Luan really knows.

Wei Lian, the head of the Seven Heroes, is a person who supports the family and a guest who helps the family.

Or rather, it is precisely because he is the one who supports his family that he can become the head of the Seven Heroes.

But this is not to say that this half-naked man with tattoos is a strong man in the middle, an embroidered pillow, and the head of the Qimen who relied on the blessing of the family to get mixed - if that is the case, this Qimen Seven Heroes List is too cheap.

Just don't forget, there are a thousand enemies in the family.

And those who can stand beside a thousand enemies, who will not be a little edified?

If it is about the talent bloodline, Zhou Yi, the fourth of the Seven Heroes, is naturally far superior to Wei Lian...... But if you really want to fight life and death, Wei Lian's Qimen is still stronger than Zhou Yi's, and his methods are more fierce - it is because of this that it was not Zhou Yi who won the first golden bamboo chair on Xiao Xuanwu three years ago, but him.

Luan Zhen looked at Wei Lian's bumpy and sturdy back covered with blue and red patterns, slightly locked his eyebrows, and pursed his lips.

I haven't seen him for three years, and his breath seems to be a little faster.

I'm afraid that next year's big and small Xuanwu will be on the same day, and this Wei Lian will ...... I wanted to reach out and hook the three cloud seats.

I want to be the Three Saints.

Luan Zhen took a light breath and spit it out, allowing himself to sit more comfortably against the column.

Oh, it's okay, since the Seven Heroes are going to fight for the Three Holy Thrones, then I will sit on the Seven Heroes seats. In the Qimen of the Western Regions where these three grandmothers came, the children of the Sima Xiande Yin family who blew it well, are actually just such goods...... Those who really have both the mind and the ability to win the power of the Seven Heroes, think about it, the little girl of the Qin family and those-

But at this point, there was a sudden anger between his eyebrows.

Seeing that Luan Zhen locked his eyebrows, his originally calm expression suddenly became murderous.

He remembered the scene where Qin Jiawu was carried up yesterday.

He remembered the white dress that came out of nowhere.

He remembered the faint smile of the white coat with a slight play.

He remembered the bruises he had received from him.

Angry, annoyed, angry!

I can't wait to kill it soon!

The more Luan Zhen thought about it, the more angry he became, gritting his teeth coldly, his fists clenched, and his shoulders trembling slightly.

Luan Mo on the side noticed his brother's strange look, and subconsciously thought that the injuries on his body that had not healed had begun to ache faintly again, so he reached out and took some decoction from his waist and ordered him to take it.

That's just at this time.

Suddenly, there was a fresh breeze.

There was another clang.

It is a bronze gate opening.

Seeing that everyone in the hall was slightly stunned, they all turned around and looked at the bronze gate on the south side of the temple—this south gate led to the bottom of the mountainside, which was the path they had taken when they entered the temple before. If the Fujia family wants to enter this side hall, they should also take the north gate into the high platform and look at them condescendingly.

Now half an hour has passed since the time of the Fujia's order, and everyone thinks that the next person to appear should be the Fujia master who invited them all the way to come—why is the south gate open at this time?

Luan Zhen frowned.

Don't...... Are there any characters who want to come to this temple?

Don't...... Eight of us aren't enough?

So who is going to be killed this time......

The door opens.

There was a beam of slanting sun, reflecting the temple.

A figure stepped into the hall.

The black hair is tied with a crown, the white clothes are moire, and the waist is tied with jade and jade.

The appearance is dignified, the air is lofty, and the eyebrows are slightly raised.

is a handsome boy who just looks at his surface and knows that he is as warm as jade.

Childe carried a long object wrapped in layers of real silk cloth, obscuring the outline, making it impossible to see what it was...... It can't be a gun, right?

Luan Zhen frowned slightly, I don't know who this rich boy who looks very graceful and luxurious at first glance is, how did he come to travel in the Western Regions, and how did he enter this palace of supporting the family?

But if he doesn't know it, it doesn't mean that the others in the temple don't know him.

Seeing that Luan Mo beside him saw the boy for a moment, he immediately stood up straight, pulled the corners of his clothes with some restraint, hid the two straight knives behind his waist, and quietly looked away.

Seeing this, Luan Zhen raised her eyes slightly, and probably saw some clues from her expression, so she looked back and asked in a low voice, "Sister, do you know him?"

saw Luan Mo pin his head, and was about to open his lips to speak, but suddenly turned his face awkwardly and stopped talking.

And just when Luan was really inexplicable and wanted to ask again...... But it suddenly dawned on him.

He understood who the rich boy was.

It was Childe who walked slowly past them.

It was in the middle of the day when they walked past them, and suddenly there was a burst of aroma.

Elegant, light, but not sparse or greasy, it is just the right fragrance.

And the person who can show this fragrance in his steps can make his sister feel uncomfortable......

Luan Zhen only knows one person.

'Incense Gun Saint' Xun Ye.

He is the only disciple with a foreign surname in the Longjia Qimen of Yonghua Kingdom in Nanjiang Province.

It is also in the Yonghua Kingdom, and the Longjia Gun Immortal and the Emperor's Jianjie are known as the 'Yonghua Sanying'.

It is said that he left Yonghua to travel to the Western Regions a few years ago, and was somehow recruited by the Yin family, and became a guest secretary of his family for a year and a half in a daze-and then woke up again, and then traveled around......

I don't want to, but I can meet here.

Luan Zhen deliberately raised his hand and waved the fragrance in front of him, squinting at the incense clothes and spear saint.

He walked over the six columns as if he were no one around, without saluting anyone, not even moving his gaze slightly.

And the characters under the pillar have different expressions and different shapes and rhymes.

Luan Zhen and Luan Mo were looking at his back, the poisoner known as the 'Scorpion' snorted softly, the Gong Loser from the military and the tall man stopped talking and frowned, and the monk with his eyes closed seemed to move his face slightly, not knowing if he had narrowed his eyes into a slit; Chu Mad, who looked a little stupid, suddenly came to his senses after seeing Xun Ye's figure, and there was a bright light in the only remaining eye.

As for the Wei Lian, the head of the Seven Heroes......

He didn't look at Xun Ye who was walking.

He just slowly raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the high platform.

And Xun Ye walked to his side, also looking up and looking at the high platform.

It was the two of them who bowed together.

"Master. "Helping the head of the family. ”

It was the two of them who opened their lips together.

The rest of the people were stunned, and then they found that on the high platform on the north side of the hall, there was a man dressed in black and white fur, a man wearing a crown, and a woman in a veil standing at some point.

It is Fuliu in the middle, and Zhu Qingting stands with it.

Everyone immediately stepped forward quickly, standing behind Wei Lian and Xun Ye in twos and threes, bowing their heads and clasping their fists, and performing a martial arts salute.

"Helping the family!" "Meet the master of the family!" "Meet the three saints!" ......

Although the voices of the people were scattered, they all spoke out and saluted sincerely—after all, they were all here to earn some brilliant gold, not to offend the first person in the world and then lose their heads.

saw that on the high platform, she condescendingly glanced at everyone in the hall, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and bowed her head.

"Now that we're all here, I'm going to get straight to the point. ”

Fuliu didn't say anything to greet her, nor did she comfort everyone for the hard work that had come all the way - she only took half a step forward, standing on the edge of the high platform, bowing her head to the others, and her lips were indifferent.

"The man you are going to kill is called Wang Manxiu. ”

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