He knew in his heart that Lingyun Sect could never start a war with Qingping Sect. They could not destroy the sect that had been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years for such a thing.
"Grandma Xihua, we can't blame us for his death. If he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke, how could we do it?"
"We are also sorry for his death. We will try our best to compensate you."
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Zhang Tiancheng had some discussions, and now he could only try his best to calm Grandma Xihua's anger.
"He took the initiative to provoke trouble?" Grandma Xihua couldn't help but sneer: "You really think that I don't know the whole story."
Grandma Xihua knew very well why Chen Feng came to Lingyun Sect.
Her little baby appeared here, and Chen Feng asked her before leaving.
Zhang Tiancheng's face looked a little ugly, and they also knew the whole story of this matter.
It is precisely because of this that they become even more angry.
Now he almost hated Zuo Zongyuan, who was not enough to succeed and did not have enough trouble. He just had to eat, drink, enjoy and play with women every day.
Not only did they embarrass them, but now they have caused such a big mess.
But he is the son of the sect leader, and even if they don’t want to, they have to continue to manage it.
"Grandma Xihua, this is our fault." Zhang Tiancheng bowed his head after all: "As long as you say, we will try our best to compensate."
"Besides, the person is dead, and you can hold on to it, what kind of results will you have?"
"Why not reach a cooperation on this, isn't that a good thing?"
Zhang Tiancheng straightened his back as straight as possible, looked at Grandma Xihua and said, "If you still insist on starting a war, I didn't say anything when I just said it."
"My Lingyun Sect, even if I destroy the sect, will also chew off a piece of flesh and blood in your Qingping Sect."
"I'm going to see what Qingping Sect, whose vitality is severely damaged, can use to resist other sects."
Zhang Tiancheng sneered. If Grandma Xihua was unwilling to give them this opportunity, there would be no need to continue discussing.
Looking at Zhang Tiancheng who was tough and had a hint of negotiation, Grandma Xihua couldn't help but smile.
"You really respect your Lingyun Sect." As he said that, he slapped him out and an elder standing on the side flew out directly.
The person spewed out blood in the air. As the person fell to the ground, a large pit five or six meters deep appeared.
The man was lying in the middle of the big pit, surrounded by spreading cracks.
"Save..." He moved his mouth, but he didn't say a word. His whole body looked painful and his face pale. He was almost out of reach.
"You!" Looking at another elder who was shot by Grandma Xihua, Zhang Tiancheng no longer knew what to say.
Grandma Xihua is telling them with her strength, and she wants to threaten her and threaten her with Qingping Sect. This is the end.
Zhang Tiancheng was a little irritable and uneasy. If other disciples were to execute this matter directly, he would just give Qingping Sect an explanation.
But Zuo Zongyuan could not handle it.
Their sect leader is just a precious son. If he was killed by him, he would not be able to escape death.
If you don’t do this, the entire Lingyun Sect will be done with you.
The two sides confronted each other, and no one wanted to bow their heads.
None of them noticed that Chen Feng, who had been judged to be dead by them, was shining with a little light on the cover of the Tianling Spirit.
Chen Feng in the sea of consciousness stopped with lingering fear, looked at the Seven Evil Soul-Destroying Needle in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with some fatigue.