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Chapter seven hundred and forty-fifth, the ancestor of the young family(2/2)

"Bai Ye is dead!" the man gritted his teeth.

"But this matter may have something to do with Lin Zhengtian!" Shaoye sneered.

"you..."

The Lin family was all very angry.

This is simply confusing right and wrong and making something out of nothing.

"If we really want to investigate, it shouldn't be up to you. Elder Zhen Tianxiang of Wanxiang Sect is here, why do you need to intervene?" The saint who had been silent all this time suddenly said.

People immediately looked towards Zhen Tianxiang.

Nangong Qingcheng has already put away her move, and Zhen Tianxiang has also put away his magic weapon, but his face is gloomy and his eyes are filled with anger.

"In the Battle of the Son of God, when you participated in it, you all knew that there was no regard for life or death in the competition, only victory or defeat! If you form a grudge and intend to take revenge because of who killed whom in the Battle of the Son of God, in my view, Wanxiang Sect, it is absolutely unacceptable. If it is not allowed, at least outside the Nine Soul Palace, you are not allowed to kill, otherwise, you will be provoking my Wanxiang Sect!"

Zhen Tianxiang roared, took off the token from his waist, and shattered it.

The shattered powder flew towards the sky, and formed three huge golden characters on the sky.

Vientiane Gate!

In an instant.

All the powerful people present turned pale.

Zhen Tianxiang asked the headquarters for help!

Moreover, he asked for help as the five elders.

Once the Wanxiang Sect gets the news, it will definitely send a large number of experts over.

Zhen Tianxiang is a smart man. He knows that he can no longer control this situation and cannot suppress the heroes present, but the strong men of Wanxiang Sect can!

When the Wanxiang Gate arrives, who dares not to bow his head?

For a moment, the faces of the hidden clan members were all ugly.

"What a bastard! Why doesn't this stinking Wanxiangmen die?"

Yan Yan in the crowd secretly cursed.

Yue Rongshu and everyone were overjoyed.

Shaobusi's brows moved frequently, as if he was thinking about something.

After all, he is not Nangong Qingcheng. He is not as impulsive as these young people. When facing Zhen Tianxiang, he will not force himself. After all, he represents the entire young family.

"Nangong, what should we do now?" Hu Cangliao asked softly.

"What we do is not our business. The patriarchs of these families are here. Even if we can really capture Lin Zhengtian, do you think we can get any benefits?" Nangong Qingcheng gritted her teeth and said unwillingly: "Damn it, give these

It’s time to make a wedding dress!”

Hu Cangliao remained silent, his eyes flickering.

Just when everyone was at their wits' end about Zhen Tianxiang, a voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

"Oh? When did the people of the Wanxiang Sect become so overbearing? You, the Wanxiang Sect, went to great lengths to protect a murderer who didn't understand the rules and was ruthless. Why? Has the Wanxiang Sect reached such a lawless state?"

As soon as this was said, there was an uproar in all directions.

Who dares to question Wanxiang Gate?

The souls hurriedly looked back, and the crowd split apart, only to see a luxurious chariot behind the crowd, and the sound came from the chariot.

Shao Buxi was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over and clasped his fists in salute: "Old Ancestor...please uphold justice for my young son, Liu Yu!"

For a moment, there was silence all around.

People stared blankly at Shao Busi's actions, feeling like their brains were about to shut down.

Shao Busi actually saluted the chariot and called the ancestor?

There is no doubt that the people inside can only have one identity, and that is...
Chapter completed!
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