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In the air, suffocation, oppression, everyone's eyes are so dignified, Yuan Jiang is a strong existence in the entire Zijin Domain, but in front of King Yuan, he is just a pathetic ant.

Cultivation is like a pyramid, the higher the number of people is, the greater the gap between the levels, the Yuan King and the Yuan General seem to be separated by one level, but a beginner Yuan King can easily kill several or even dozens of Yuan Generals, this is the level suppression that cannot be resisted.

Tan Lin, Feng Qizhang, and Miao Anfeng are undoubtedly the three most powerful, but they are only high-level generals, and there is still a certain distance from the general Dacheng, so when the old man is suspended in mid-air, the sky above the four major forces is instantly shrouded in thick dark clouds, and the slightest lightning and occasional thunder indicate that a storm is coming.

The old man's lightning-like gaze slowly passed down, and when his gaze touched him, everyone's body shook, including Zhang Mochen.

The four major forces held the last psychological line of defense in fear, and the old man did not make any moves except for exuding a majestic Yuan Wang aura, and when the two sides confronted each other, Shi Xiaoyang led a group of disciples to kneel on their knees with great respect.

"Welcome to the Ancestor!"

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"What is the relationship between this Yuan King and Shi Xiaoyang?" Zhang Mochen finally understood where the confidence on Shi Xiaoyang's face came from.

"He, he seems to be the last gang leader of the Bloody Clothes Faction, Shi Xiaoyang's grandfather, Shi Hongbo!" Tan Lin was very reluctant to say this, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't deceive himself.

"This old immortal is still alive, he seems to have died earlier than the Taishang Ancestor of our four major forces, right?" Miao Anfeng swallowed his saliva and said.

"That's right, Shi Xiaoyang's father has been dead for more than ten years, but I didn't expect this old thing to still be there!" Zhou Python frowned and said.

At this moment, this Yuanwang treasure grabbing is clear in Zhang Mochen's heart, where is this Yuanwang treasure, it is actually the retreat place of his blood-clothed ancestor, Shi Xiaoyang used the greed of human nature to lure everyone here, that is, to awaken the ancestor through blood, so as to kill all opponents in one fell swoop.

Clearly, everything is in vain without a countermeasure, with Zhang Mochen's current strength and extraordinary means, it is more than enough to deal with high-level generals, even if the Yuan generals can fight hard, but the Yuan King is not something he can shake at all.

Just when everyone was immersed in shock and fear, Shi Hongbo in mid-air finally spoke, and the hoarse voice of vicissitudes of life penetrated the eardrum under the thick breath and was terrifying.

"It's been decades, and I've finally waited for this day!" Shi Hongbo sighed, as if his soul had just been possessed, and everything before was unintentional, and then he looked at Shi Xiaoyang and raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you?"

"Grandpa, I'm Yang'er!" Shi Xiaoyang's face was excited, the method of awakening the ancestor with blood was only explained by his father's words before his death, and he was not sure whether he could succeed at all, but fortunately, the sky had eyes, and he succeeded when the blood clothes faction was the most difficult.

After being dead for decades, his head will definitely be rusty, trying to remember for a moment, Shi Hongbo's old eyes, which are deeper than the ancient well, have a trace of suspicion, and then his dry hands turn into claws, and he grabs Shi Xiaoyang in the air.

When Shi Hongbo died, he was only four or five years old, Shi Xiaoyang was shocked but did not dare to resist, and let a powerful and incomparable suction force suck him.

His face sank, and his paleness struck, Shi Xiaoyang's mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and a drop of pure blood in his heart was sucked out, and flew towards Shi Hongbo's palm under the irresistible suction.

'Drop!'

The essence blood was in hand, like water dropping into the river and dissolving instantly, this is the blood connection, the coldness in Shi Hongbo's eyes was gradually melted with joy, and his withered leaf-like face was also excited.

"Yang'er, my good grandson Yang'er, haha!"

Shi Hongbo slapped his backhand, and the sucked essence blood was forced out again, and the degree of pure essence was many times higher than before, like a flying pebble rushing into Shi Xiaoyang's mouth.

The essence blood entrance, the strong vitality made Shi Xiaoyang's pale face instantly ruddy, not only that, but the yuan power in the body seemed to have been refined, and there was a faint sign of a breakthrough.

"Thank you grandpa!" Shi Xiaoyang's face was overjoyed, and he kowtowed again.

"Good grandson, get up, where is the family thanks!" Shi Hongbo raised his hands flatly, and Shi Xiaoyang's legs stood up involuntarily.

Resurrected from the dead and seeing his own grandson again, Shi Hongbo was in a very good mood, but when his gaze swept over the two dozen figures on the sandbank, the joy in his old eyes gradually turned into a chilling coldness.

"Yang'er, who are these people?"

"Returning to Grandpa, they are the members of the four strongest sects in Longbo City, the Bishui Chamber of Commerce, the Qionghai Gang, the Ziwei Sect, and the Black Dragon Gang! Shi Xiaoyang replied indignantly, pointing directly at a black figure in the crowd.

"Good grandson, you still have a lot of enemies!" The hostile attitude of Zhang Mochen and the others coupled with Shi Xiaoyang's resentful tone, Shi Hongbo saw through the situation at a glance, and smiled heartily at the moment, but the laughter was full of disdain and contempt.

"After a long period of decline, it will prosper for a long time, and it has been decades, and it is really rare that the Bishui Chamber of Commerce, the Qionghai Gang, and the Ziwei Sect can still be among the first-class forces in Longbo City. Shi Hongbo put away his smile and raised his white eyebrows slightly, "It's this Black Dragon Gang, a few decades ago, it was just a little-known little gang in the dungeon, I didn't expect it to reach today's scale, it seems that over the years, the outside world has also been in the vicissitudes of life!"

