Qianyuan.

The moonlight is soft and white, gently spread on the small area of the Qianyuan, as if dyed with a layer of white veil, it looks quiet and peaceful.

The swans floating on the surface of the lake hung their heads one after another, occasionally alarming the surface of the water, dying with a layer of coolness and suddenly sobering up. Glancing innocently to the left and right, it drooped its head back in a daze, and entered a sweet dream.

The shadows of the trees swayed, shaking the fragments of light, and whispered about the rise and fall of the Qianmen.

In the past, facing such a peaceful atmosphere, I am afraid that everyone has fallen asleep, but today, there are many people who can't sleep all night!

The tranquil atmosphere is like a blue and calm sea, although it is not a wave, but there are countless indescribable undercurrents hidden underneath, and the murderous opportunities are overflowing!

"Senior brother, what did you decide to do, but give me a word!"

In a small two-story building, Zuo Mo paced anxiously, staring anxiously at the fire on the chair, and said loudly.

The expression on Huo Xinglie's face was calm and unwavering, and he couldn't see anything unusual, but those who were familiar could see a trace of struggle from the depths of his eyes!

"Senior brother, you're talking, you-"

"Say, what do you want me to say?" Huo Xinglie's calm color suddenly fell, and he became irritable, his short body stood up suddenly, with a bit of fierceness: "This Fang Chen is too bold! Seven outer gates, two inner gates, Liu Chen, all died at his hands, what can you let me say?"

Zuo Mo was stunned, don't look at him, he has always liked to babble, but he has always been very obedient in front of Huo Xinglie. When the two of them studied art together, Huo Xinglie's temper was not much better than Zuo Mo's, and even more violent!

At that time, Zuo Mo had an argument with him, and he was often beaten up. Therefore, Zuo Mocai has more respect for this senior brother than ordinary people.

It's just that after taking charge of the Qianmen, there are more interests to consider, and Huo Xinglie's work has begun to look a little forward-looking and backward, and he seems indecisive.

"However, you also know Fang Chen's talent, can we just let it go?" Zuo Mo retorted with all his efforts: "Not to mention that you can kill a third-order primordial martial artist just after being promoted to the Condensing Origin Realm, just with the third-order elemental physique, senior brother, you also know very well what this means!"

"What does it mean?" The fierce aura on Huo Xinglie's body suddenly disappeared, and he sat down dejectedly, his face showing unprecedented exhaustion: "How can I not know, in terms of talent alone, even if this Fang Chen is placed in the beginning of my Qianmen, I am afraid that he is a rare genius, but he violates the iron laws of the door rules!"

"Iron Law, what is Iron Law?" Zuo Mo sneered, he said bluntly: "Senior brother, I heard from Pingqi that last time Liu Zhenyue and they teamed up to design a trap for Fang Chen to jump on, if someone hadn't stopped him in time, I'm afraid that Fang Kid would be gone now, right?"

"Secretly using tricks to kill the same sect is not considered a violation of the iron laws of the sect. If this is an iron law, what kind of iron law is it?"

Huo Xinglie stopped talking, he couldn't hold back his exhaustion, and he fell into an unprecedented struggle in his heart: if he only died an inner disciple, it would be better to say, even if it was difficult, he could help Fang Chen cover up the past, but among the dead was Liu Chen!

Liu Zhenyue's only beloved son, Liu Chen!

Right now, Liu Zhenyue is still outside preparing for the Yunmeng Grand Event, it's hard to imagine what kind of strife will happen if he comes back! Now that the grand event is about to open, it is the time when it is necessary to greatly borrow the refiner, if Liu Zhenyue is completely angered, the consequences will ...... These are all questions that he, the head of the family, can't help but think about!

A genius...... The sect is temporarily stable...... Perhaps, this genius may not be able to really grow? He hesitated again.

After getting along for many years, how could Zuo Mo not understand his style of acting, seeing this, he was immediately anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Huo Sect Master! I have been in decline for so many years, Fang Chen is a genius who has the potential to make us stand up again! Do you really want to mistake yourself?"

In a hurry, he no longer called "senior brother", but "head", obviously this torture hall elder was already furious in his heart.

"However, Liu Zhenyue is a refiner after all, and I am the only refiner in Qianmen who can handle it now...... Moreover, the rules of the door should not be insulted, otherwise, everyone will follow suit, how can I have the prestige to deter the disciples in the future?" sighed in a low voice, Huo Xinglie said a little dejectedly: "For Fang Chen's sake of being injured by his relatives, I can save his life!

"It's me who can't stop him!"

The scene three years ago flashed in his mind, the stubborn young man's dantian was broken, and his face was covered with cold sweat in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, standing proudly!

What a proud one...... It's a pity that you didn't grow up in time!If you were at the peak of the Condensation Realm at this moment, I might be ...... Thinking like this, a trace of guilt flashed in Huo Xinglie's heart!

