The noise in the hall seemed to make Xiahou Yuanxian very irritable, and he only heard him shouting: "Shut up for me!"

The top of the main hall was immediately silent, and the needles could be heard.

Xiahou Yuanxian said: "It's just heard now, we haven't found out what is going on, don't be hot-headed!"

These words immediately made Wu Qian admire Xiahou Yuanxian, in the face of such bad news, Xiahou Yuanxian can still be so calm, worthy of a generation of grandmasters.

Xiahou Yuanxian then asked, "Do you have anything to entrust the young man to bring back?"

These words made Wu Qian slightly stunned, and he secretly wondered in his heart: This Xiahou head is not in a hurry to care about his son's life and death, but he is anxious to care about whether his son has brought something back. Could he still be unpredictable and know that he had made Xiahou Zhuo write a promise?

It's a little embarrassing now, if you take out that handkerchief, wouldn't it seem that you see that it is profitable to bring words.

Xiahou Yuanxian saw that Wu Qian was a little hesitant, and his emotions were a little excited, and he said loudly: "Could it be that Shaoxia still wants to hide something?"

This question implied true anger, Wu Qian was so shocked that he immediately took out the handkerchief and said, "In order to thank me, your son wrote a handkerchief to me, and asked me to give it to you when I see you!"

However, Wu Qian just took out the handkerchief, only to see Xiahou Yuanxian's hand stretched out in the air, and the handkerchief flew straight into his hand, Xiahou Yuanxian couldn't wait to open the handkerchief, but saw that it was written to accept Wu Qian's handwriting, and his disappointment was immediately revealed.

"Nothing else?" asked Xiahou Yuanxian.

"No," Wu Qian said. But he muttered in his heart, it seems that there must be an extremely important thing in this Xiahou Zhuozhuo, so important that it may be more important than the life and death of his son.

Xiahou Yuanxian frowned slightly, and then said to Wu Qian: "Please also ask Wu Qian Shaoxia to take me to rescue my son quickly, I am grateful to the Yuan Dao." ”

"Okay, I'll show you the way. Wu Qian hurriedly replied.

Senior Brother Pucheng, Zhuo Zhi, you two can go with me, and the matter in the door will be entrusted to Senior Brother Xingyuan for the time being.

Everyone replied, "Yes!"

Walking out of Langya Pavilion, Xiahou Yuanxian waved his long sleeves and directly involved Wu Qianjin in it, not guarding against foreign objects, his body was vertical, like Feihong, straight into the clouds, and the other two immediately followed.

Wu Qian only felt the wind whistling in his ears, even the clouds, as if flashing, Wu Qian stretched out his head to take a look, and found that a shield covered him and Xiahou Yuanxian in it, Wu Qian couldn't even feel the wind blowing on his face, looking far away, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and his heart was relaxed.

In the sky, Xiahou Yuanxian asked Wu Qian in detail what he knew, and Wu Qian also told what happened in the Drunken Immortal Tower, but he didn't expect this Xiahou Yuanxian to be extremely deep in the city, and his expression did not change in the slightest after listening to it.

Xiahou Yuanxian and the others are worthy of the profound Taoism, and for most of the day, Qingzhou City is close at hand. Under the guidance of Wu Qian, the three of them quickly found the cave.

However, when the four of them entered, what greeted them was Xiahou Zhuo's eyes wide open, as if he had been burned by fire, red and black, and some of his skin was even burned and fell down layer by layer.

Xiahou Yuanxian and the others hurriedly rushed over, Xiahou Zhuozhi directly hugged Xiahou Zhuozhuo's corpse, and cried, it seems that the two brothers have a very deep relationship.

Xiahou Yuanxian held his excellent hand tightly, although he didn't say a word, his shoulders trembled, the muscles and bones in his hands were prominent, and his eyes were faintly filled with tears. Holding back his grief, Xiahou Yuanxian closed Xiahou Zhuo's eyes.

Li Pucheng seemed to have other things, and he stopped talking on the side, his expression was very anxious. Under Li Pucheng's hint, Xiahou Yuanxian hurriedly put away his sad expression, turned around, and said to Wu Qian: "Young man Wu Qian, we have to tidy up my son's appearance, it is a little inconvenient, and I ask you to wait outside the cave." ”

The actions of Li Pucheng and Xiahou Yuanxian confirmed Wu Qian's judgment, there is an extremely important thing in this Xiahou Excellence, perhaps Xiahou Excellence and others died because of this.

I just don't know what this thing is! It's more important than my son's life.

After Xiahou Yuanxian saw Wu Qian walking out of the cave, he hurriedly squatted down, directly took off the boot on Xiahou Zhuo's right foot, tore the sole of the shoe, and saw a bag sandwiched in it, the sad expression on Xiahou Yuanxian's face suddenly came to naught, but the irrepressible excitement appeared on his face.

Xiahou Yuanxian opened the bag with trembling hands, and took out a four-inch square kraft paper from it, and when he opened the kraft paper, Xiahou Yuanxian's body trembled, and after Xiahou Yuanxian finished reading, he nodded slightly at Li Pucheng, and Li Pucheng was obviously excited.

Xiahou Yuanxian quickly put away the kraft paper, put it into the brocade bag, put it in the personal place, and then turned around and ordered Xiahou Zhuozhi to take the body back to the mountain gate to settle first, and instructed him not to act rashly, and then make arrangements after he returned, and then let Wu Qian enter the cave, and asked Wu Qian to wait in the cave for a while, and he and his junior brother Li Pucheng went to find the body of the true cloud leader.

Xiahou Yuanxian and Li Pucheng flew in the air, Li Pucheng approached Xiahou Yuanxian and whispered: "Senior brother, have you found it, the outstanding nephew died under the Zhengyang Dao Supreme Divine Skill Zhengyang Duel." ”

Xiahou Yuanxian nodded, and Li Pucheng continued: "The world will use Zhengyang Duel, only the head of Zhengyang Dao and the three elders, and no one else will do this magic skill. ”

Xiahou Yuanxian's expression began to become solemn, and he said, "I know what you mean, you think it's Zhengyang Dao's secret hand, right?"

"Could it be that the senior brother in charge still has doubts about this?" Li Pucheng asked rhetorically.

"It's true that Zhengyang Dao is the most suspicious now, but there are also a lot of suspicions," Xiahou Yuanxian said.

"What's suspicious?" Li Pucheng hurriedly asked.

"First, Zhengyang Dao wants to assassinate Senior Brother Zhenyun and my son, and he actually uses Zhengyang to kill on the territory of Qingzhou, what is the difference between this and Ming killing. Second, Senior Brother Zhenyun's cultivation is no worse than that of Elder Zhengyang Dao, he is dead, and my son's hamstring was broken, but he escaped, don't you think this is very suspicious?" Xiahou Yuanxian said.

Li Pucheng nodded, his brows furrowed, and he was sad.

"The other party obviously deliberately let my son escape," Xiahou Yuanxian said.

"Why do you want to let your nephew out alone?" Li Pucheng asked.

"I guess it's for him to send us a letter," Xiahou Yuanxian said.

Li Pucheng was slightly stunned, and then said: "If you want to send a letter, you can just let a disciple out, why is it an excellent nephew?"

Xiahou Yuanxian glanced at Li Pucheng meaningfully, and said, "And I want to break his hamstrings!"

(The grades are not good, can you leave a squeak in reading my novel, let me know that there are still people reading it, and comfort my fragile heart!)