A day later, Wan Qing appeared on a big tree not far from Wanjia in Zhicheng, watching the Wanjia Mansion from a distance.

As for why it was so lively, it was that the old man had recovered, although it was only in the state of soul cultivation, but it was enough. The thunder created a golden body robbery, directly helping thousands of people wash away the lead and reshape the golden body.

The most important thing is that all those essences actively floated into the golden tree in the end. When Wan Qing incarnated as an adult, Wan Qian had the level strength of the peak of the fifth order of the Ding level, and the second half of the dead wood jue was forcibly made up by the inexplicable divine power. From now on, there will be no sequelae of thousands of cultivators of the Dead Wood Technique, and there will be no restrictions on its use.

"Uncle Wanqian!" Wan He respectfully waved towards Wanqian, and his heart was surging.

Washing away the lead Hua's thousands of thousands not only increased his strength, but also his face was like a twenty-eight youth, with a handsome face, like a fairy.

"Hmm! Tell the person in charge to come out, I'll only talk to the person in charge!" Wan Qian spoke directly, interrupting Wan He to continue to speak, striding towards the main hall, and the main seat was high.

"Hmm, what about the person in charge?" Wan Qian's thick eyebrows furrowed, and his face was a little displeased.

"Uncle Huiyu, I am now the person in charge of the Ten Thousand Families in Zhecheng!" Wan He said to Wan Qian, his face full of confidence.

"You, aren't you married? Have you forgotten the rules of the ten thousand races?"

Being stared at like this, Wan He's back was hairy, and a bad feeling was gushing in his heart.

"Uncle Hui, the patriarch of the Wan family, Boss Wan, has been..."

Bang!

Wan Qian slapped the armrest on the seat.

"I still want to quibble, but along the way, I have seen a lot of telling, or full-page notices. Wan He, although you are a descendant of the seventh vein, don't forget, the rules of the ten thousand clans, if you do something rebellious, I have the right to cut you first and then play!"

"I'll see who dares to kill my daughter of ten thousand demons!" a voice with a hint of flattery passed through the hall.

The next moment, a woman dressed in a cyan robe, with a piece of beautiful jade hanging from her waist, and a veil flew in and landed on the main hall.

Wan He immediately knelt down, wept bitterly, and prostrated towards the woman, making a whimpering sound.

"Mother, if you want to kill me, you must be the master for me!"

Wan He hugged Wan You's beautiful legs, crying for a while, almost smelling sad and listening to tears.

"Hmph, you dare to kill my daughter, who gave you the guts?" Wan Demon's pair of charming eyes looked straight at Wanqian, with a strange resentment in his eyes.

"Demon sister, conspiring for the position of a city family, and persecuting people from ten thousand families, do you think you should be beheaded?" Wan Qian looked at Wan Qian and asked sternly.

"Then if the family of the Wan family did something that damaged the reputation of the Wan family, do you say that it should be against it?" Wan Demon also spoke slowly, the trace of resentment in his eyes disappeared, and a pair of eyes looked at each other.

"Okay, what about the evidence?" Wan Qian got up and looked at Wan You, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"He'er, take out the evidence and let this clan uncle see, what you have done is all for the sake of the Wan clan!" Wan Demon looked down at Wan He, who was still whimpering, his face was a little unnatural, but his words were sonorous and powerful, as if all this was justified.

"I'm here to see, what tricks can you conjure up this precious girl?" Wan Qian looked at Wan He coldly.

Then, Wan He got up and walked softly and weakly outside.

After a while, Wan He walked in with a pile of ledgers and handed them to Wan Qian respectfully.

"How can this be reasonable, this is going to turn the sky upside down!" Wan Qian looked at the account book while being indignant, and his eyebrows were occupied by anger.

Looking at Wan Qian's expression, Wan He sneered in his heart, Wan Qian's back then was long gone, and now he was just a bad old man in a skin.

"Wan He, you are so gut!" After reading the account book, Wan Qian was cold to Wan He.

"Wanqian, what do you mean, the evidence is in front of you, Wan Boss has filled his own pockets and secretly reduced the tribute he handed over, and you still sprinkle his anger on my daughter!?"

"Uncle clan, what do you mean, although I, Wanhe, have joined the side line, I used to be a person in the lineage, so I naturally have to protect the interests of the lineage. If you treat me like this, aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the side?" Wan He whimpered again, and he didn't know how many handkerchiefs he had changed.

"For the benefit of the lineage, I don't know, if the young man named Wan Qing you hunted down a year ago is still alive?" Wan Qian said calmly.

Hearing Wan Qian's words, Wan He was shocked in his heart, how could this suddenly be pulled to Wan Qing's little cub, could it be that Wan Qing is really a descendant, but that day the people of the seven veins came, they all looked at the portrait, and they all said that that person was not Wan Qing of Wan Clan.

Wan He began to hesitate a little in his heart, these things seemed to be interspersed and had some ulterior connection.

"That Wan Qing killed my son, can't I, as a mother, avenge my son?" Wan He got up and looked at Wan Qian with a pair of big and small eyes, his eyes burning with anger, and the sadness of being a mother.

"Hmph! Whose fault is it that you raise but not teach? Your son is doing whatever he wants in Zhecheng, and the people of the whole city are miserable, and they are all scolding all the tribes in private, do you think this is destroying the reputation of the ten thousand races?

"How I educate my son is my business, but whoever hurts my son, I will want him to pay for his life!" Wan He's face was a little hideous, and the pain of losing his son gushed out, completely ignoring the thousands of oppressions.

"Demon sister, this is your family matter, do you deal with it or do I deal with it?"

"My goddaughter can't, I'll deal with it myself!" Wan Demon's expression was also extremely cold, and his body trembled a little.

Looking at the daughter holding her thigh, Wan You's heart was mixed, for Wan He, Wan Demon actually didn't have much emotion at all, otherwise Wan He wouldn't have become like this.

Wanhe is the product of ten thousand demons venting their resentment, anger, jealousy, etc., a series of negative emotions and others overnight.

As for the person who made Wan He so resentful, it was the thousands in front of him.

At that time, thousands of people could be said to be in full swing, whether it was a foreign woman who admired it, or many women of all races also loved it. After all, the ten thousand clans have been inherited for so many generations, and in addition to the relationship between the descendants and the family, they can be together with people of other bloodlines.

And the Ten Thousand Demons are really one of the admirers.

In order to capture the hearts of thousands of people, Wan Demon worked extremely hard, not only to practice, but also to show himself in front of thousands of people. For a long time, in the eyes of everyone, it was inevitable for Wan Demon and Wan Qing to get married, but in the end, Wan Qing and Hua Qianzhi came together.