"Okay, I'll give you this explanation!" Xu Guotu looked directly at Lu Xiaoyu's hundred eyes and replied.

Turning around, Xu Guotu walked back and said to Xu Yunhe, "You come with me." ”

Xu Yunhe nodded, followed behind Xu Guotu, and left with his footsteps.

He knew that today, after all, he had to face this qiē. He wasn't afraid, he just wanted to confirm an answer, an illusion that was gradually coming true.

The two of them walked back for about ten meters, Xu Guotu took Xu Yunhe to the outside of the crowd, and in the face of a pair of sad or angry eyes, Xu Guotu spoke again.

This time, he faced Xu Yunhe.

"Xu Yunhe, I ask you a question as the patriarch of the Xu family, you don't have to answer truthfully! The ancestors of the Xu family are on top, if there are untruthful words, don't blame me Xu Guotu for implementing the family law!" Xu Guotu's voice was a little terrifying.

Xu Yunhe nodded and was silent.

"Who did you accompany into Emperor Wu's Vault?" this was Xu Guotu's first question.

"Xu Guohuang, Xu Chengfang!" Xu Yunhe replied, calling Xu Guohuang, who surpassed him by one level in seniority, Lu Xiaoyu looked at his pair of white eyes and flickered slightly.

Xu Guotu's face did not change, and he continued to ask the second question: "Are the two of them dead?"

"Yes!" Xu Yunhe lowered his head, his deep voice a little dull.

"Have you seen anyone else?" asked Xu Guotu again.

"I've seen it, I've seen it......" Xu Yunhe's voice gradually faded.

"Xu Guotu, Lao Tzu wants to avenge his son, who cares about you so much messy bullshit?" Song Yanxi jumped out and yelled impatiently.

Xu Guotu frowned, but didn't say anything.

Xu Guotu's move gave Song Yanxi a silent encouragement, he rushed forward with an arrow, pointed one finger at the tip of Xu Yunhe's nose, and asked, "Boy! I only ask you one thing, my son, did you kill him?"

"No!" Xu Yunhe shook his head, raised his head, and looked at the face in front of him that was distorted by anger, but there was no feeling of anger in his heart.

"No, you say no, isn't it?" Song Yanxi looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter full of sadness.

Xu Yunhe lowered his head and ignored it.

This move angered Song Yanxi, he stretched out his hand forward, and wanted to grab Xu Yunhe's clothes, Xu Guotu's majestic voice sounded at the right time: "Song Yanxi, you must know, my Xu Guotu's patience is limited!"

Song Yanxi stretched out half of his hand and froze there, caught in an embarrassing dilemma.

"What did you encounter inside?" Xu Guotu glanced at Song Yanxi lightly and continued to ask Xu Yunhe.

"Bats, dragons, and ......" At the end, Xu Yunhe stopped, he raised his head and looked at Xu Guotu in front of him.

Xu Yunhe went to see him, but he just met Xu Guotu's gaze staring at him, and as soon as the eyes of the two people touched in the air, in an instant, Xu Yunhe lowered his head again.

And Xu Guotu also shrank his pupils and slowly looked away.

"Say, why don't you say it? Bats, dragons, what other strange things can you make up? You can't make it up, can you? Do you want to say that you still encountered zombies in it? Is it that the Martial Emperor is not dead, and he taught you his lifelong martial arts in it, and you have a Martial Emperor as a backer, and warn us who are not in the stream, don't mess with you? Hmm? Keep making it up, I'm still waiting to hear the story! It's been a long time since I've heard such a nice story!" Song Yanxi sneered and sneered at Xu Yunhe, who hung his head.

Xu Yunhe looked up at him with a cold gaze.

As soon as he first came into contact with Xu Yunhe's cold gaze, Song Yanxi's complexion changed slightly, and instantly turned to normal, and sneered: "Go on, Uncle Ben is still waiting to hear the story you tell! It's been a long time, and I haven't heard such an interesting story!"

"Song Yanxi, stand down!" Xu Guotu flashed out, separated between Xu Yunhe and Song Yanxi, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Hmph!" Song Yanxi snorted angrily, took two steps back, and his eyes were still locked on Xu Yunhe.

