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Unlike the cold outside the house at night, the inside of the house is full of warm currents, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

In the deepest part of the room, there is a person kneeling on the wooden couch, in front of him is a delicate copper basin, the copper basin is burning with expensive animal bone charcoal, not only does not diffuse the slightest smoke, but there is a light aroma, with the burning of animal bone charcoal, lingering.

This man was an old man, and he held an iron tong in his hand, and gently stirred the animal bone charcoal in the copper basin, and sometimes stretched out his hand to warm himself on the charcoal fire.

His body was draped in a precious and gorgeous coat, and around his neck, there was a fur as white as snow, exuding a luster like snow.

The old man raised his eyelids, looked at the two anxious people in front of him, and said lightly, "Plan and then act!

In front of the old man, there were two people in gorgeous coats, and after hearing the old man's words at this time, they who were originally walking around and uneasy in their hearts also quieted down and knelt in front of the old man. One of them is the patriarch of Jingfu, Jing Zhantian. And the other person, dressed in red and black, was Jing Zhanxuan, the elder of the Jingfu Discipline Hall, who had a big beard and a red-black face, and looked quite rough.

At this time, it was Patriarch Jing Zhantian who spoke, "Great Elder, if it really causes Jing Mansion and Yuntian Great Sect to directly confront each other, how can this be good?"

Jing Zhanxuan thought about it and said slowly, "Taking advantage of Rong'er's injury, cut off Xi'er's wings as a warning to Yunliu's mother-in-law, although this matter seems simple, but you and I can't come forward, just take advantage of the situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve the expected effect!"

The old man was the great elder of the Jingfu Elders' Academy, and he smiled slightly at this time, his eyes were clear, "If we let you come forward, wouldn't it mean that the slut of Heyunliu will directly tear his face?

"So, Jing Tian is the oil poured out by the Great Elder, isn't it?" Jing Zhanxuan asked with a smile.

Patriarch Jing Zhantian is still uneasy, "Great Elder, Xi'er worships the Yuntian Great Sect, Yunliu's mother-in-law's subordinates, the exercises they practice must be ruthless, for Xi'er, it is better to simply ......" Jing Zhantian made a gesture of cutting off his head.

The Great Elder pondered and shook his head, "No, Xi'er, after all, it's my Jing Clan." ”

Jing Zhanxuan, who was dressed in Xuan's clothes, said hatefully at this time, "If the second child is still there, just a slut, dare to plot against my Jing family?!"

"Alas!" Jing Zhantian sighed, and in the silence of the Great Elder, he slowly spoke, "Heroes are sad and there are many beauties! Although Yaoyao and Xi'er's two daughters look too much like their mothers, if they don't have the third child who is harsh on the two of them on weekdays, how can they let the Yunliu Sect take advantage of the gap!"

"At the beginning, the third and second children had the deepest feelings......"

"Okay, I'm tired, you guys go out!" the Great Elder heard their words, his eyes were tired, he closed his eyes, and spoke in a deep voice. After Jing Zhantian and Jing Zhanxuan left, the Great Elder slowly opened his eyes, showed regret in his eyes, slowly picked up the pen, held the pen tightly with trembling hands, and wrote a word on the paper, "Fight!"

In the generation of war words, maybe he is the only one who can be worthy of this word......

The eyes of the Great Elder slowly dripped cloudy old tears!

In the depths of the wilderness, there used to be war clans.

The war clan is supreme, singing war songs, a hegemony of the wilderness, the wilderness tribes, who is not convinced?

......

Fight! Fight!

At this time, Yu Fu and Jing Tian had already fought together.

The voices and shadows of the two people are intertwined like ghosts, sometimes there is a sharp roar, and at the moment when the two of them touch, the feeling of tearing bursts out! There are all kinds of intertwined lights, bursting out. The two of them were fighting, and at this time, there were two figures, joining the battle, and it was the martial arts cultivator who had come here with Jing Rong and others before.

These two people are looking at each other, and they think they are the guests that Jingfu has recruited over the years!

To be able to become a guest on the Jingfu Throne, the most basic requirement for cultivation is generally the peak of the Cave Spirit Realm. Others, or something special.

Jing Zhanlie stepped in front of Jing Mengxi with a grim face.

"If you do it, kill the sixth uncle first!"

People in the world are trapped by love.

You can be indifferent to family and loved ones, you can be disrespectful, but no matter what, a normal person can't do anything to your loved ones.

Jing Mengxi's face is expressionless, which does not mean that her heart does not have the slightest ripple.

Just because, standing in front of her is her sixth uncle!

The sixth uncle is a human being, and he is quite respected by her, so let her do it and kill her loved ones, her heart is like being cut by a knife.

This night, it was gloomy, and the sudden coldness made the heaven and earth here flutter with a little snowflakes like ice crystals.

"Sixth uncle, why do you want to do this?" Jing Mengxi's eyes did not have the slightest emotion, only coldness.

"Because, Jing Rong is the Jing clan!" Jing Zhanlie roared.

"Am I not a member of the Jing clan?" she said softly, her heart tingling, but not the slightest tear flowed. Her tears had dried up a few years ago. Since she was a child, the disappearance of her father has made her and her sister suffer all kinds of sarcasm and bullying from everyone in the clan! Who knows how a little girl, with her sister, survived in the cold and dark nights?

"Yes, but ......"

"Get out!" Jing Mengxi roared, and the snowflakes flying around Fang Yuan suddenly condensed, and then suddenly exploded as if they had been impacted. This roar made her head full of hair fly backwards, the snow fluttering one after another, the ethereal waving hair, the white and beautiful but ruthless face, this scene of Jing Mengxi made people's hearts palpitate in amazement!

A momentum made Jing Zhanlie's body fly out upside down, and when he fell, he suddenly coughed and vomited blood, but the blood suddenly turned into ice crystals.

"Master no!" the husband roared in the midst of the struggle!

He deeply understands that Jing Mengxi's position in Jingfu is a little delicate, and he is more aware of the suffering she has suffered in Jingfu since she was a child. But this is not a reason to do it to your elders.

If it's for yourself......

Jing Tian and the two guest elders, seeing that the husband was in a trance, suddenly attacked!

The three people who were blown away hurried forward, their voices and shadows like the wind, and they hurried towards the husband.

Jing Tian sneered fiercely, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly flew out, and as the fan waved, the tip showed a dark black sharp sword, flashing with a faint blue light, obviously smeared with highly poisonous things. The fan, spinning and drawing an arc, slashed towards the man's neck.

The two Keqing elders, extremely fast, cooperated with Jing Tian's actions to attack the upper and lower roads of Yu Fu, bang!!

Fu took over the means of the two guest elders, but in front of him was a deadly fan flashing with a faint blue light!

Jing Zhanlie was in the snow curtain and saw the deadly fan slashing towards the man, and his face was overjoyed.

It's worth it!

Jing Rong's blood-colored eyes stared straight at the husband, "Die, die, die!"

He kept cursing, desperately hoping that the person who framed him with intrigue and trickery could die in Jingtian's hands.