He knew in his heart that the Lingyun Sect could never go to war with the Qingping Sect. They could not destroy a sect that had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years just for such a thing.
"Grandma Xihua, we are not to blame for his death. If he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke him, how would we have done anything?"
"We are also very sorry for his death, and we will try our best to compensate Guizong."
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With some discussion, Zhang Tiancheng could only try his best to calm Grandma Xihua's anger.
"He took the initiative to stir up trouble?" Granny Xihua couldn't help but sneer: "Do you really think that I don't know the ins and outs of the matter?"
Grandma Xihua knew very well why Chen Feng came to Lingyun Sect.
Her little baby appeared here because Chen Feng asked her to leave before leaving.
Zhang Tiancheng's face looked a little ugly. They also knew the ins and outs of this matter.
It is precisely because of this that they are even more angry.
Now he almost hates Zuo Zongyuan in his heart. He succeeds more than he fails, and he only wants to eat, drink, enjoy and play with women's trash every day.
Not only did they embarrass Lingyun Sect, but now they have caused such a big mess again.
But he is the son of the sect leader, so even if they don't want to take care of him, they have to continue to take care of him.
"Grandma Xihua, this matter is our fault." Zhang Tiancheng finally bowed his head: "As long as you tell us, we will try our best to compensate."
"Moreover, the person is already dead, and if you just hold on to him, what will be the result?"
"Why don't we reach cooperation on this? Isn't this a good thing?"
Zhang Tiancheng straightened his back as much as possible, looked at Grandma Xihua and said, "If you still insist on starting a war, you will not say what I just said."
"My Lingyun Sect, even the Mie Sect, will eat a piece of your Qingping Sect's flesh and blood."
"I want to see what the Qingping Sect, whose vitality is severely damaged, can do to resist other sects."
Zhang Tiancheng sneered, if Granny Xihua is not willing to give them this opportunity, then there is no need to continue the discussion.
Seeing Zhang Tiancheng's tough attitude with a touch of discussion, Granny Xihua couldn't help but laugh.
"You really think highly of your Lingyun Sect." He said and sent out with a slap in the face, and an elder standing on the side flew out directly.
The person spit out blood while in the air. As the person fell to the ground, a large pit five to six meters deep appeared.
The man was lying in the middle of the pit, surrounded by spreading cracks.
"Help..." His mouth moved, but no words came out. His whole face looked painful and his face was pale, as if he was about to die.
"You!" Zhang Tiancheng no longer knew what to say when he saw another elder being slapped away by Granny Xihua.
Grandma Xihua was using her strength to tell them that if they tried to threaten her and threatened her Qingpingmen, this would be the end.
Zhang Tiancheng was a little irritable and restless. If this matter had happened to other disciples, he would have just executed them directly, so as to give the Qingping Sect an explanation.
But Zuo Zongyuan, he couldn't handle it at all.
Their sect leader only had such a precious son, and if he was killed like this, he would not be able to escape death.
But if we don't do this, the entire Lingyun Sect will be destroyed.
The two sides were facing each other like this, with no one willing to bow their heads.
None of them noticed that Chen Feng, who had been judged dead by them, at this moment, the hole opened by the Seven Evil Soul-Destroying Needle on the Tianling Cover was shining with a little light.
Chen Feng, who was in the sea of consciousness, stopped with lingering fear. He looked at the Qisha soul-killing needle in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down tiredly.