"Save your life!?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened, his face turned red with anger, he pointed at Huo Xinglie angrily, and his fingers kept trembling: "This is your decision? Master, you, you disappointed me too much!"

"Elder Zuo!" Huo Xinglie's expression sank, and he shouted: "As an elder, you can't act according to your own preferences alone! What you have to consider is the Qianmen! It's the entire Qianmen!"

"I only rely on my own preferences?" Elder Zuo Mo scolded indignantly: "I think you are really dizzy! I don't want to let a disciple with great potential go in exchange for a bullshit refiner elder with ill intentions! I look at you, your grandmother is an out-and-out stupid donkey!"

"What did you say?" Huo Xinglie clenched his hands angrily, and a trace of fire suddenly appeared around his body, and he had the intention of starting a fight if he didn't agree with each other.

"What did I say, didn't you hear clearly?" As soon as his eyes flickered, Elder Zuo Mo glared back fearlessly, and shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu said, you, Huo Xinglie, you are a stupid donkey!"

"Roar!" roared angrily, Huo Xinglie's body turned into a red light and rushed straight towards Zuo Mo, but the thin fist was like a thousand pounds, and it slammed down on Zuo Mo's head!

The punch is like lightning, and it looks extremely amazing.

"Aha! You're going to do it, aren't you? Lao Tzu has already seen that you're upset!" Zuo Mo sneered, didn't show weakness, and kicked at the fire fiercely.

Bang!

The two hit each other at the same time, and the brute force of the impact exploded, and the two suddenly "kicked" backwards several steps. Zuo Mo shook his head violently, and inhaled the cool air with a "sizzle": "You stupid donkey, you are so ruthless!"

Huo Xinglie also rubbed his stomach, feeling as if he had been hit by a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, and the whole person was about to be bombarded with his heart close to his back. The corner of his eyes jumped, and he said in a deep voice: "You winter melon, it's not easy to shoot!"

"Winter, winter melon?" Elder Zuo Mo was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Lao Tzu has long said that I am most tired of being called this by others!"

With a bang, he rushed over like a stone rolling machine, rushed in, grabbed the fire and smashed it headless and facelessly.

Huo Xinglie's body flicked violently, and he also smashed back in anger...... The two powerful men of the dignified and powerful sects, the powerhouses of the Phantom Realm, are fighting like scoundrels in the market at this moment!

Cracking sound!

Ping Pong!

Splinters!

"You stupid donkey, you slap Lao Tzu in the face again!"

"Damn winter melon, who is kicking Lao Tzu's eggs! You want Lao Tzu to cut off his children and grandchildren, don't you?"

"I'm a descendant of you! You stupid donkey with no eggs, you are embarrassed to pass on the ancestry, I see that the master has a spirit in the sky, and I can't help but castrate you with a knife when I see you like this!"

With the sound of "bang bang bang", the two rolled from east to west and then from west to east from time to time, and the scuffle posture was so fierce that all the furnishings in the exquisite room were in a mess!

After a long while, a heavy wheezing sound came from the rolling ball, and then Elder Zuo Mo said intermittently, "No, don't fight......"

He grabbed one foot with Firewalker, and stepped on Fireliner's face with the other. Huo Xinglie sealed one fist by him, but the other fist beckoned to his stomach desperately...... The two of them stopped their hands in unison, looked at each other's dusty faces, and were embarrassed, and suddenly couldn't help laughing "hahahaha" in unison.

They seemed to have returned to the beginning of their cultivation, although the Qianmen at that time was still decaying, but under the majesty of the master, it was peaceful, and the two brothers often laughed together, and their feelings were very deep.

"Look at you like that, if the master sees it, he will definitely punish you again!" Zuo Mo laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

"You're not bad, Shizun likes to punish you for handstands. "Huo Xinglie said angrily.

"I'm different from you, you're going to take over as the head of the house, and the master will regret your choice when he sees you like this. ”

As soon as Zuo Mo said this, Huo Xinglie suddenly fell silent, calmed down for a long time, and said bitterly: "Old Zuo, you said that the master has a spirit in the sky, will he be disappointed in me?"

Zuo Mo was silent suddenly, he looked into Huo Xinglie's eyes, and suddenly realized a lot of things from his troubled eyes, many things that he had never calmed down to observe carefully before...... Seeing a patch of white hair on his sideburns, and the high-spirited young man who appeared in front of him vaguely, Zuo Mo suddenly felt a little sour in front of him:

Over the years, how much pressure has he endured that others can't even imagine!

In the decline of the Qianmen, how difficult is it for ordinary people to continue to maintain the identity of the second-rate sect without falling?

In the secret war seven years ago, Qianmen suffered heavy losses, and I still don't know who the dark hand is, and how much thought does it have to take as the head?

The elders in the door are not good, and they have different intentions, mediating in the middle, and they can't be offended left and right, how much humiliation do they have to endure if they are cautious?

The arrogant and unyielding fire that can be held in his hands has been forced into this cautious appearance by these pressures that are enough to crush the giants!

(To be continued)