"Young Master Zong Yin, now you have stayed in this low-cost room, so let's open a few more rooms."

Seeing that the two rooms were occupied by Zong Yin and others, he and others disappeared, so Master Chen Fa planned to open a few more rooms.

Seeing the actions of Chen Fa and others, Zong Yin immediately turned a little darker, and he shouted at them angrily, saying, "You guys still want to stay in a guest room? Repair the formation immediately, and then get out of here and go to bed on the streets one by one."

Now when it comes to guest rooms, Zong Yin’s heart is infuriated.

He had already settled in the guest room himself, but Chen Fa and others wanted to stay in the guest room, so it would be nice if they didn't let them sleep in the garbage dump.

If it weren't for Chen Fa and others, would he end up in such a mess?

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Looking at Zong Yin who was angry in front of him, although Chen Fa and others were dissatisfied, they did not dare to show it.

There is no way, who has let them be controlled by others, and they have to do things according to Zong Yin's expression.

Seeing that Chen Fa and others began to repair the formation, Zong Yin ignored them and returned to the room in anger.

When repairing the formation, Chen Fa and others were feeling like they had eaten dead flies.

If they had known this would happen, they would have to repair the formation again, so they would not have broken it.

When Zong Yin and others were depressed, Mo Qingyun and Grandma Longshe came to Han Wenyu's guest room together.

"Little guy, I heard Wenyu say before that you have two friends who look exactly the same as her."

When he arrived at Han Wenyu's guest room, Grandma Longshe didn't beat around the bush and asked Mo Qingyun directly.

Hearing the words of Grandma Longshe, Mo Qingyun did not hide it, nodded and admitted, "Yes, my two friends do look the same as Miss Han. When my cultivation was still low, one of my friends was taken away by the Qianhuan clan. I suspect that Miss Han, like my two friends, are the clones of a strong man in the Qianhuan clan."

Mo Qingyun believes that with his identity and experience as the Dragon and Snake Grandma, he should be able to guess this possibility.

Therefore, there is no need for him to hide anything in front of Grandma Longshe.

"The Qianhuan Clan! It's them!"

Hearing Mo Qingyun's story, the expression of the Dragon and Snake Grandma trembled, as if she expected that it would be the result.

When Han Wenyu noticed the change in his expression of the Dragon and Snake Grandma, he looked puzzled and asked unconsciously: "Grandma, is the Qianhuan Clan you mentioned the Qianhuan Clan ranked 72nd on the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List?"

“It can be said yes, or it can be said not.”

Grandma Longshe answered the question with dysfunction, then she shook her head and said with a heavy expression: "The ancient 1000 races that you know are only listed in some familiar races. In fact, there are many powerful and mysterious races in the wild continent, and they are not included in this ancient 1000 races."

Mo Qingyun expressed his strong agreement with Grandma Longshe's words.

For example, the powerful and heaven-defying Dark Demon Clan is not on the list of the ancient races.

Since there is the special case of the Dark Demon Clan, it is naturally impossible to guarantee whether other special cases will appear.

"Isn't this very normal? It's not included in the Ancient Ten Thousand Races list, which means that they are not strong enough."

When Han Wenyu heard the words of Grandma Longshe, he instinctively understood this and did not think about something deeper.

Grandma Longshe smiled faintly about Han Wenyu's words and did not argue with her.

Grandma Longshe looked at Mo Qingyun and asked, "Little guy, can you call out your friend and let the old man meet her?"

"Can!"

Mo Qingyun nodded in agreement with Grandma Longshe's request.

He knew that Grandma Longshe had no malice to him, otherwise she would not have spoken in this way.

More importantly, with the powerful cultivation of the Dragon and Snake Grandma, Mo Qingyun had no ability to resist at all.

In this way, what's the difference between him agreeing or not? It's better to cooperate with him.

Soon, Murong Qingyou was moved out of the five small towers by Mo Qingyun and appeared in front of Grandma Longshe.

As Murong Qingyou appeared, Grandma Longshe sighed immediately, and her expression became heavier.

Judging from the current situation, most of her guesses have already been answered.

If nothing unexpected happens, Han Wenyu and Mo Qingyun’s two friends are both clones of a powerful person in the Qianhuan clan.

Seeing the grandmother Longsnake with a solemn expression, Mo Qingyun hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "Senior, you just said that the Qianhuan Clan is on the Ancient Ten Thousand Clan and is not on the Ancient Ten Thousand Clan. What does this mean? Is there any hidden truth in the Qianhuan Clan?"

Grandma Longshe seemed to have expected that Mo Qingyun would definitely ask this question. He heard this without being surprised and said lightly: "Actually, the Qianhuan Clan on the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List is just their foreign race, and the strength of their inner race is far beyond what you can imagine."

"Is it even divided into internal and foreign tribes?"

Hearing the words of Grandma Longshe, Mo Qingyun was immediately shocked, surprised by the news, and said in secret: "The strength of the foreign race alone can rank 72nd on the ancient ten thousand races. If it were an inner race, wouldn't it be even more terrifying?"

"If Wen Yu and his master are just foreign tribes of the Qianhuan clan, it will be easier to deal with. If they are internal tribes, it will be troublesome."

Grandma Longshe showed a distressed expression on her face, thinking about how to resolve Han Wenyu's affairs.

Because according to her judgment, the internal strength of the Qianhuan Clan is definitely not weaker than the top five in the ancient ten thousand races list.

More importantly, the practice methods of internal and external tribes are different, resulting in the ending of the clone in the future.

"Senior, I wonder what is the obvious difference between the foreign and internal tribes of the Qianhuan clan?"

In Mo Qingyun's opinion, if it were just a difference in strength, Grandma Longshe would not be so distressed.

Hearing Mo Qingyun's questioning, Grandma Longshe pondered for a moment and explained: "In the world's cognition, the Qianhuan Clan can cultivate countless identities, but what everyone doesn't know is that these clones are also very different."

Grandma Longshe paused for a moment, calmed down her excitement, and said: "The condensed identity of the foreign tribes of Qianhuan clan is just a clone they condensed, and the preciousness is only a little higher than that of ordinary clans."

"But the clones of the tribes of the Qianhuan clan are completely different. Every clone they gather is a clone of reincarnation that has experienced a lifetime of reincarnation. At that time, they will merge with the deity and become one."

"There is such a difference!"

After listening to the story of Grandma Longshe, Mo Qingyun frowned and his mood immediately became heavier.

This is also the result he least wants to see.

Mo Qingyun had long felt an unknown feeling, worried that one day, Long Hanyan and his girls would be merged into his deity.

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