"Yuanzhu!"

The two words, full of Ding Shuli's hatred and resentment, reverberated in the air and did not disperse for a long time.

Not only does it not stop, but there is a tendency to expand.

In the audience, there was a buzzing sound, as if a swarm of bees had come, it was the disciples in the audience who were whispering, and they were passed down one by one, and everyone was discussing those two words:

"Yuanzhu!"

These two words seem to have some kind of magic, and each disciple's face is full of mystery, and at the same time, there are all kinds of magic such as fear, excitement, hatred, and confusion, but everyone is different, but very few people are indifferent.

Meng Shuai felt a little furious in his heart, not that he was afraid of these people or anything, but he was somewhat uncomfortable to be looked at by everyone with such a mysterious eye, not to mention the unforeseen consequences that might be caused. It can even destroy the situation that has just been grasped.

It seems that Ding Shuli's last resort is effective, even if he can't take revenge with his own hands, he has to create endless trouble for Fang Qingyan.

It's just that Meng Shuai was a little surprised, wasn't it a long time ago that the Fang family was destroyed?

But he didn't want to, the destruction of the Fang family is also Fang Qingyan's father's generation, and in a few decades, it is shorter than the destruction of the Qiankun family, and it is still a major event in this sect. These disciples of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect have cultivated until now, and they are at least dozens or even hundreds of years old, so what's so strange about knowing what happened at the beginning?

Fang Qingyan also heard these discussions, and his expression flashed with sadness, but he immediately covered it up, and looked down quietly.

Meng Shuai looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the virtue of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect was gone, and the old things of the year were gone, I was afraid that his enemies would all die.

However, Duan Lingye was surprised on the stage and said, "Yuan Zhu, is the Fang family the original Phantom Bamboo family, the one that died in the rebellion of the Six Families twenty years ago?"

Fang Qingyan turned around and said, "Senior brother has a good memory. The One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect disappears several times every few years, and it is also my honor for Senior Brother to remember our family. ”

Duan Lingye narrowed his eyes and said, "You're welcome. I remember your Fang family because it was a very big trouble, and my master and the previous head of the family were also involved. ”

Fang Qingyan said: "Guan Zhangmen added fuel to the fire at the beginning, but he didn't make any moves, and I have always kept it in my heart. But the senior brother is the senior brother, the head is the head, you have no enmity or hatred against me, I can still tell the difference. ”

Duan Lingye said, "Oh, then I should thank you?"

Fang Qingyan said: "No thanks, I know the times." ”

The two of them talk to me one sentence at a time, to put it mildly, but everyone can hear the hidden edge. Everyone is secretly sweating, and some are hiding malice, just waiting to watch a good show.

Meng Shuai had a headache even more and took a step up. With his understanding of Duan Lingye, since Duan Demon King didn't do it, it should mean that it doesn't matter, not to mention that the master is involved, it is his own father and son, and even what he did at the beginning, he said that he didn't care, but he really didn't care. But Fang Qingyan may not be, Meng Shuai knows how deeply his revenge demons are entangled.

But whether Duan Lingye couldn't bear it, or Fang Qingyan couldn't bear it, it would definitely be Fang Qingyan who would suffer in the end, unless he had more than one realm lord's power in his hands.

At this time, Ling Shihua said lightly: "Ling Ye, you didn't know until today that he was the Fang family, but he was really dull. ”

Duan Lingye turned his head and said, "Uncle Shi already knows?"

Ling Shihua, who had been silent, slowly walked down from the rostrum and said, "It's not too early, I know it from the first time I saw him." Otherwise, there are some things that I don't worry about letting him do. ”

In a word, the atmosphere was calm, and how many people who were about to move were suppressed. There are many enemies of the Fang family, there are none on the surface, and there are hidden ones. If Duan Ling Ye had just revealed his intention to deal with Fang Qingyan, how many people would immediately add fuel to the fire and step on it, but at this time, Ling Shihua, who had the highest cultivation, opened his mouth, but it was enough to calm the scene.

Duan Lingye didn't care about taking a step out of the way and said, "Uncle Shi and the Fang family have an old relationship. ”

Ling Shihua said: "No." The old ghost of the Fang family is arrogant, and he is really not in the right temper with me. It's just that the Fang family has two benefits, one is that they are above board, and they are not the villains who are two-faced and three-stabbed. Second, it is to have feelings for the One Yuan Wanfa Sect and know that the sect is the most important. If Fang Qingyan inherited his ancestor's temperament, even if he handed over the sect to him, it would be nothing. Now that everyone else is finished, Feng Shui takes turns, and it is okay to go to the Fang family. ”

Duan Lingye said, "Then do you think he has inherited the Fang family's temperament?"

Ling Shihua said: "Then it depends on his choice." I didn't say it before, but now that it's spread out, I'll ask directly. Fang Qingyan, you want to be the head disciple of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect, can you put the overall situation of the sect first in everything?"

Fang Qingyan said: "This is natural. If I don't put the big picture first, how can I take on the responsibility?"