Zhou Python and the others looked at Shi Hongbo and muttered to himself, no one understood this as a memory or a reminiscence, if the latter came out directly to the point that he could still die happily, and he was afraid in fear, this kind of taste was very uncomfortable.

"You all want to kill my good grandson?" finally got to the point, Shi Hongbo's cold gaze was like a dagger stabbing into everyone's chests, and even stabbed Zhang Mochen a few more times.

"Old Man Shi, mistake, misunderstanding!" Feng Qizhang took a step forward, kneeling on his knees, and the image of the leader of the gang disappeared.

"Are you?" asked Shi Xiaoyang indifferently.

"The late and junior are Feng Qizhang, the current gang leader of the Qionghai Gang, and also a good friend of your grandson Shi Xiaoyang!" "Before life and death, people's true nature will be exposed, Feng Qizhang completely ignored the disdainful gaze behind him, and life was his only thought at this time.

"Oh, it's Feng Canghu's grandson!" Shi Hongbo nodded indifferently, but his tone immediately became cold, "You said that you are a friend of Yang'er, why do you want to fight against each other?

The strong aura pulled up the wind like a knife and knocked Feng Qizhang directly to the ground, Feng Qizhang dared to resist again, and hurriedly looked at Shi Xiaoyang after getting up in horror.

"Brother, good brother, you have a word for your brother!"

The person who suppressed himself in the past has now become a kneeling begger for mercy, which proudly made Shi Xiaoyang let out a cold reprimand in his mouth.

"Gang Master Feng, the benefits you took from me in the past?"

"I'll pay it back!" Feng Qizhang's face turned pale, and after Yu Guang saw Shi Hongbo's slightly angry face, he said again and again.

"Returning the count?!" Shi Xiaoyang sneered again.

"No, no, double, double the return!" Feng Qizhang's psychological defense line completely collapsed, and there was no longer a gang of leaders here, only pugs who waged their tails and begged for mercy for their lives.

"Grandpa!" Shi Xiaoyang nodded in satisfaction and bowed respectfully into the air.

"Well, you're at the helm of the Bloody Cloak Sect now, so you can take care of everything yourself. Shi Hongbo said in a deep voice.

"Grandson thanked grandpa!" Shi Xiaoyang smiled happily and saluted again.

With Shi Hongbo as a backer, Shi Xiaoyang doesn't mind letting Feng Qizhang go, rather than having the blood of the Qionghai Gang on his hands, it is better to turn him into a puppet and surrender without a fight, which is the best policy.

"Feng Qizhang, do you still have any backbone? The faces of the four major forces in Longbo City have been lost by you!" Miao Anfeng scolded.

"Who are you?" Before Shi Xiaoyang could speak, Shi Hongbo asked lightly.

Taking a deep breath, Miao Anfeng took a step, Mount Tai pressed the top and did not bend down, which somewhat strengthened the morale of the people behind him.

"Miao Anfeng, the head of the crape myrtle faction!"

"Who are you Miao Qinglian?" The corners of his eyes twitched, and in the face of Miao Anfeng's humility and arrogance, Shi Hongbo, the Yuan King, was surprisingly not angry, and even asked a little urgently.

"It's my grandmother!" Miao Anfeng replied strongly.

"It really looks a bit alike!" After looking at Miao Anfeng's face for a long time, Shi Hongbo sighed and said, "In the face of your old friend, I won't kill you today." ”

Miao Anfeng's 'disrespectful words' made everyone sweat for her, but the result was a little unexpected, it seems that the relationship between Shi Hongbo and Miao Anfeng's grandmother is not just as simple as an old friend.

The corners of Shi Xiaoyang's eyes twitched inadvertently, and a trace of loss flashed in his smug eyes, he had long had ill intentions towards Miao Anfeng, but Shi Hongbo's words did not dare to disobey.

Miao Anfeng was also surprised, and just wanted to say something, but Shi Hongbo took his eyes off himself.

"You should be Tan Yong's grandson, right?" The people from the Bishui Chamber of Commerce were easily recognizable, and their clothes were very representative, and Shi Hongbo's old eyes looked at Tan Lin indifferently.

"I'm not a grandson!" Tan Lin replied with a strong heartbeat, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh?" Shi Hongbo was slightly surprised.

Throughout the ages, the helm has been taken over by the descendants, not that they are sticking to the rules, mainly because the descendants enjoy a lot more resources than others, so there will be more room for growth.

However, it is not possible to generalize. Under the care of the sect, it is inevitable that some children will breed, and the children of the side branches, in order to get ahead, must work hard to cultivate, and the carp jumps over the dragon gate, although it is difficult, but there will always be one in 10,000. As the saying goes, when ten thousand sands are immersed, there is always a grain of gold.

Shi Hongbo's every subtle expression involved Tan Lin's whole body nerves, and his own life or the survival of the Bishui Chamber of Commerce was not an exaggeration to say that it was in the former's thoughts.

"That's it, I owe Old Ghost Tan a favor, and I won't embarrass you today. After a long time, Shi Hongbo said lightly.

Tan Lin let out a long sigh of relief, his underwear had already been soaked with cold sweat.

Zhang Mochen's sword eyebrows furrowed, seeing that the Qionghai Gang, Ziwei Sect, and Bishui Chamber of Commerce escaped death one by one, he felt more and more how important it was to have a strong family or sect as a backer.

Now, Feng Qizhang, Miao Anfeng and Tan Lin have all temporarily gotten rid of the crisis, and all the spearheads can and must be pointed at themselves and Zhou Python beside them, Shi Xiaoyang has made such a big game, and he can't end up without blood, Zhang Mochen slowly turned his head sideways, and found that Zhou Python's dignified gaze was also looking at him.

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