The blood in Wanjiang Pavilion was high, and everyone stood alertly, feeling increasingly desolate in their hearts.
Ximen Chen sat at the top and said nothing. He was so angry that he could not speak. Everyone watched Ximen Chen shaking his cheeks, silently weighing the anger in his heart.
In fact, the most shocking thing in my heart was the two parents standing next to Ximen Chen. Ximen Piaofeng, the elder, looked at his son who was still intact, and felt a little relieved. As for the comfort of others, he would not pay attention. It was just that he saw
Among the injured people was another snobbish disciple, who was secretly frightened, fearing that this matter could not be resolved.
The second parent, Ximen Chalong, is not so relaxed. He has not found his son yet. His angry father is by his side, and he does not dare to rashly release his spiritual consciousness to search. At this moment, the last thing he can do is touch his father.
At this moment, he just hoped that nothing would happen to his son.
"Tell me, what's going on?" The calm Ximen Chen finally spoke slowly, and the irresistible majesty in his voice came out without concealment, pressing on the hearts of every disciple.
The eldest grandson of Ximen, who was at the bottom, quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "Hui Clan Chief, today I had a great chat with Brother Jianqu. After the chat, he said that he had recently learned a new sword technique and wanted to learn from it. Halfway through the discussion, Brother Jianqu said
I don’t know why, but I want to stop midway and try to escape from the competition arena. We have been taught by the Kuzo clan leader that you must not retreat when facing the enemy. This is not what a man should do."
In the middle of the sentence, Changsun raised his head and glanced at Ximen Chen secretly. Seeing that he was not angry, he continued: "So, the brothers who were watching did not want Brother Jianqu to leave, and persuaded him to stay and continue the competition before leaving. But Jianqu
The brothers on that side didn't even pay attention, and pulled Jianqu to leave. And... they even had a quarrel with other brothers. Some brothers who couldn't understand Jianqu's style took the initiative to stand up and wanted to help the disciples seek justice.
I originally thought that we were all brothers in the same family, so it would be no big deal. But I didn’t expect that after everyone listened to my persuasion, they became angry and ignored me, and then... then we started fighting."
As he spoke, Ximen's eldest grandson squeezed out a few tears of sadness.
"Chief, it's my fault, please punish your eldest grandson."
Ximen Changsun's move was really clever. He blurred the relationship between the two parties and finally put all the responsibilities on himself. However, the little reflections in his voice were all aimed at Jianqu's side. As long as Ximen Chen was not a fool,
Naturally, we understand who is right and who is wrong.
Ximen Chen remained silent. He was such a smart man. He had already seen many flaws in Chang Sun's seemingly real dialogue. At least, he could tell from the expressions on the faces of the two teams that something was wrong.
This is not the case with development.
Sure enough, some people in the crowd immediately quit.
Ximen Chalong, who had been keeping silent on the side, was suddenly shocked when he heard this voice. In fact, when the eldest grandson was talking just now, he had already expected that it must be his son. However, he did not believe that his son would escape in the face of the battle, and with the eldest grandson's
Kung Fu, if the two of them really had a fair competition, his son would only win but not lose. But when he heard his son's voice, he was shocked, because the son's voice was very weak, clearly the result of an injury.
No matter how cruel a father is, he will never allow his son to be hurt in the hands of the enemy.
The crowd was separated, and two Ximen disciples came forward with a stretcher. On the stretcher was the dying Ximen Jianqu who was covered in blood.
"Qu'er!"
Seeing his son's appearance, Ximen Chalong could no longer control himself. He flew towards his son and held his son's veins with one hand in a very hidden way.
After hearing his son's pulse, Ximen Chalong's face relaxed slightly, but the crying in his mouth became louder.
Ximen Chen frowned and ordered Ximen Chalong to step back and pay attention to his appearance. The disciples in the hall whispered in low voices and discussed everything in front of them in disbelief.
"Shut up."
