In the sky above Wenfeng Town, the dark and heavy fog was no longer thick, and there were a few places that faintly sprinkled some light. Although it still looks a little dim, it is no longer so depressed, at least it is beginning to seem normal, and there seems to be a trace of anger that makes Wen Fengzhen seem to come to life quietly. There was still no one in the streets and alleys, and the autumn wind swept sadly, but the gloomy rain that almost made people look away was gone, in short, Wenfeng Town had recovered a few traces of normal weather.

Wei Fei, Chen Feng and Zhang Xingci disappeared too suddenly, and several people in the round pit in the central square of the town, the old master and the sun, Shen Lang and Siyue, and the four grandmothers, were still in a daze. Looking up at the sky above, the Yin magic power of Zhang Xing Ancestral Hall was activated, and he rushed towards the golden dragon qi, and the light stimulated by it seemed to be still in the afterimage of the fireworks, and it did not disperse for a long time.

None of these people could react to what had happened in an instant. The true cultivation of the old master and the one who lived that day was almost the same as that of Lao Zhou, Qishan Zhou, and Professor Jin, not to mention Siyue and Shen Lang, as for the fourth grandmother, her mind and gaze never left Zhang Tianru, whether it was just a corpse, or a dream that remained in her heart for twenty-eight years.

"Where's the master and the second master?" After a long time, Shen Lang's exclamation woke up several other people, after all, he had already obtained the mind of the Master's Dao, and he called Wei Fei and Chen Feng as masters, and the two of them didn't have time to teach him anything, but the Master's Dao's mental method of cultivating the artistic conception alone made his foundation very stable.

The old master and the Japanese stared at each other, and the Japanese stared slightly. Immediately, his face was confused for a moment, his Sun Cultivator's technique was from Yi Dao, and the entire layout of Wenfeng Town. It all started with Yi Dao, if it was changed to another time, the technique of the Japanese to determine life and death, and observe the general trend, it was ordinary, but at the moment in the game, he was restricted by the precepts of that technique. After being silent for a while, the day man had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.

The clouds are getting thinner. Dark yellow is a hue sprinkled all over Wenfeng Town, indicating that it should be dusk at this moment, but compared to the previous two days. This dim yellowness also made Wenfeng Town have more fireworks, and even a few people who were still in the pit felt this quiet but obvious change. The old master looked up at the sky. Exhale deeply. "The day is finally going to change......"

"I'm afraid it may not be ......" Si Yue suddenly sneered. The old master turned his head to look and suddenly found that in a moment, there was one person missing from the field, and the four grandmothers were gone. That day was also stunned, and as soon as he lowered his eyes, he heard Siyue say coldly: "No need to calculate, I'm sure she has arrived at the courtyard of the Zhang family in the West Ancestral Hall at this moment, and Zhang Tianru treated her like this." Now that her own son is dead, how can she tolerate Zhang Tianru still having a bone and blood. Siyue's face turned pale. Then, her next target was me. ”

The door of the Zhang family's compound was half-hidden, and suddenly a wind rolled up from the corner of the street, silently flying directly into the courtyard against the ground, strings of golden corn cobs, hanging under the window, suddenly trembling at this moment, and then the figure of the four grandmothers stood strangely in the courtyard.

She glanced around silently, and suddenly waved her hands, but saw eight yellow lights shooting in the air in all directions, and when the eight yellow lights were in the air, it could be seen that they were eight pieces of yellow paper. After the light smoke flashed, eight pieces of yellow paper ignited at the same time, and a flash of fire connected them, enclosing the Zhang family's compound in the middle. The fourth grandmother's nose twitched, and the hatred between her eyebrows almost formed a substance and rushed out of her body.

She was originally a simple-hearted woman, and twenty years of stubborn waiting made her extremely extreme, and when she found out that it was all just a deception, that infatuation turned into a monstrous hatred. She wanted to take revenge desperately, Zhang Tianru died, and her heart also died. But the woman's mind is so weird, she can choose to die with Zhang Tianru, but she must kill Zhang Tianru's eldest son who maintains the situation between the two sides of the strait.

The fourth grandmother determined a direction, stomped her right foot violently, and a layer of green qi along the ground, like an umbrella slowly opened, the tip of the umbrella pointed to the southeast corner of the Zhangjiatang house, the surface of the ground trembled silently, and layers of sand and dust rose up, and it seemed that the place was about to collapse under unbearable force.

However, at this moment, a feather floated from nowhere, and with a bang, a gap appeared in the fire that surrounded the Zhang family's compound, and the corner of the house only trembled, but it did not collapse. The fourth grandmother's half-pinched hand suddenly stopped, "Shen Zhifei? You finally rushed over, Wenfeng Town's matter is over, this is a private matter between me and the Zhang family, why do you want to stop me? ”

An inconspicuous-looking feather duster slowly stretched out, and then a young but resolute face appeared in front of the fourth grandmother. It was not Shen Zhifei, but his son Shen Wendian, who was holding the magic weapon feather staff of Fengjiao in his left hand, but he trembled slightly, betraying his somewhat nervous mood. His right hand hung down at his side, his palm was weak, and a few feathers faintly shone a little.

"Is that you?" The fourth grandmother's eerie aura has reached the extreme, "What do you want to do?" The voice was sharp and cold, and a ruthless and waveless power came out, not from the mana of cultivation, but from the deep desire of the heart.

Shen Wendian's hands were trembling more obviously, and his face was as pale as snow, but he didn't flinch, his voice was very dry, and he could hear that he was trying to keep himself calm, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

The fourth grandmother hesitated for a while, she could see that the feather duster was actually the magic weapon feather staff of the Wind Horn Technique, and she could also see the mystery of Shen Wendian's right hand, but she couldn't guess what Shen Wendian's intention was, she asked tentatively: "Could it be that you want to kill him?" "With the open and secret battle between the East and West Shrines, Shen Wendian appeared here, and it is reasonable for the fourth grandmother to ask this.

Shen Wendian's gaze slanted, under his feet was a secret room, which was given by Zhang Tianru the key to preparing to restart the cross-strait situation, and his eldest son Zhang Tongchao hid in that secret room after failure. After being silent for a while, Shen Wendian's face turned even paler, "If you want to save him, then I will kill him." "But if you want to kill him, then I'll protect him." ”

"Why?" The fourth grandmother asked gloomily, "I don't want to pay attention to the grievances of the temple in Wenfeng Town, now I just want to kill this evil obstacle, and then I will leave Wenfeng Town...... You, don't force me to kill you, whether it's Shen Zhifei or Fengjiao, the matter has come to this point, it's meaningless, not to mention, I've never been afraid of you at all......"

"No, it's just because I'm the heir of the Fengjiao lineage." Shen Wendian said seriously, "Zhang Tongchao, you can't touch him yet." Of course he knew that no matter what, the four grandmothers couldn't have come to save Zhang Tongchao, he was just trying to block all the interfaces of the four grandmothers. However, as he said, he is the descendant of the Fengjiao lineage, and he feels that the layout of Wenfeng Town has not yet been completely completed.

(This big chapter doesn't really mean much, everyone can guess it.) If you are unhappy, you will smash the recommendation ticket. However, the number of words in the subsection is small, but there is no nonsense. When I was just holding back the words, I took the time to read a certain explosive 10,000-word chapter of a certain work of a certain god, and found that 3000 words are 12 parallel shooting landscapes with far and wide angles, 3000 words are eaten, sighing and stunned, but, there are 3000 words I don't know what to say, and the last 1000 words can finally promote the plot. I can do this outbreak. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )