"The Great Elder of the Inner Elders' House, that is, the father of the true disciple Murong Tian, Murong Zhen. I have secretly found out that Murong Zhen was charged with stealing the inner door of the Wang Clan's martial arts sect and pressed on your grandfather's head, causing your grandfather, me, and you to suffer an unjustified injustice. Father said slowly.

Wang Xing nodded lightly, and Murong Zhen, the Great Elder of the Inner Gate, was about to stand up, but was pressed down by the iron pillar on the side.

"Uncle Tiezhu, you?" Wang Xing asked angrily.

"Wang Xing, the most important thing at the moment is not revenge, but to heal your father. Taking a step back, what can you do even if you find Murong Zhen? Your current martial arts cultivation is indeed extraordinary, but the other party is an inner sect elder, and his cultivation is far higher than yours. And, don't forget, his son is a true disciple. Tie Zhu said in a deep voice.

Wang Xing unwillingly threw a punch into the ground, and the heavy punch with a thousand forces hit the ground, smashing a big hole when he landed.

Unwilling! My father was beaten like this, and he didn't feel unwilling to stab the enemy right away! He never felt as unwilling as he does today!

"Father, don't worry, they will definitely regret this matter!" Wang Xing said through gritted teeth.

A miscellaneous disciple rushed to everyone in a panic, pointed to the outside and stammered, "No, no, it's not good, there are a lot of disciples outside......

Before he finished speaking, there were more than a dozen bangs, and there were already twelve masked people in black robes standing in the courtyard in front of the door, revealing only their eyes. A chill enveloped in all sides, enveloping the entire hut in an icy slaughter. It was also surprising to say that the temperature in the courtyard suddenly dropped, and I saw the white air exhaled in front of me.

Wang Xing's heart was shocked, the martial arts cultivation of these people was not low, compared to himself, it could be said that he was a few levels higher than his existence.

"What?!Even the twelve protectors of the Martial Sect, Qi Tian, appeared?!" Tie Zhu's heart suddenly shook. The Twelve Protectors Qi Tian is one of the hidden forces within the Martial Sect, and is personally led by the Inner Gate Elders. The strength of the martial arts of these Dharma Protectors is no less than that of the True Disciples. Most of the disciples didn't know about the existence of the Twelve Dharma Protectors Qi Tian, because the task of these Dharma Protector Qi Tian was to secretly protect the entire Martial Sect. If there is an enemy who comes to attack, you should kill him.

"Goo!", Tie Zhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. The appearance of the Twelve Dharma Protectors is enough to prove one thing, that is, the Great Elder of the Inner Gate obviously wants to kill Wang Yunlong and his son.

This matter must be reported to the patriarch, and with the power of the patriarch, the twelve protectors of the Dharma Qi Tian will retreat. Looks like it's going to have to be used. The former iron pillar had a relationship with the patriarch, because the two talked very happily, and the patriarch gave him an item. It only needs to be opened, and all criminal laws in the martial arts can be dispensed with. This kind of thing can be described as a gold medal for avoiding death in the martial arts.

Tie Zhu took out a small golden dragon from his bosom and threw the golden dragon into the air fiercely.

"Roar!" the golden dragon let out a dragon groan, flew into the blue sky, exploded, emitted bursts of golden light, and then disappeared.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there was a tall figure in the sky.

This person has a square face, not angry but mighty, and a gray robe rises in the wind.

"This person is stronger!" Wang Xing said secretly in his heart.

"Patriarch!" the twelve Dharma Protectors fell to their knees in unison. Most of the inner disciples around had never seen the true face of the patriarch, and they hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"What caused the twelve Dharma Protectors to appear?" the patriarch floated down and stood in front of the twelve Dharma Protectors.

One of the Dharma Protectors, Qi Tian, took a step forward and said respectfully, "Patriarch Qiqi, this person has trespassed into the Xuantie prison of my sect and rescued the sinners among them. The Great Elder of the Inner Gate Elder's House ordered us to kill the two of them. ”

The cold of the iron pillar was suddenly enveloped, and sure enough, it was the Great Elder who sent the twelve Dharma Protectors Qi Tian to come, and the order was to kill both of them, thinking about the solemn atmosphere just now, they all felt terrible.

"It's up to me to decide, so get out of here. The patriarch waved his hand.

The Twelve Dharma Protectors disappeared in an instant.

The patriarch came to Wang Yunlong's father and son, and the moment he saw Wang Xing, he couldn't help blurting out in his mouth: "What a warrior's seedling." ”

"Thank you Patriarch for your reputation. Wang Xing saluted.

"You and I haven't seen each other in a few days. The patriarch stretched out his hand to investigate Wang Yunlong's body, took out an elixir from his arms, and put it into Wang Yunlong's mouth.

It turned out that the two of them were the current patriarchs of the Wang Clan's martial arts, Wang Yunlong, Tie Zhu and others were childhood friends and used to be friends. It's just that the years have passed, but the circumstances of the three are very different.

"Brother Yunlong, presumably you are here for the matter of your former father?" The patriarch was also the great elder who knew that he was about to ascend to the position of patriarch, but he was suddenly expelled.

Wang Yunlong nodded slowly.

"Brother Yunlong, I am the patriarch of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect, and this matter is related to the Great Elder of the Inner Gate, and I have to deal with it carefully. The patriarch said solemnly.

