At the headquarters of Xuanmen in Dingzhou, the old master looked angry, and everyone in the audience lowered their heads and didn't dare to say anything.
The old master is angry, and speaking at this time is equivalent to taking the initiative to brush the tiger's whiskers.
Although the owner of the door is old and the concept is outdated and rigid, his strength is getting stronger and stronger.
Now that Huai Anqiu was killed by Ye Feng, Le Zhengge was lonely and difficult to sing, and the balance was slowly tilting towards the old master.
The war is over, the outside is basically stable, and the next step is to solve the internal problems.
Some people in the Xuanmen don't want to go with the old master, and the final outcome of decay is decay.
It's just that the vast building is about to fall, but everyone can only watch the Xuanmen go to weakness.
For more than 1,000 years, corruption has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
Even if the old master knew this, he was not determined to complete a change.
History tells the old master that change will shed blood, not only the blood of the old forces, but also the blood of the reformers.
The people in the Xuanmen also hope that the Xuanmen will prosper forever, and their power comes from the Xuanmen.
When the Xuanmen collapses, they will become scattered monkeys.
But the resistance to change is too great, and the various aspects involved are prohibitive.
It turned out that many of the people who stood on Le Zhengge's side saw that Le Zhengge was about to empty the old master, so they pressed the treasure on Le Zhengge.
Not to mention the decisive battle with the conservative forces, I am afraid that this kind of person will secretly obstruct what Le Zhengge wants to do.
The reason why I joined Le Zhengge was just to mix up the dragon's work.
In the future, Le Zhengge ascended to the throne and became the master of the Xuanmen, and these former "heroes" were not allowed to "reward meritorious deeds".
After a lot of comings and goings, there is a high chance that the change will come to naught again.
The atmosphere in the hall became more and more depressing, and the old master looked at everyone and said, "Don't you give me an explanation for this matter?"
” It's quieter off the field, and you can hear your breath.
It's not the crushing of strength, but the power of power.
Life and death are all in the heart of the old master.
After a long time, Fan Zhe broke the silence, he took a few steps to the middle, bowed and said: "I am responsible for the vicinity of Mingzhou, except that this kind of mistake is my fault." ” The old master patted the armrest of the black dragon chair, and the sound was not loud, but everyone was shocked, and they all secretly paid attention to the development of the situation.
Fan Zhe is a person who is happy to sing, and with the recent undercurrent surging in the Xuanmen, those who have a heart have long been paying attention.
Few of the people who can stand in the main hall are fuel-efficient lamps, some are old people from the Xuanmen, and some have climbed up from the bottom.
The old man of Xuanmen lived a long time, saw a lot, and had a keen sense of smell.
Those who climb up step by step are even more amazing, they are all rough back waves.
The old master said: "Xuanmen has suffered a lot of losses, of course you can't escape the blame." ” Fan Zhedao: "The subordinates are willing to be punished. ” "You're being punished?
You know what you lost, you can't pay for it in ten lives.
The old master said in a deep voice.
Seeing that things were escalating, everyone in the hall immediately cheered up and paid close attention to the changes in the situation.
Fan Zhe knelt on the ground and remained silent.
At this time, an old man in the hall walked into the hall, the old man was slightly short, and he had a pair of sword eyebrows.
He faced the old master, bowed down and said: "Qiqi master, Fan Zhe is young and reckless, and he is eager to achieve quick success, causing Xuanmen to suffer this kind of loss, and he should be the nine clans!"
” When the words "Zhulian Nine Clans" appeared, even a few unresponsive people in the hall reacted.
The old master took the opportunity to challenge the people of Le Zhengge's family.
The old man of Fan Zhe's nine clans is the henchman of the old master, and the two of them have been wearing a pair of pants, and they stand up at this time, intending to completely kill Fan Zhe.
Fan Zhe was still kneeling on the ground, the matter was indeed done by him, and there was indeed a mistake.
The old man wants to kill and chop, and he can only listen to it.
Le Zhengge has not come back yet, and Fan Zhe's prestige is not enough to integrate the power of Le Zhengge's family.
Before the showdown, if there is a rash showdown, Le Zhengge and his people in the Xuanmen are likely to be wiped out.
A middle-aged man in the main hall walked into the hall and said to the slightly shorter old man: "Lord Ping, I think this matter is slightly inappropriate.
Fan Zhe previously suspected that Chunyang Temple's closure of the mountain gate might be fraudulent, if he hadn't reminded him to let the various branches of Xuanmen prepare, I am afraid that there would be more than six branches to lose. ” The slightly shorter old man's name is Pingfa, and he is the first sage of Xuanmen.
When he heard the middle-aged man arguing for Fan Zhe, he immediately said: "Merit is merit, and passing is merit."
The merits and demerits cannot be offset, otherwise it will not be messed up. ” He flicked his sleeves, and he was upright, as if he really had no selfishness.
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The middle-aged man said: "Fan Zhe is still young, and he will definitely become a pillar of Xuanmen in the future."
Xuanmen should give him a chance, indiscriminate killing will only make my Xuanmen unavailable. ” The old master sat on the huge black dragon chair, let the two people in the hall quarrel, and said in his heart: "The talents of the pillars cannot be used by me, it will only make the Xuanmen more and more separated, and this son must be removed." ” …… …… In the snow, a group of people were hurrying and were heading to Dingzhou at full speed.
After three or four days of driving, the seventh-order spirit beast advanced at full speed, and ran to its death.
The man walked down from the corpse of the spirit beast and looked forward, the expression in his eyes was complicated, and he was faintly anxious.
He has a rough face, not handsome, but that masculinity comes to his face, and there is a kind of blood floating on his body, and he doesn't know how many people he has killed.
The surrounding area is covered in snow, and there is a tavern on the top of the wasteland.
The appearance of the tavern was extremely abrupt, as if a smooth-skinned person had a pimple, and the pimple was the size of a fist.
Behind the man stood a group of people, all of whom looked hurried, and looked at the tavern with no kindness in their eyes.
They originally took the fairy boat to Dingzhou, but since the news of the incident near Mingzhou spread, all kinds of strange things have happened one after another.
First, the Xianzhou formation was seriously damaged for no reason, then a large number of mounts died, and now a tavern has popped up.
A person walked out of the crowd and said to the man, "Master Le, let your subordinates go and explore the truth first." ” The man was Le Zhengge, he waved his hand and said, "The arrival of the old man is unnecessary. ” The tavern was steaming hot, and the smell of wine wafted across the wilderness.
Out of the tavern came a man dressed in a cloak and a hat.
Xiang Jia is still the same as before.
Le Zhengge smiled: "Who would have thought that you would become the leader of the night and take over the class of the night brocade." ” Xiang Jia spread his hands, "I used to think that Ye Feng would take over the night, but since I sat in this position, I was afraid that I would be worse than Ye Feng, so I didn't dare to slack off." ” "You're trying so hard to find me, why?"
Xiang Jia said: "I did put a lot of effort into finding you, but I didn't do the damage to the fairy boat, and I didn't poison the spirit beast." ” Le Zhengge laughed dryly: "It seems that you are very well prepared." ” "Of course, how could I convince you."
"What do you want?"
Le Zhengge walked to the tavern first, "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ” Xiang Jia didn't care about Le Zhengge's rude behavior, and said with a smile: "I want the Five-Color Soul Rejuvenation Pill." ”