Xu Guotu stopped looking at him, turned his head to look at Xu Yunhe, at this time, the distance between the two people was less than two feet, and Xu Guotu, who was taller than Xu Yunhe, had his back to everyone, just blocking everyone's sight, even Song Yanxi was no exception.

"They...... How did he die?" Xu Guotu looked at Xu Yunhe closely, was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked.

"Patriarch, do you really want to know?" Xu Yunhe looked at him without flinching and asked rhetorically.

"Of course!" Xu Guotu nodded, but his lower lip tightened quietly.

"Patriarch, do you want me to say it now?" Xu Yunhe continued to ask rhetorically, this situation is a bit abnormal.

"What the hell are you two doing? Say something quickly, if you can't ask anything, just ask us instead!" At this time, it was no longer Song Yanxi who came out to shout, but another person.

People have changed, but they haven't changed. Because this person is also full of grief and indignation, looking at Xu Yunhe's gaze, he is also vicious and vicious.

Xu Guotu's two thick eyebrows tightened towards the center, but he did not repel each other with words like he did with Song Yanxi.

"Say, it's now!" Xu Guotu turned to Xu Yunhe, his face expressionless, but the wings of his nose fluttered slightly, inhaling more air into it.

"Okay!" Xu Yunhe suddenly laughed, but he couldn't hear any joy, on the contrary, it was very similar to Song Yanxi's laughter, the same sadness, but a little more mockery.

"The patriarch has an order, how dare Xu Yunhe disobey? This so-called Martial Emperor Secret Treasure is actually just a ......" Xu Yunhe said loudly, wanting to spit out all his true thoughts in one breath.

But he still only said half of what he said.

He stopped, because someone said it faster than he did.

"Patriarch be careful!"

An urgent reminder.

The sound of the wind, the footsteps, the sleeves, and the faint but most powerful "poof" sound.

He saw that Xu Guotu's face was like a heavy jujube, and suddenly his face was as white as paper.

Xu Yunhe's gaze slowly moved downward, and on Xu Guotu's chest, there was already a little more bright edge.

Xu Yunhe, who was about to express his grief and indignation, was stunned.

He didn't notice that almost at the moment he was stunned, there was a figure that flew out like lightning.

At the same time, there were several other figures, following this fleeing figure, in mid-air, "bang bang bang" a series of clashing sounds, shouting killing, the sound of deaf ears, chaotic.

And the crowd behind him, after a moment of dead silence, also exploded at the same moment, and they all turned their eyes to the figures in the air, whispering endlessly.

"Patriarch, how are you?" someone rushed over, rushed to Xu Guotu's side, held him on the left and right, and asked in a gossipy manner.

Xu Guotu's face was pale, but he didn't answer the questions of the people around him, his eyes just looked at Xu Yunhe, and beckoned to him: "Come here!"

Xu Yunhe's brain was blank, and when he heard Xu Guotu's summoning voice, he reacted instinctively and walked over mechanically step by step.

Seeing Xu Yunhe coming over, Xu Guotu stretched out his hand and walked in the direction of Xu Yunhe.

Looking at the broad palm in front of him, Xu Yunhe mechanically stretched out his hand, and then it was held in the palm of his hand.

"They...... How did you die?" Xu Guotu looked at Xu Yunhe's dull eyes and asked persistently.

"They are ......" Xu Yunhe still didn't recover from the shock just now, and opened his mouth to answer in a daze.

Suddenly, Xu Guotu looked at Xu Yunhe's eyes, and suddenly changed.

"Very good...... Very good......" Looking at Xu Yunhe, Xu Guotu suddenly laughed, muttering to himself, nodding his head as if he was nothing, but it was difficult to hide the complex emotions in the laughter.

Xu Yunhe lowered his head and saw that on Xu Yunhe's chest, in addition to the previous blade, now, there was another knife handle.

A short hilt, brown wooden hilt, short, general dagger style.

But it doesn't show up in front of it.

Its blade disappeared into Xu Guotu's chest.