The Great Elder of the Inner Gate is comparable to the core of the entire Inner Gate. The position of the patriarch of the Wang Clan's martial arts sect does not have absolute power as the outside world thinks, and the existence of the patriarch is similar to the existence of a weapon, a powerful weapon used to deter other sects. After hundreds of years of development, it is the Great Elder of the Inner Gate who truly controls the lifeblood of the entire Wang Clan's Martial Sect.

Even if the patriarch has the heart, he is not strong.

"I still remember the scene that drove us from the Martial Sect, and I swore that I would return to the Martial Sect and regain the honor of my father. Wang Yunlong clenched his fists fiercely. This look is exactly like the appearance of Wang Xing who once wanted to win the first place in Qingyang.

"Sure enough, it's father and son. Chen Tiezhu looked at Wang Yunlong's appearance and said secretly in his heart.

The patriarch nodded slowly.

At this moment, a miscellaneous disciple hurriedly came in and said respectfully: "Patriarch Qiyu, there is a message from the Inner Gate Elders' House that he wants to be arraigned in person. ”

The patriarch frowned and said, "Got it, go down." ”

The disciple then left.

"Brother Yunlong, if you enter the Inner Gate Elders' Court, you must be aware of the consequences. Tie Zhu said to Wang Yunlong.

The Great Elder can be said to be a presence that covers the sky with one hand in the entire Wang Clan's Martial Sect, and the Inner Gate Elder's House is his base camp.

To enter is to die!

"Don't be in a hurry about this matter, now that Lang Xiuwei is getting better and better, one day, he will definitely regain his former glory and make his father avenge his grievances. The patriarch said authoritatively from the side.

Wang Yunlong looked at Wang Xing, his right hand slowly stroked his head for a moment, and said, "My son! After saying that, he looked at Wang Xing with fixed eyes.

Wang Xing sensed that something was wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Father?"

Wang Yunlong's body fell heavily to the ground, already dead!

Wang Xing looked at his father fixedly for a moment, then rushed to his side, frantically sending the spiritual power in his body into it. The surging spiritual power swarmed into Wang Yunlong's body, and his stiff body fell into Wang Xing's arms, his face still showing the previous smile of relief.

"Father, father!" Wang Xing's tears flowed out of his eyes, and his hands continued to convey spiritual power, until after a long time, the spiritual power in the sea of qi was exhausted, and he could no longer mention a little spiritual power, and then he knelt down in front of his father.

The patriarch of the Wang Clan's Martial Sect ran in front of Wang Yunlong, looked at it for a while, and slowly shook his head. Wang Yunlong, who was injured before, had already broken his pulse, and his internal organs were also shattered. If it weren't for Wang Xing's spiritual power, he would have died a long time ago.

"Wang Xing......" Tie Zhu didn't know how to comfort Wang Xing, so he had to call softly. Wang Yunlong was his childhood friend in the martial arts, and his death was also extremely sad in his heart.

Wang Xing looked at his father's corpse steadily, and the bits and pieces of his father in the past ten years appeared in front of him. When he was young, he entered the martial arts hall and fought with his father, his father instructed him to move, and his father's stern face took him to visit Qingyang City cordially. Everything that had been vague before was now imprinted in his mind. Now all of this was shattered in an instant.

His father is dead! His father will never appear in front of him again! Never! He will be left alone in the whole world!

After a long time, Wang Xing carefully picked up his father's corpse, placed it on the bed, and looked at the relieved smile on the corner of his father's mouth in a daze.

"Murong Zhen, I want you to pay for your blood debt!" Wang Xing gritted his teeth, finished speaking word by word, stood up with a snort, and surged out of his body with a surge of spiritual power, striding towards the door.

"Wang Xing!" Tie Zhu dodged in front of Wang Xing and said loudly: "Are you going to die? Your father is dead, does he want you to follow in his footsteps under Jiuquan?!"

"Get out of here!" Wang Xing roared angrily, and the void punch in his right hand swung out heavily. With a snort, Tie Zhu suddenly felt a powerful impact rushing towards him, and his body flew out of the room and smashed against the wall outside. A cobweb-like splinter appeared on the wall.

"Wang Xing, don't be rash. Iron Pillar was still comforting.

The miscellaneous disciples around him looked at Wang Xing one by one for some reason, not knowing what was going on, so that he dared to make a move against Uncle Tiezhu.

"Take a break!" a continuous voice came into Wang Xing's head from behind. At the same time, a force came from behind him. Wang Xing's mind was in a daze, and he took two steps forward and fell to the ground.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night. In front of him stood the iron pillar and the patriarch of the Wang clan's martial arts, and behind them, a new mound of graves had recently been raised, and the tombstone simply read 'Tomb of the Warrior Wang Yunlong'.

"Child, I can imagine your mood at the moment, but what can you do at this time?!" the patriarch stared at Wang Xing with stern eyes, and his appearance was quite similar to Wang Yunlong.

"Father!?" Wang Xing was stunned for a while, and looked at the patriarch of the Wang Clan's martial arts sect blankly. In this moment, he thought of his father. However, he soon realized that the person in front of him was not his father.

Wang Xing gritted his teeth, and drops of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, dripping to the ground, seeping into the dirt. The fishy smell spreads in the mouth, and the seeds of hatred burst out of the ground.