Tianqin Road.

The white-haired old man was still lying on the rocking chair, but his expression was no longer as calm as before. His frown was flickering, and his eyes were filled with indifference.

There were two old men sitting in front of him, both of whom were cold-faced and murderous intent was contained between his eyebrows.

None of the three of them spoke, the room was quiet, only hanging above the wall, a huge pendulum bell ticking.

"Old boy, Yang Hang Yong is becoming more and more unscrupulous." After a while, the flat-headed old man raised his head and spoke with a bad expression.

The white-haired old man was sitting in a wheelchair, tapping his right index finger gently on the back of his left hand, frowned without making a sound.

"Old Qin, tell me." Li Xiangyong saw that the old man with white hair did not speak, turned his head and looked beside him with a ugly face. His white hair was draped over his shoulders, and his face looked like a middle-aged man, and he said with a handsome and unruly old man.

Qin Xiaoyun was hitting the folding fan in his hand, frowned, and looked thoughtful. Even his thoughtful look could not hide his chic attitude.

"You guys, hum!" Li Xiangyong saw that neither of them spoke, so he hummed in anger and did not say anything else.

Qin Xiaoyun didn't look at Li Xiangyong either. He thought for a while, then looked at the white-haired old man on the rocking chair and said, "Old boy, I think we must bring Yang Hangyong back. He is getting less and less controlled now."

"What should I do if Changshou Sect do?" The old man with white hair looked up at Qin Xiaoyun. Li Xiangyong was brave but not resourceful, but Qin Xiaoyun was a meticulous person.

"Cut it if necessary." A murderous intent flashed through Qin Xiaoyun's eyes. The Changshou Sect was indeed supported by the National Security Bureau before. They originally wanted to use them to do something that the National Security Bureau did not take action, but they didn't expect that decades have passed, the Changshou Sect has become arrogant and uncontrollable. Especially in the recent massacre movements, they have completely surpassed their bottom line, making them unbearable.

"It cannot be cut off!" Before the white-haired old man could speak, Li Xiangyong spoke urgently.

As soon as he said that the white-haired old man and Qin Xiaoyun both looked at him.

Li Xiangyong's expression changed and he said, "The Changshou Sect is no longer the dozen or twenty people before. If they are to be cut off, the movement will be too great, and we cannot move at this time."

Qin Xiaoyun knew that the Changshou Sect was supported by Li Xiangyong at the beginning. He knew that Li Xiangyong was in great importance to his feelings. He didn't say much when he heard this and looked at the white-haired old man.

"What do you think of?" The white-haired old man looked at Li Xiangyong.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Li Xiangyong gritted his teeth and said, "Kill Yang Hangyong and support others!"

The white-haired old man shook his head, turned his head again, tapped his fingers, and said in a faint voice, "Yang Hangyong has broken through to the third level of the palace level, and it is not so easy to kill."

"Then let's borrow someone else's hand!" Li Xiangyong was anxious. He knew that continuing like this would only prompt the white-haired old man to reach an agreement with Qin Xiaoyun to cut off the Changshou Sect, which he could not accept.

"Who are you borrowing?" Qin Xiaoyun smiled, and the folding umbrella in his hand slowly opened. Their brothers have been so many years, but they like to see Li Xiangyong's eager appearance.

"There is indeed one person." Li Xiangyong did not speak, but the old man with white hair had already spoken. He tilted his head slightly, and a look of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Oh?" Qin Xiaoyun looked at the white-haired old man with a slightly strange expression. They were all on Tianqin Road, but they didn't know who could be so easy to call and be sure to kill the supreme master at the third level of the palace level.

Li Xiangyong ignored this and looked at the white-haired old man and said, "Old Tong, who are you talking about? I'll go and invite him."

"You may not be invited." The old man with white hair suddenly smiled and said, "I will deal with this matter. You should stare at Xiao Banshan."

When the two saw the old man with white hair, they didn't ask, and nodded and said, "Okay."

The east of the capital city, Changshou Mountain.

In a hall, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a cold face was almost engraved with ambitious middle-aged man sitting in the main seat, touching a round bead in his hand, looking at the door with a full of passion, looking to the west.