One after the other, Xu Guotu's chest has been stabbed twice!

Xu Yunhe slowly lowered his head mechanically, saw the handle of the knife, and then saw the hand holding the handle of the knife.

Then, following the hand, he continued to look forward and saw an arm, a shoulder,......

With his shoulders back, he couldn't see it.

Because, that's his own shoulder.

The hand holding the handle of the knife is Xu Yunhe's own hand!

Xu Yunhe looked at his shoulder in a daze, his eyes were glazed, and his brain was blank.

The people on both sides of Xu Guotu also looked at Xu Yunhe in a daze. It happened so unexpectedly that for a while, no one realized what it meant and what kind of reaction should be the most appropriate.

"Bastard!" a roar finally sounded at the right time after a moment of silence.

The sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, and Xu Yunhe was still looking at his shoulder in a daze.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound, Xu Yunhe's stiff body shook, and his face turned red.

He didn't leave his position.

At the same time, a person's scream sounded, and a figure that followed the scream flew out diagonally.

Xu Yunhe was still staring at his shoulder in a daze, as if he didn't realize what had happened to him.

"Damn!"

With another angry shout, a cold edge flashed, and the strong reflection reflected on Xu Yunhe's eyes, and his dull eyes turned slightly.

The knife light shone, and with a "poof" sound, the blade entered the flesh, and blood light floated by.

But then, another scream rang out, and the same figure flew out diagonally.

Xu Yunhe's gaze finally stopped staring at his shoulder blankly.

His hand slowly withdrew from the hilt.

He slowly stepped back, and at his shoulder, at this time, inserted a long sword, the long blade directly penetrated his shoulder, the front half of the sword appeared in front of him, and the second half, on his back, slowly swayed as he moved.

Blood, along the front and back wounds, flowed outward.

Xu Yunhe didn't realize it, and stepped back step by step, but his eyes stayed on Xu Guotu in front of him.

Watching Xu Yunhe retreat step by step, Xu Guotu watched quietly, his face was calm, but his eyes were very complicated.

"Very good...... Very good...... You're very good......" muttered to himself, but the person who spoke was replaced by Xu Yunhe.

"Xu Yunhe, as a child of the Xu family, you dare to commit a crime and plot to assassinate the patriarch, it's just madness!" Xu Guotu's side was full of people standing around him again, and one of them angrily scolded Xu Yunhe.

At this time, Xu Guotu's back was already occupied by the crowd of black oppression.

It turned out that the fight in the sky was also over. What happened to Xu Yunhe and Xu Guotu once again became the focus of attention.

There were two short daggers stuck in front and back, and the blood flowed like a pour, but Xu Guotu refused the kindness of the people around him to wrap his wounds, pushed away the people who were supporting him on both sides, and his eyes looked at Xu Yunhe in front of him.

And Xu Yunhe was also looking at him.

The gaze of two people is equally complex and difficult to understand.

After staring at each other for a long time, Xu Guotu suddenly turned around and faced everyone.

The blood flowed in front of and behind him, his face was pale, his tall body trembled slightly, and Xu Guotu's gaze was still majestic.

In the voice, there is inevitably some weakness and powerlessness.

"From today on," Xu Guotu said slowly, in a tone that was neither high nor low, but it could be heard by everyone present, including Xu Yunhe, who was the farthest behind him.

"From today onwards, my Xu family, there is no such son as Xu Yunhe! I, Xu Guotu, as the head of the Xu family, announced that I would deprive him of his surname Xu, and in the future, he will no longer be a child of my Xu family!"

Everyone was silent, some looked at Xu Guotu with a majestic face, and some looked at Xu Yunhe behind him, each with their own thoughts.

"Okay! That's what you said!" In the silence, Song Yanxi roared happily, crossed the crowd, waved the big knife with only half of it in his hand, and rushed towards Xu Yunhe.

The heavy big knife slashed head-on at Xu Yunhe's forehead, although only half of it was left, it did not reduce its momentum, and the sharp sound of breaking the wind was a little harsh.

Xu Yunhe raised his head, and his hands stretched out like lightning upwards.

