Although the deputy elder was not sensible, his tone of voice was as bad as usual: "How do I know? ”

Luo Qingyin resisted the urge to kick again, and asked, "Why don't you know?" ”

The deputy elder said, "There are countless factions within the Yan clan, and no one knows about the affairs of the different factions. ”

The Yan clan is really chaotic enough.

Luo Qingyin frowned and said, "Which faction is the one who killed the Phoenix God Clan?" ”

The deputy elder said, "Three Elders, Eight Elders, and a dozen? Fourteen or fifteen elders, right? There were a lot of people on their side, too many to count. ”

"There are so many factions," a flash of doubt flashed in Luo Qingyin's eyes, "How can we unify with the outside world?" When the Phoenix God Clan is wiped out, will so many factions agree? ”

The deputy elder said: "As long as the general aspect is unified, in terms of details, whether each faction wants to get the treasure of the Phoenix God Clan, or wants to get the territory of the Phoenix God Clan, it will not affect the overall situation." ”

Luo Qingyin narrowed his eyes slightly: "What if the big aspects can't be unified?" ”

The deputy elder said: "Then just do it privately, when killing the Phoenix God Clan, it is the faction of the three elders who will kill first and then play." ”

Luo Qingyin asked, "What is the name of the third elder?" ”

The deputy elder said, "It's called Yanliang." ”

Luo Qingyin silently wrote down the name, knowing the strength of the other party, but when he thought of the straw bag of Yanqi, he was a little uncertain about the strength of the Yan clan in his heart, and asked, "Yanliang is very strong?" ”

The deputy elder said: "Very strong, it is an almost unshakable existence in the Yan clan. ”

Uh-huh? A bit unexpected.

Luo Qingyin decided to ask in a different way, "Do you belong to the Twelve Elders Yanqi faction?" ”

After getting his nod, she asked again, "How many elders are there in the Yan Clan?" ”

The deputy elder replied, "The elder is three hundred, and the deputy elder is nine hundred." ”

What a huge number.

The enemies she faces are comparable to those of the Super Empire!

Luo Qingyin's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are the elders of the Yan clan divided according to cultivation?" ”

The deputy elder looked blankly ahead, there was no focus in his sight, and when he heard this, he replied: "The elders of the Yan clan are hereditary, whether they are strong or weak, and they look at talent and education. ”

Actually......

Luo Qingyin gradually understood.

Hereditary elders, if the Yanliang lineage has been full of ambition since ancient times, it will only intensify to this day.

And the Yanqi faction...... The straw bales are arrogant and arrogant, probably living under the shadow of their ancestors.

There are countless factions of the Yan clan, and if you want to stand out among the many elders, the fastest and most worry-free way is: marry a woman who cultivates to a strong level, so that future generations can have a higher cultivation talent; Marrying a woman with a strong background can give you an extra backing.

In this way, even if the education fails, his own line can still stand.

The Yan clan objected to her being with Ziyunchen, and Luo Qingyin also found the answer.

Although she broke through Wuhou, she was just a princess of a low-grade country, with no resources, no background, no wonder the Yan clan looked down on her.

No wonder the Yan clan thinks that Ziyun Chen should marry the Heavenly Clan or the War God Clan!

The Yan clan is simply a strange thing in a strange way!

The corners of his lips hooked up a cold arc, Luo Qingyin decided not to dwell on this issue anymore, and changed the topic: "What is the difference between the elders of the Yan clan and the guardians of the Yan clan?" ”

The deputy elder said: "The elder of the Yan clan will always belong to the Yan clan, and the guardian belongs to the Yan clan on the surface, but actually belongs to the Great Yan Divine Dynasty, and is the guardian of the Great Yan God Emperor. ”

Luo Qingyin pursed the corners of his mouth lightly and raised his eyebrows: "Are the guardians also hereditary?" ”

The deputy elder said: "No, it is the people of each generation who have awakened the bloodline of the Yan clan except for the elders who take the initiative to take the position. ”

Oh, the elder of iron, the guardian of the flowing water.

In other words, the iron-clad Yan clan, the flowing water of the Great Yan God Emperor.

No wonder the Yan clan always felt that they could handle Zi Yunchen......

Luo Qingyin was not happy in his heart, and kicked the deputy elder a few more times before he officially asked about things related to Lihuabai: "I heard that the people of the Fengshen Clan have joined the Ming Sect, what will the Yan Clan do?" ”

The deputy elder said without hesitation: "Of course, it is to find out whether it is true or not. ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes were cold: "What if it's true?" ”

The deputy elder was particularly arrogant and said, "Since you can destroy the Phoenix God Clan once, you can naturally destroy it a second time." Otherwise, once the Phoenix God Clan is strong, it will come back to take revenge. ”

What a ruthless, vicious word!

It's not enough to extinguish once, you have to extinguish a second time!

Luo Qingyin's heart was as cold as frost, and all the anger surged into his head, and it exploded in his words.

The slender hand stretched out like lightning, and Luo Qingyin clasped his neck with precision.

Click!

There was a crunch.

The neck is broken.

Luo Qingyin watched the deputy elder's body soften, and there was a touch of flame in his eyes, as fierce as blood.

Yan, you forced me!

Time passed slowly, and after a long time, the fire in Luo Qingyin's eyes gradually disappeared, she exhaled lightly, got up to withdraw the formation, and walked out of the room.

Outside, Zhou Heizi was waiting blankly.

Seeing her staggering out, Zhou Heizi said happily: "The trial is over? Can I continue with the drug test? ”

Before she could speak, Zhou Heizi rushed in.

Luo Qingyin: "......"

In less than half a second, Zhou Heizi rushed out and wailed: "Door master, you give the villain a way to live!" If it wasn't easy to get Gao Xiu back as a poison tester, I only tried three kinds of poisons! ”

Isn't the point about the three poisons?

Luo Qingyin was interrupted by him, and the depressed mood in his heart was reduced a little, and he sighed: "I have the opportunity to get you another one." ”

"Master of the door, you are such a good person!" Zhou Heizi hugged his thighs again without discipline, and his old eyes were full of tears of joy, "Do you want to send an invitation to the Yan clan again?" Let them make trouble, so we have an excuse to arrest them. ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Completely knelt down for his brain circuit.

Seeing her delicate face, Zhou Heizi thought that she was seriously thinking about his suggestion, and immediately said: "Door master, let me tell you, people who have awakened the bloodline of the Yan clan are different, and the feeling of testing poison is super good!" ”

Luo Qingyin slapped his head with a sleeve: "You better go back and wash and sleep." ”

As the time of the founding ceremony of the sect approached, more and more invited guests came to the Ming Gate.

The Snow Clan is coming.

Kunshan is coming.

Her friends also arrived one after another.

The most exaggerated thing is that Ming Yuejue's twenty subordinates, together with the honor guard composed of two hundred girls, came in a mighty way.

Of all the people, except for him, all of them are young and beautiful girls!

The Mingmen, where there are more men and fewer women, instantly became a sensation.

All of a sudden, everyone ran to see the beautiful girl, and many of the dead houses in the Ten Thousand Poison Building even changed their usual unkempt appearance, pretending to be dogs and running out to hook up.

After Rui Mingjun's single dog found out that Luo Qingyin did not stop this behavior, he really took action.

The founding ceremony of a good sect seems to have suddenly become a blind date conference.

Mao Dun Literature