The uncle of the Shanhai Gang is not as tall as that, his gray beard is a little messy, and his clothes look a little old, which can be regarded as unkempt.

Such an ordinary old man would not attract anyone's attention if he was seen in ordinary times.

But now, the old man has attracted everyone's attention.

The spear in Huan Chang's hand was holding it in the air, and it was not too late to land. After seeing the old man, his pupils couldn't help but suddenly shrink.

In this old man with white hair and beard, Huan Chang could not feel any fluctuations in his true energy, and the other party seemed to be an ordinary person who knew no martial arts.

However, the sudden appearance of the old man and his long sigh showed that this person was not an ordinary person, but an unfathomable warrior.

With Huan Chang's current strength, even those warriors at the peak of their homes could not hide it from him.

Then there is only one possibility. The old man with white hair and beard in front of him is a real warrior who has surpassed the realm of entering the room.

Huan Chang silently put away his spear, his muscles tightly, his eyes staring at the old man, not daring to slacken at all.

The Song Renjun behind Huan Chang and the 800 cavalry dispatched by the magistrate of Shanyang County seemed to feel the solemn atmosphere and were all focused and alert.

"Minister Uncle!"

The exclamation of the disciples of Shanhai Gang reached Huan Chang's ears, and Huan Chang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"It's him, it's him!"

Huan Chang's heart was beating violently, the solemn color in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he also felt relieved.

Although Huan Chang had not long been in Shanyang County, he had already known about the top combat power of the Shanhai Gang.

Apart from the two powerful men in the Transcendent Realm, the Shanhai Gang is the old man in front of him, and how high is that even the relevant departments in charge of the intelligence of the State of Song have not figured it out.

However, Huan Chang heard some time ago that Shanhai Gang led his masters to occupy the land to block the progress of the 30,000 Song troops.

To this day, the 30,000 Song troops have not been able to cross the canyon and can only set up camp outside, but they have no choice but to do anything.

If we only rely on the so-called masters of the Shanhai Gang, Huan Chang would not believe that the other party could block the 30,000 troops of the Song State.

"I really didn't expect that I would lose so quickly and so thoroughly."

The uncle looked at the unconscious leader of the Shanhai Gang and the few disciples left, and the sadness in his eyes became even stronger.

The uncle was originally a erotic person. Although he was very old, he sometimes looked like a child and could get along well with his junior disciples.

Among the remaining disciples of Shanhai Gang in front of him, at least half of the junior uncles could call out their names, and the rest felt familiar.

It can be said that even the leader of the Shanhai Gang could not be as familiar with his disciples as his junior master.

"laugh!"

The uncle of the junior master slowly walked to the unconscious Shanhai Gang sect leader, stretched out his finger and pointed it on the other party's head. A soft white light suddenly poured into the body of the Shanhai Gang sect leader.

“Um…”

Not long after, the leader of the Shanhai Gang had woken up, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Little, uncle!"

The moment I saw the uncle, the leader of Shanhai Gang couldn't help but rub his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

But soon, the leader of the Shanhai Gang reacted and hurriedly shouted: "I'll ask uncle to take action and save my Shanhai Gang!"

Seeing this, the other disciples fell to the ground and shouted: "I would like to ask the uncle of the junior master to take action to avenge the dead uncle, uncle, brother, and brother!"

Many disciples had strong hatred in their eyes.

"Oh, when will the revenge be repaid?"

"Our sect should have lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, focusing only on exploring the ultimate in martial arts, rather than competing with the vassal states for cities and territory."

"I objected to the sect leader when he decided to form an army, but many people in the sect agreed, so I couldn't say anything."

"How could there be a disaster today without the ambitions of the past?"

Speaking of this, the uncle sighed deeply.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Shanhai Gang and many disciples showed a look of astonishment on their faces.

They did not expect that when the sect was facing a crisis of destruction, the uncle of the junior master did not think of killing the enemy with his powerful martial arts and avenging his dead disciples. Instead, they blamed the sect leader for being too ambitious and causing trouble for the sect.

Huan Chang, who was concentrating on his mind, also heard the words of his uncle, and his eyes showed admiration.

Before Huan Chang broke into the world, he only knew that the Jiuzhou Sect was the enemy of Shujian Pavilion.

Due to the past grudges between Shujiange and the Jiuzhou Sect, Huan Chang was somewhat prejudiced against the major sects.

However, while walking around the world, Huan Chang met many friends, Luo Yun, Qingdeng, Zuo Qingcheng, Chengtianze, Ning Qingwu, and even Bu Jingyun from Mingjian Villa.

These people are all amazing people and have their own unique personalities. Even Bu Jingyun, who is the enemy, Huan Chang has a good impression of this person.

These people are all disciples of the sect. Except for Bu Jingyun, they are almost all friends Huan Changzhi made.

In the process of dating these people, Huan often feels confused and doesn't know whether he wants to have a heart-to-heart relationship with them.

It cannot be denied that these people gave Huan Chang a good impression.

So much so that Huan Chang's impression of the sect changed a lot for a long time, but he still had a grudge.

But today, when Huan Chang heard the words of the Shanhai Gang uncle, he suddenly woke up and knew that there was nothing absolute in the world.

Perhaps some sects were domineering and occupied the territories of the princes and made their own efforts. However, there were also hermits and masters who were truly obsessed with martial arts and did not care about the world.

For the vassal states, those sects are undoubtedly cancers, but for those warriors who are obsessed with practicing, no matter what the sect is, they are always their home.

Different beliefs lead to constant conflicts.

If a war breaks out between the vassal states and sects, those warriors who concentrate on practicing and do not care about the world will be involved in the struggle even if they are unwilling to do so.

"If you are in the world, you can't help yourself."

Huan Chang sighed in his heart, and suddenly thought that the Songshan Sect was within the territory of the Song State. If the Song State clashed with the Songshan Sect in the future, he would not know how to face Zuo Qingcheng.

On one side is his own country and something he must protect, but on the other side is a friend of life and death.

"Maybe at that time, even if we don't want to go to the opposite side, we will fight to the death on the battlefield."

For some reason, when Huan Chang thought that one day he might face Zuo Qingcheng, he suddenly felt a little cramped in his heart.

Until today, he still remembers the scene where the man who looked like a banished immortal stood beside him without hesitation in the face of many powerful enemies.

"If there really is that day, how should I face it?"

Huan Chang was so sad.
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