The half-cut knife that was cut down at great speed suddenly stopped, stopping two inches above Xu Yunhe's forehead.

Song Yanxi struggled to fight, first up and then down, not moving at all.

The remnant knife had been tightly clamped by Xu Yunhe's two hands at this time.

Without Lu Xiaoyu's chic and clear spirit with two fingers, nor Xu Guotu's one-handed weight lifting, Xu Yunhe's two palms have not been inferior in effect.

Sneak attack in front of everyone, but Xu Yunhe, a milky hairy boy, grabbed his weapon and couldn't move, Song Yanxi was annoyed and angry, abandoned the knife with his backhand, stretched out his hand to wipe it on his waist, the cold light flashed in his hand, and he pounced on Xu Yunhe.

Xu Yunhe's eyes froze, he stood in place without dodging or dodging, his left hand was straight into a palm, and he slashed towards him briefly.

Split, but a red light flew out from the edge of his palm, and greeted Song Yanxi, who was angry and angry.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, Song Yanxi, who had just taken two steps, suddenly fell to the ground, and the terrible screams kept coming out of his mouth.

He kept rolling on the ground, for a smoky crimson flame burned all over his body, from his head and face to his shoes. He kept rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but no matter how hard he tried, the flames on his body did not have a tendency to decay at all, and they were still burning to their heart's content, and the smell of burnt paste was getting stronger and stronger, floating out of Song Yanxi's body.

With a "bang", a basin of cold water fell from the sky, and finally rescued Song Yanxi, who was in a desperate situation.

It turned out to be Song Yanxi's clansmen who rescued him once.

Finally getting out of the tragic situation of burning himself, Song Yanxi got up from the ground with difficulty.

At this time, Song Yanxi was already full of wolves.

His head was burned black, half of his hair had been burned off, and the remaining half was messy and uneven, unkempt like a chicken coop.

And on his body, a shiny brocade robe was full of holes, and it was covered with dirt and ashes, and he was drenched, which was even more miserable than a starving beggar on the street.

Everyone looked at Song Yanxi's current wolf appearance, although it was very inappropriate in the current situation, there were still a few snickering voices in the crowd.

Hearing these laughter keenly, Song Yanxi, who was already sad and indignant for the current wolf, was even more ashamed and angry, turned to everyone angrily, and roared: "Which bastard dares to laugh at your grandfather?

Facing Song Yanxi, who was like crazy, no one answered, and those few snickering voices disappeared without a trace.

"Who is it?" There is a kind of laughter, but there is no recognition, are you fucking still not a man? When Lao Tzu finds you, Lao Tzu will fucking ...... you" Song Yanxi's anger continued to rise, looking at the crowd of people who had no one to answer, and the more he scolded, the more unbearable he became.

"Yanxi, stop!" An old voice sounded at the right time, stopping Song Yanxi's next even more unbearable foul language.

"Great Elder, I ......" Song Yanxi's anger was slightly restrained, but he still couldn't suppress the shame and anger in his heart.

"Come back, isn't it enough to be ashamed? If you do any more nonsense, don't you want this surname?"

The weight of the last sentence was too heavy, Song Yanxi's face changed greatly, and he turned his head and glared at Xu Yunhe angrily unwillingly, but he still retreated into the crowd in a daze.

"Martial Sect Seven Grades, the Xu family is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, I can't imagine that a young man who has not yet reached the weak crown can cultivate to such a point. The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and he can't imagine that today, he almost lost his eyes!" After the Great Elder of the Song Family reprimanded Song Yanxi, he then stepped out of the crowd, stood in front of Xu Yunhe, and said coldly.

"Elder Song Juxian, didn't you hear what you just said?" Xu Guotu opened his mouth at this time and interjected, "This son is no longer a member of my Xu family, and all things related to him in the future have nothing to do with my Xu family!"

Walking forward slowly, Xu Guotu walked to Song Juxian's side, stood side by side with him, and looked at Xu Yunhe with an expressionless face.

The knife wound on his body has been simply dealt with by the people around him and has been wrapped. Although his face was pale, it did not diminish his majesty.