Kang Jianping finally did not persuade his four brothers. Even though he begged in a low voice, Kang Xianqiao and others still did not dare to help the Martial God family.

In the end, he had to take the Sword of the Sky and leave alone.

When I walked to the front door of Kang's house, a car happened to be parked in front of me, and the window glass reflected his old face and gray hair.

"The white hair is getting longer!" Kang Jianping couldn't help but sigh.

Many people think he is an old man in his sixties when they see him, but in fact, he is only in his early fifties.

Eighteen years ago, Mu Wanqiu and Lin Haotian left Tianhai. After Kang Jianping learned the news, he walked through most of China with one sword, just to find the traces of Mu Wanqiu and his son.

It took more than a year to search, but in the end he finally gave up and accepted reality.

It was also in the past year that he became ten years older.

When he returned to the family again, many people almost couldn't recognize him.

Just as Kang Jianping was about to get on the car, Kang Minghui ran after him and asked, "Fifth Master, where are you going?"

Kang Jianping didn't say anything and got into the car.

Kang Minghui said again: "I heard that the fifth master is going to help the Wushen family deal with the Wu Alliance. Is it true?"

Kang Jianping glared at Kang Minghui, thinking that this little bastard wouldn't have deliberately come over to laugh at him!

He was too lazy to talk to Kang Minghui and closed the car door directly.

Kang Minghui sat in the passenger cab with a thick face and said with a smile: "Fifth Master, they won't go with you, I'll go with you."

Kang Jianping felt surprised and asked in confusion: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Kang Minghui smiled awkwardly and said, "I just stood by and didn't do anything. I just wanted to open my eyes. People from the Wu League will never be so savage that they can kill people when they see them!"

Just as Kang Minghui was about to close the car door, Kang Jianping suddenly kicked him from behind and kicked him out of the car.

"roll!"

Kang Jianping roared and asked the driver to drive directly.

It was not until five or six hundred meters away that the driver stopped, closed the passenger door of the passenger car before continuing to drive the car away.

...

The family of the God of War, outside the library.

A white-haired old man in a long gown was slowly sweeping the floor with a broom.

His white hair fell on his back and shoulders like a waterfall, his snow-white beard drooped on his chest, and even his eyebrows were white.

The breeze blew, the hair and beard flowed in the wind, and the hem of the long robe was blown up gently.

The old man's wrinkled face was covered with ancient wells, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, two screams suddenly came from outside the courtyard, and two injured guards were thrown in from the gate.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people rushed into the courtyard.

Walking in the front is Lin Shiyu, the son of the former Xifang Fangtou of the Martial God Family.

He was originally under house arrest by Lin Wei and sent two strong men to take care of him, not allowing him to go out.

Until yesterday, the Martial Alliance attacked the Martial God Family, and Tang Feiyu seriously injured Lin Wei, he rescued Lin Shiyu.

Behind Lin Shiyu is Cao Tianyang, the director of the Tianhai Branch of the Wu League, and Wei Tianzheng, who is carrying a golden sword on his shoulder.

There was also an old man in his seventies walking among the crowd.

His bare chin, beard was shaved, his burly figure, and his height of about 1.8 meters, looked a bit domineering under the crowd of the martial arts league.

He is the current leader of the Martial Alliance, Tang Feiyu.

Everyone's faces were filled with excitement when they saw the antique octagonal building in the courtyard and the three golden characters on the plaque.

Outside the courtyard, there were strong men from the Martial God Family and the guards arrived one after another, but they were all repelled by the strong men from the Martial Alliance.

In front of the powerful lineup of more than a dozen great martial masters and more than twenty martial masters in the Martial Alliance, the strong men of the Martial God Family seem vulnerable.

In addition to the Wu Alliance and the Wuzong Tang Feiyu, the Wuzong, are in charge. The people of the Wushen Family are already guilty before they even take action. How could they be their opponent?

Lin Shiyu led everyone to the library first, and nodded to the white-haired old man who was sweeping the floor.

In the past, he often came to the library, and every time he saw the white-haired old man sweeping the floor here. Although he didn't know the other person's name, he was still aware of it.

However, this time, the white-haired old man suddenly stood up straight and stood in front of Lin Shiyu.

"The head of the family has an order, Lin Shiyu is not allowed to enter the library!"

The old man's old voice was full of energy, and his serious face exuded a cold momentum.

Lin Shiyu's face suddenly became gloomy and he said coldly: "Why don't you let me in? I am the young master of the West House and the future heir of the Martial God Family! The library is my own territory, why should you stop me?"

The white-haired old man did not argue with Lin Shiyu and did not say a word.

He stood in front of Lin Shiyu, his powerful aura was like an insurmountable mountain.

Tang Feiyu also recognized the old man with white hair, and his eyes suddenly became playful.

He took a few steps forward, looked at the other party and laughed: "It turned out to be you, old guy. I saw you sweeping the floor here fifty years ago. When I left the Martial God Family twenty years ago, you sweeping the floor here too. Now I have become the leader of the Martial Alliance. I didn't expect that you were still sweeping the floor here. You really have no prospects!"

The old man with white hair said lightly: "You must not forget your roots in life. It is difficult to find a person like me in this world who will die together. Some people have forgotten their names after they have become successful!"

Tang Feiyu smiled.

He disdains to argue with an old guy who is over 100 years old, and turns around and walks to the library from another direction.

The white-haired old man waved his broom and crossed over, blocking Tang Feiyu's way.

Among the people from the Wumen, a middle-aged martial master standing in front shouted: "You dare to be rude to the leader and seek death!"

He rushed out with a quick step, slammed his fist into the white-haired old man's chest.

However, the white-haired old man's figure swayed slightly, and he avoided the other party's fist like a ghost.

The other hand raised upwards without any gorgeous movements, and a slap in the middle-aged martial master's face.

Bang!

The Wu Zun's body suddenly ejected backward like a cannonball, hitting the wall of the courtyard.

A bang!

The wall was smashed, bricks and cement slag splashed, and dust spread everywhere.

Everyone in the Wu Alliance was surprised.

Because when the white-haired old man took action, the others could not feel any warrior aura on him.

So it is impossible to judge whether he is a warrior or not, and he does not know what realm he is.

But if it weren't for a warrior, how could he have the strength to slap the martial master in one slap?

Someone whispered: "How could this old guy who looks like half of his body is buried in the loess have such great strength!"

"What kind of monster is he? A martial master was actually blown away by him!"
Chapter completed!