Ling Shihua said: "What I'm talking about is for all first, without discounts. For example, I know that your Fang family has grievances, and you are also burdened with a deep blood feud, do you dare to say that when the heavy responsibility of the sect and the conflict of personal blood feud, give up revenge to protect the interests of the sect?"

This question was so sharp that everyone straightened up and listened. This is too important a sentence, there is no shortage of people present who have a grudge against the Fang family, if Fang Qingyan agrees, they will be safe. If Fang Qingyan doesn't agree......

Then if you don't die, these people will also strike first.

Fang Qingyan was silent and walked forward, Meng Shuai still supported him, and followed him. At this time, Meng Shuai remembered what Fang Qingyan said before, "There is something to do", and there was a premonition in his heart that something big was coming.

Walking in front of the Yuan Bamboo Forest, Fang Qingyan suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Blood spilled all over the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves shook.

Suddenly, a bamboo shoot sprouts from the ground, growing faster than mushrooms after rain, and in the blink of an eye, it has grown like a bamboo.

It's just that the torsos of these bamboo shoots are a little bent, because there is a person hanging from each one.

Seeing those people, even Duan Lingye's pupils shrank. The rest of the people even stood up and exclaimed.

Those who were hung were all members of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect, from several big families, and some were even powerful figures in the sect, but at this time, they were all hanging on the bamboo like dead dogs, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Duan Lingye's gaze focused on the tallest bamboo shoot in the center, where there was a lifeless old man, his snow-white hair was scattered, embarrassed like an old beggar on the street, and said in a low voice: "That old ghost of the Li family, I didn't expect to fall here, Senior Brother Fang is a good means." ”

Meng Shuai's heart sank, and he said secretly: This is the ancestor of the Li family? Fang Qingyan can control a realm master, not to mention that there are so many enemies, and his strength is really amazing.

Fang Qingyan muttered words in his mouth, and suddenly shouted, and those bent bamboo shoots bounced upwards together, and a group of hanging people were thrown upward, like bullets popping out of a slingshot. For a while, the figure in the sky had pupils, and it was difficult to tell who was who from the bottom up.

Immediately after, the puppet-like group fell

Underneath, there are thousands of green bamboos that stand vertically upward.

Poof――

The moment it fell, the heavens and the earth were bloody.

Meng Shuai's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, and he saw a scene that could only appear in hell, so he quickly turned his head and closed his mouth, so as not to vomit full of discomfort in an instant.

Because those people were controlled, there was no superfluous sound in the whole process, and there was a dead silence in all directions. Meng Shuai almost thought that the world was dead.

What broke the silence was a retching, and someone couldn't stand it anymore and threw it up. Then, as if contagious, vomiting and trembling spread throughout the disciples present, and they shivered as if they were a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Meng Shuai glared at Fang Qingyan dissatisfied, he really couldn't accept Fang Qingyan's way of killing. He knew that these people should be Fang Qingyan's enemies, but this kind of torture and killing was not only cruel, but also performative, and it was difficult to say that it was not a perversion to put revenge on a stage like a drama performance and intimidate bystanders.

Turning his head, he saw Fang Qingyan staring blankly at the bamboo forest, his eyes were not excited and happy, only a feeling of relief and confusion, and gradually lost his focus.

After a long time, two lines of red blood fell from his eyes. It was blood and tears.

Seeing the blood and tears, Meng Shuai sighed silently and said nothing. He was born carefree, it is difficult for him to blame Fang Qingyan, who is burdened with a mountain of hatred and can hardly breathe, not to mention that they are friends who have been friends for many years, and they should have done the greatest understanding.

It's just that this is not a performance, but a memorial, Fang Qingyan used Yuanzhu as a altar, using his own blood and the blood of his enemies as a sacrifice to pay tribute to the dead souls of the family, and also to pay tribute to his past gloomy years.

Hopefully, I hope that Fang Qingyan can be freed from the shackles and enjoy his own life. I hope this vendetta ends here, and there will be no new reincarnation of retribution.

At this time, Fang Qingyan said in a dumb voice: "Zhu Xuan-"

Bang bang bang.

There was a soft sound in the air, it was the sound of bamboo blossoming. A cluster of white flowers bloomed on the bamboo, and the flowers were clustered, like a new spring.

When a bamboo blooms, that's when it dies.

With a roar, the blood under his feet turned into endless flames, wrapping the bamboo forest and the flesh and blood in the forest together, burning fiercely, and there was no green and bright red in sight, only the orange-red fire scurried into the sky.

In the firelight, Fang Qingyan staggered in front of Ling Shihua and said, "Senior Uncle, I can answer your question just now." My old enmity is gone, and from now on, I will put the sect first and my ambition first. The voice was still hoarse as it was at the beginning, but word by word, it was as solid as a rock.

Ling Shihua looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "Very good, very good." Then ...... Do it!" she waved her hand and turned to leave, leaving her with a hurried back.

At this time, Duan Lingye, who was always indifferent to the scene, walked over, still maintaining a playful smile, took Fang Qingyan's hand, raised it high, and said loudly: "Everyone, congratulations to Senior Brother Fang, he is the next head of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect." ”