Not far away were seven men in black standing, and from the outside, they looked almost the same.

"Sect Master, we have now all the east of the city!" The man in black on the far left clasped his fists and spoke.

"Well," the middle-aged man was the leader of the Changshou Sect. Yang Hang-yong nodded with satisfaction, then narrowed his eyes slightly, as if there was a fire surging, and said, "But who can resist?"

"Yes, but we all killed them!" The second black shadow spoke, his words full of coldness and murderous intent looming.

Yang Hangyong's mouth curled up slightly and said, "It's done well, what's going on in Shishan Gate?"

"No, they retreated when they saw us, and did not get close." The third man in black said. All of them were invisible expressions, and they spoke with cold murderous intent.

"Haha," Yang Hang-yong couldn't help laughing, with a proud look on his face, and said, "This tiger skin is still so easy to use."

After saying that, he suddenly felt aura, and his voice was like thunder, "Let me have a good rest, three days later, we will compete with the Shishan Gate!"

The seven people below immediately trembled all over, and then they said apologetically: "Yes!"

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What happened in the recent day has caused the entire capital to be incredibly chaotic, and various forces have been infighting and annexing, almost every day and every moment. Countless forces of all sizes are mixed in, swaying like duckweed.

If a force is destroyed today, new forces will appear tomorrow. The metabolism of the entire capital is many times faster than before.

Xuejian Gate, inside the main building of the gate.

"Master of the Sect." Zhou Mei, Yang Zhi and Wei Tao rushed over immediately as soon as they heard that Nie Fan had left the customs.

"Sit." Nie Fan nodded calmly. After more than a month of seclusion, he finally found out a little about the Barbarian King's Body Refining Technique and Void Technique.

The three of them sat down opposite Nie Fan, looked at each other, and Zhou Mei said, "Master, you have been in seclusion for a while, and the entire ancient martial arts world has undergone great changes."

Nie Fan had experienced such a thing for a long time, and had expected it. He looked at Zhou Mei and said, "Say." He was not in a hurry. It can be said that it is absolutely safe to stand here in the snow sword gate. There is no need to worry about the war in the capital burning here.

Zhou Mei had a solemn face and kept telling Nie Fan about the past month.

Nie Fan listened, his eyes kept showing a strange look. Although he knew that there would be a big change, he did not expect that it would be such a huge change. While listening, he thoughtful. According to what Zhou Mei said, it is probably that the ancient martial arts world will really undergo irresistible and unprecedented changes.

All kinds of contradictions that have been suppressed by the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance for hundreds of years have erupted suddenly, and who can predict it!

He also remembered that when he saw a figure in Manting enter the sacrificial place before him, he was probably the Barbarian King. Nie Fan thought carefully that the person gave him the feeling that he could only be said to be strange, but he could not see the specific combat power.

The return of Kunlun Sect also made Nie Fan frown slightly. He was not worried about himself and the Xuejian Sect, but just thought of the Kunlun Sect's style. Such a method of acting would definitely be a source of disaster at this time, and he vaguely felt that sooner or later he would face him.

Xiao Banshan remained silent, which made Nie Fan ponder. He didn't know how long this kind of power was passed on, especially there was a strange beast in the foundation-building stage. They were really planning something. I'm afraid that there would be no power in the capital, and even if it was added up, it would not be stopped.

There is also a National Security Bureau that has never been visible and has no water leakage, and the situation in the capital is really unpredictable.

After Zhou Mei finished speaking, no one said anything. Even if she had already known such news, she would still have to carefully distinguish it again.

"Do as Zhou Mei said before." After a long time, Nie Fan spoke.

His meaning is naturally to let the power of Xuejianmen Capital lurk in the first place, not withdraw or expand, and wait for the situation to change.

"By the way, boss, the National Security Bureau sent a invitation." Zhou Mei was about to speak, and suddenly Wei Tao spoke, took out a red hot stamping post from her arms and handed it to Nie Fan.

Nie Fan was slightly stunned. He had known that the National Security Bureau wanted to win him over, but he didn't expect that they would be so anxious. First, Zhao Hanshan came to the door, then a gift, and now a gold-plated invitation. Such behavior seemed too impatient.
Chapter completed!