Holy Lord Yan Canghai, First Battle General Yan Shaohua, and hundreds of elders were all sitting in the main hall.
The atmosphere inside the house was slightly solemn.
"How should we deal with this matter?"
Yan Canghai glanced at everyone with a serious expression.
"The old useless body actually got the name of White Emperor."
The elders lowered their eyebrows in deep thought, and there was a deep look of horror in their eyes. They still could not accept this fact. Some of the elders sitting in the hall were contemporaries with Jun Qianhua, and they had humiliated Jun Qianhua thousands of years ago.
The sky is high and the earth is high, trying to marry the little princess Yan Shimei.
Currently, Jun Qianhua is wearing a white brocade robe and holding a silver gun, standing above the starry sky with an unparalleled elegance. His figure has been engraved in the depths of people's minds and cannot be forgotten.
Thousands of years ago, how could Qijue Palace have thought that a humble human kid could reach this stage?
"Although Jun Qianhua has gained a great reputation, my Qijue Palace has been inherited for a long time, so there is no need to fawn over."
An inner sect elder expressed his opinion and found it difficult to bow to Jun Qianhua.
"White Emperor is just an honorific title, and he is not a real emperor, so there is nothing to be afraid of."
Those elders who had bullied Jun Qianhua could not let go of their arrogance. From their point of view, Qijue Palace had a profound background. If Jun Qianhua really wanted to take revenge, he would have to think carefully about it.
"That boy Jun Qianhua abducted the little princess. If he really wants to form this marriage with the little princess, he must go to Qijue Palace to propose marriage."
Most people thought so, hoping that Jun Qianhua could lower his head first. In that case, Qijue Palace would have a way to go.
"cough......"
A cough sounded, and everyone suddenly trembled and looked outside the door.
Grand Ancestor Feng Junzhuo is here.
Feng Junzhuo had gray hair, sunken eye sockets, dark skin with many wrinkles, and very poor energy. After the battle in the Red Valley, Feng Junzhuo was infected with the cause and effect of heaven and suffered serious injuries.
Because Feng Junzhuo did not want Qijue Palace to be exposed to heavenly karma, he cut off the connection with Qijue Palace before the war. Therefore, even if Feng Junzhuo returns to Qijue Palace now, he cannot be protected by the original foundation of Qijue Palace.
Life is passing by every moment, and he can't live much longer.
"Ancestor."
Yan Canghai and others immediately stood up and bowed to greet them.
"You are short-sighted." Feng Junzhuo heard everyone's discussion, shook his head in disappointment, and said feebly: "It's already at this time, and you still can't let go of your face. Do you really have to ruin the inheritance of your ancestors before you realize this?
Wrong?"
Everyone did not dare to refute loudly and maintained their salute posture.
"Ancestor, please give me a clear explanation."
Holy Master Yan Canghai was wearing a dark brocade suit, with a solemn look on his face, and said with clasped fists.
"Don't think that the human race is in danger as it is the enemy of the Dao. However, you must understand that the potential of the human race is endless, and it is hard to say what the future will be like."
Feng Junzhuo has lived for a long time, and what he is most worried about is the foundation of Qijue Palace.
Therefore, even if he was seriously injured, Feng Junzhuo did not retreat to recuperate. Instead, he wanted to use the last period of time to lead Qijue Palace to the right path: "Jun Qianhua was able to enter the Tao with a useless body and reach today. None of you are as good as this."
If we don't make good friends with him and these outstanding people, what else do you want?"
"Qi Jue Palace turned Jun Qian Hua away back then, and now he wants to make friends with him. Will it cause laughter from all parties? If Jun Qian Hua loses face, Qi Jue Palace will be even more embarrassed."
A certain elder whispered.
"Absurd!" Feng Junzhuo cursed, his right hand holding the cane trembling slightly, and his body bones looked very weak: "An unprecedented prosperous age is about to come. If Qijue Palace does not make progress, it will eventually be reduced to the long river of history.
A speck of dust. It is extremely stupid behavior to give up all kinds of opportunities just for the sake of bullshit face.”
Everyone was so scolded that they lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word of nonsense.
"Old man voluntarily cuts off the cause and effect with Qi Jue Palace and helps the human race to fight. In your eyes, is Lao Chan very embarrassing? It makes you and Qi Jue Palace unable to hold our heads up, right?"
Feng Junzhuo questioned sternly.
Facing Feng Junzhuo's words, everyone was shocked. Many of the elders knelt on the ground, trembling.
Yan Canghai's body also trembled, and he quickly said: "Ancestor, we have absolutely no such intention."
"You think Qijue Palace has a profound foundation and is not afraid of anything. But you have to understand that one day the foundation will be destroyed. Where will Qijue Palace go from here?"
Feng Junzhuo felt that these people lived too comfortably and had never really experienced big winds and waves.
"Only when you are prepared for danger in times of peace can the Qijue Palace be immortal forever." Feng Junzhuo continued: "Now is the early stage of the prosperous age, and everything is possible. When the prosperous times turn into troubled times, if the Qijue Palace does not have someone to carry the cauldron, it will be destroyed by the times.
The tide is drowning.”
"I'll understand later."
A cold sweat broke out on Yan Canghai's back, and he did not dare to question Feng Junzhuo's words.
You must know that Feng Junzhuo is the Dinghai Divine Needle of Qijue Palace. Tens of thousands of years ago, Qijue Palace was on the verge of collapse, but it was Feng Junzhuo who carried it up, and this is why Qijue Palace is now prosperous.
"Shaohua, go and bring that girl Shimei back."
Feng Junzhuo must personally take over the affairs of Qijue Palace, and no one can object.
Those elders and future generations who cannot understand what Feng Junzhuo is doing today will definitely understand one day in the future.
"Ancestor, what if Shimei refuses to come back? Besides, Jun Qianhua may not let her go."
Yan Shaohua wore armor and bowed.
"Tell the little girl, I will personally sit in the Qijue Palace and marry her."
After Feng Junzhuo said these words, he couldn't help coughing, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Ancestor, are you okay?"
Everyone was worried and quickly looked up at Feng Junzhuo and asked with concern.
If the peak of Feng Junzhuo collapses, it will be a disaster for Qi Jue Palace.
"You can't die yet." Feng Junzhuo said perfunctorily to everyone, hit Yan Shaohua with the crutch in his hand, and said sternly: "Why are you still standing there, go quickly!"
"Yes!" Yan Shaohua hurried out, not daring to waste time.
In the eyes of outsiders, Yan Shaohua is the number one general in the Qijue Palace, with a distinguished reputation and extraordinary power. However, in Feng Junzhuo's eyes, Yan Shaohua is just a brat, and it is his blessing to beat him.
After all, not everyone is qualified to be taught by Feng Junzhuo.
Yan Shaohua activated the large teleportation arrays in various places and passed through the starry sky storm in the ancient world and the Great World of Kyushu. In just half a month, Yan Shaohua had arrived in the Great World of Kyushu.
Relying on the unique secret skills of Qijue Palace, Yan Shaohua used blood as a guide and quickly found the whereabouts of Mei Gu, located in a corner of Xuanyu State.