Xiu's understanding, only Tianwei Hall has the most comprehensive control in Qingzhou.

He originally wanted to find Hong Xuankong for this matter, but now that Gongsun Le is the master of Tianwei Hall, it will not be so troublesome.

"Qingzhou?"

Gongsun Le groaned and said, "Holy Son of Qi, since the fall of Wudang Daozi, the power of my sect in Qingzhou has suffered a serious blow.

Nine times out of ten, all of them have been uprooted by the Jianghu forces in Qingzhou, and there must be a shadow of the Wudang faction behind this.

So far, only the strength of our hall in Qingzhou is not much. ”

Speaking of the back, Gongsun Le's tone was also a little helpless.

The ink pouring pool fell into the hands of Fang Xiu, although the two sides were a decisive battle, Fang Xiu also killed the other party with a dignified momentum.

It is impossible for the Wudang faction to completely let go of this matter, and Qingzhou is headed by Wudang.

Therefore, after the fall of the Ink Dumping Pool, the power of the Zhengtian Sect in Qingzhou suffered a heavy blow, and most of the Tangkou forces were uprooted one after another.

Regarding the changes in Qingzhou, the Zhengtian Sect could only shrink its strength, but did not retaliate against Wudang.

After all, Qingzhou is the home of Wudang, and if the Zhengtian Sect wants to have a head-on conflict with Wudang, it will only be more than worth the loss.

And the other party's Daozi descendants are all dead, so it's just a matter of letting them vent.

But it is undeniable that now the Zhengtian Sect's control over Qingzhou has been weakened to a very low level, not to mention that it can't be intervened at all, but at least it needs to be carefully considered.

Hearing this, Fang Xiu was silent for a moment.

In his understanding, when Ouyang Sheng fell into the hands of Mo Dump Chi, the forces of the Wudang faction in Yuzhou also suffered a major purge.

Now Wudang governs himself in the way of others, and no one has any way to say anything about this.

Besides, Wudang is the leader of the righteous path, and the Zhengtian Sect is the leader of the demon path, and the two sides have never been in the same camp.

Even if the current forces on the rivers and lakes are condensed into a line and confront the imperial court.

But Wudang did not show an attitude from beginning to end, neither on the side of the court nor on the side of the rivers and lakes, but maintained a neutral posture.

"I don't know what is going on, Holy Son?"

Gongsun Le asked tentatively, and then said: "However, although the forces in the rivers and lakes of Qingzhou have excluded my teaching, my teaching is not so much that anyone can deal with.

Even if his strength is somewhat weakened, he can still meddle in Qingzhou's affairs. ”

"There is a Ten Thousand Poison Gate in Qingzhou, and this seat needs to know the origin!"

"Ten Thousand Poison Gate?"

Gongsun Le heard this, but after thinking about it for a while, he knew which sect Fang Xiu was talking about.

Those who can spread their reputation in the rivers and lakes are at least second-rate forces.

It just so happened that Wan Poison Gate was a second-rate force with good strength, and he had vaguely heard of this name.

It's just that what puzzles him is that although the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect has a good strength in the second-rate sect, it will not make Fang Xiu feel superior.

After all, the other party can even destroy the top Yiyun Sect among the second-rate forces, not to mention that a mere Ten Thousand Poison Sect only needs an order to completely wipe out this sect.

"But if there is anything in this sect that offends the Holy Son, if there is, Tianwei Hall will destroy it. ”

"No need, just find out the origin of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, as well as the forces that may be behind it, and the rest of the seat will deal with it. ”

Fang Xiu flatly refused to say.

What he wants is not a destroyed Ten Thousand Poison Gate, what he wants is the secret hidden behind the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Fang Xiu did not forget the innate martial artist of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate that he met in Liucheng at the beginning, and the purpose of the other party's trip to Guangyang Mansion.

By now, he was basically sure that the Shenmu Wang Ding in the Ten Thousand Poison Gate was definitely the same thing as the Shenmu Wang Ding he knew in his memory.

Since the Ten Thousand Poison Sect can know about the existence of the Shenmu Wang Ding, it must know other things.

Although Nie Yuan knew some things about the Shenmu Wang Ding, he didn't know much.

For these secrets, Fang Xiu had to seriously explore.

It's a pity that the Zhengtian Sect is not a sect handed down from ancient times, but a force that only rose after ancient times, although it is one of the Zhenzhou sects, but the background is not as deep as those Zhenzhou sects that have been handed down in ancient times.

There are also not many records of the secrets of ancient times.

If he can know, he basically already knows.

The rest of the things still need to be explored by himself.

"I'd like to see what kind of place this is!"

While Fang Xiu was secretly thinking in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of cold light burst out from it.