Ximen Chen finally got angry, and his whole body was full of momentum. The pressure in Wanjiang Pavilion instantly increased. All the disciples closed their mouths and lowered their heads, not daring to look at themselves. Changsun who was kneeling in front staggered, his face turned pale for a while, and he
He has not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, so how can he withstand the pressure of a master like Ximen Chen? The sword bend after the injury was even more unbearable, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The hall suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing. Ximen Chen looked at the people below, snorted coldly, and withdrew his pressure.
It was like the mountain that was pressing on their shoulders suddenly disappeared. The legs of the disciples with less skill were weak and they all fell down unbearably.
Ximen Chen stared coldly at Jianqu on the stretcher and asked: "Are you Ximen Jianqu?"
"Chief Hui, I am Jianqu."
In the Ximen family, there is a no-becoming rule. In public places, everyone must call people according to their rank, even if they are direct relatives, they must abide by it. Just like the current Jianqu, you cannot call yourself grandpa when you call Ximen Chen.
, can only be replaced by the clan leader.
"Tell me what happened."
Jianqu lowered his head, knowing that he could not lie to his grandfather at this moment. After thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth.
"Hui Patriarch, what happened is this..."
At that moment, Jianqu told the whole story of what happened on Ma'an Mountain. Except for omitting Changsun's hint about himself and Ximen Feng, every other detail was explained very clearly, especially Changsun suddenly had a strong protective power.
The spiritual weapon, and his three strange men.
After listening to Jianqu's report, the hall fell into silence again. Ximen Chen scanned the hall with his eyes. Among the wounded, although it was not obvious, Ximen Chen could still see some clues. The crowd was faintly divided into two groups.
The team looked at each other angrily. Looking back at the two sons standing next to them, they understood something.
"Oh~~~~ It's gone, it's all gone." Ximen Chen waved his big hand, his emotions today were all chaotic and there was no fun at all.
"Chief Hui, this disciple has something to report." Changsun gritted his teeth and stood up.
Ximen Chen looked at his grandson with some surprise. It is understood that this Ximen's eldest grandson is Siyu's brother. "Oh! Do you have anything else to say?"
Ximen Chen thought for a while and shouted away all the disciples. After a while, only three parents and Ximen's eldest grandson were left in Wanjiang Pavilion.
"Okay, you can talk now."
"Yes, what this disciple wants to report is... the... relationship between Brother Jianqu and Sister Ximen Feng."
Ximen Xi, the head of the three families on the side, stood up with glaring eyebrows, pointed at his eldest grandson and said, "Boy, tell me clearly, what happened to my Feng'er and Jianqu?"
"The three parents calm down. I woke up from meditation the night before yesterday and wanted to walk around the country and admire the stars and the moon. Unexpectedly, I saw Brother Jianqu sneaking into Sister Ximen Feng's private courtyard. Out of curiosity, I followed him. , but saw...saw..."
Speaking of this, Changsun deliberately procrastinated and refused to elaborate.
"What did you see? You should tell me quickly." Ximen Xi has always had a bad temper. Hearing the words about his beloved daughter, he naturally couldn't let it go.
"Clan leader, please forgive this disciple for speaking out."
Ximen Chen nodded, "It doesn't matter if you say so."
"I saw that Brother Jianqu and Sister Feng have already performed...the rite of passage."
"What?"
This time, it was not just Ximen Li who screamed out in surprise, but also Ximen Chen and Ximen Chalong.
The weight of Changsun's words was too heavy. Ximenchen waved to him, and Changsun very smartly took the huge red painted wooden door of Wanjiang Pavilion with him.
In the main hall, only Ximen Chen and his three sons were left, and the atmosphere became very tense for a while.
"Lao San, you go first to comfort the injured disciples and give them some medicine. Go ahead."
Ximen Xi did not speak, just lowered his head and waved his hand to his old father and walked out.
After Ximen Li walked out of Wanjiang Pavilion, Ximen Chen suddenly waved his hands, "Pah, pah."
Two ear-piercing sounds resounded in the hall, and a five-fingerprint appeared on the faces of Ximen Piaofeng and Ximen Chalong.