Duan Muwen saw that it was Ran Hu calling, and he was very puzzled in his heart, logically speaking, if it was really good news, it was also called by his father or Duan Boxiu.

It doesn't matter who he called, it's definitely good news.

Duan Muwen didn't bother to think about it, answered the phone, turned on the amplification directly, and shouted in a loud voice: "Hey, Brother Hu, what's the matter, is the surname Qin slaughtered, or is it reconciled?" ”

He was deliberately trying to make it heard by the rest of the hall.

Qin Hou has a great influence in the south of the Yangtze River, and many of the people who came to the meeting today are echoing worms, just to let them know who has the final say in this Dongjiang Basin.

Ran Hu was silent for a while.

"Hey, you're fucking, you're talking." Duan Muwen thought it was a signal problem, and shouted twice.

In addition to speaking, he also sneered at some cronies in the hall quite proudly, indicating that the good news was coming soon.

The originally lively crowd also stopped talking, pricked up their ears, and waited for the final news.

"Hey, Brother Tiger, open your mouth, did you take out Qin Hou, are you crazy?"

Duan Muwen blew a puff of smoke, and Lang'er asked with a smile.

After a long time, Ran Hu's sad voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's over, it's over, it's all over!" ”

"What's over? You'd better be clear. Duan Muwen listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, Ran Hu's voice as if he was about to die, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

"The four elders and the head of the family are gone, and Bo Xiu and several old brothers were all burned to death by Qin Hou in the Sunset Teahouse."

"The Duan family is dying!"

Ran Hu was on the other end of the phone, and his low crying voice was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the heart of the Duan family, and it hurt fiercely.

"You, what did you say?" Duan Muwen couldn't believe his ears.

"Lao Tzu said that the Duan family is dead, are you deaf?" Ran Hu was also very annoyed, and roared on the other end of the phone, and pinched it unhappily.

Listening to the beep of hanging up on the other end of the phone, Duan Muwen was like being struck by lightning, and the mobile phone seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds in his hand!

How is this possible, the old man and father are gone?

How so?

How can this be?

The four elders are powerful people, how could they die?

Duan Muwen's brain was blank, sweating like rain, sitting on the chair and muttering.

The hall was silent at the moment, except for the sound of rapid breathing.

Bai Fei's hanging heart finally relaxed, he knew that his own stage moment was coming, and his life would also turn a new page.

But now is not the time to get excited, because he still has a lot of work to do, and he must calm down.

"Uncle, uncle, you are so miserable, you died unjustly!"

Bai Fei threw himself on the ground, beat his chest and feet, and cried.

The crying was tears, and it was more grief than the death of his own father.

"What the fuck are you looking at, get out of here, get out!"

Duan Muwen was furious and lashed out at the guests who were standing still.

As soon as everyone heard that the Duan family was dying, who would dare to stay here, they wished they had slipped away early, and they didn't even bother to say hello, and they all ran away.

"Cousin, you are still benevolent and righteous, these bastards, one by one, they are unreliable."

"The sea of clouds is collapsing, it's not a way for us to guard this old mansion, in case Qin Hou comes to the door, it's not a dead end."

Duan Muwen and Bai Fei hugged their heads and cried, wiped away their tears, and began to think of a way out.

"Second brother, how many of us still have us." Bai Fei asked.

"Everyone has been transferred to the teahouse to fight Qin Hou's ambush, and it is estimated that they will all disperse at this time, and I will have a hundred and ten old people left!"

"The key is that there is no reliable person in charge."

Although Duan Muwen is a second ancestor, when he comes back to his senses, he still has a brain.

"Then why are you still stunned, hurry up and call the eldest brother." Bai Fei pretended to propose.

Duan Muwen patted his head and said happily: "How did I forget this stubble." ”

……

The capital, the outer gate of the Yan family.

Since the Yan family bloodily erased the Chu family in the past, there was a martial god Yan Jiutian, and it became the largest family in China!

The Yan clan almost controls the largest power of the Chinese political, commercial and military forces, especially the north, which can be called the north of the Yan family!

Because the family is too large, the Yan family cannot be divided into two doors.

The inner gate gathers almost two-thirds of the grandmaster-level masters in northern China, and there is a mysterious Yan family army that is feared all over the world, and someone once said that the Yan family is not only rich and rival the country, but also a private armed force, which can pacify a small country and sweep across the African continent!

The outer gate is a springboard to enter the inner gate, almost the best talents in the country, the most different soldiers, martial cultivators, are concentrated in the outer gate of the Yan family, seeking an opportunity to enter the inner door and soar into the sky.

Of course, for martial arts practitioners, money and fame are trivial matters, and most people are completely out of fanaticism for worshiping the martial gods, even if they squeeze into the inner door and achieve nothing, as long as they can see the martial gods at the annual orientation meeting, they will have no regrets in this life.

In addition to the countless challengers in the outer gate, there are also a group of preparatory disciples.

The preparatory disciples are the elites who have been carefully selected from these disciples.

Although it can't be compared with the disciples of the inner gate, because it is the essence of the whole country, the reserve team is already a huge force second only to the inner gate, and it is the place where the Yan family's deepest talent resources are reserved!

In charge of the outer door is Yan Baye!

Yan Baye is Yan Jiutian's eighth brother, he is actually not very old, he is in his early forties, but he is the most trusted person by Yan Jiutian!

Because of the guidance of the Martial God, no one in the world knows how high Yan Baye's cultivation is.

Because he has never made a move in his life, when he was on the list, the Sima family had a headache, and finally gave him the eighth place, which was neither high nor low!

But some people speculate that Yan Baye can at least enter the top three on the list!

Due to the relative independence of management, the outer gate of Yan Baye is also known as the Eight Desolation Gate.

The reserve legion is called the Eight Desolation Army, and the Eight Desolation Army gathers a large number of elite soldiers tempered between life and death, and after the Yan family's strong training, equipment, elixir, and scientific cultivation, although the Eight Desolation Army is not as famous as the Yan Family's army, it has also made many achievements on the international stage.

Yanjiao Eight Wilderness Base, a small villa hidden in the clouds and mist in the back mountain!

In addition to modern military defense, the villa also has a top-level defense formation in the martial arts world, which can be described as difficult for ghosts and gods to enter!

Yan Baye was wearing a loose waist-binding robe, sitting barefoot and cross-legged in front of the fire, gently shaking the warm wine.

The eighth master has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, long hair and a shawl, a slender figure, a smile, and two shallow dimples on his face, extremely friendly and sunny!

Especially those snow-white, clean hands, which are always spotless! Whether it's warm tea, bartending, or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it's all fragrant!

Handsome, elegant appearance, and profound cultivation make Yan Baye look like an eighteen-year-old young man.

Whether it is his eyes, movements, or demeanor, no one can find a trace of forty years old from him!

But in the world, no one dares to underestimate this eighth master, because those who are confused by his age have all died at his hands.

(End of chapter)