Yan Zhengming nodded: "Have you said what I asked you to say to him?"

"...I said it," Shuikeng, "Second Brother Fourth asked me to tell you that you should take care of your own affairs."

Yan Zhengming snorted, probably cursing something, looked up at the water puddle still staring at them, then coughed dryly and asked, "What are you looking at, what else do you have?"

This throat seemed to scare the fragile liver of the water pit. She shuddered and without saying a word, she rolled and crawled away... and tripped before leaving.

Han Yuan sat three times on the remnant site of the Tenth Formation, but the crowd still did not discuss a constitution. The demon dragon was like a hot potato. When he was not caught, he wished he could be killed immediately. When he was caught, no one knew what to do with him.

Han Yuan went north from southern Xinjiang, and blood flowed into a river along the way, causing a turbulent catastrophe. It can be said that he was extremely guilty and should be punished for his crimes.

If he could die in the Ten-Planet Formation, the best ending would be. But he would not die, and he would have to be fully qualified and survive without any damage to his cultivation.

This is troublesome.

At present, Fuyao Sect avoided suspicion and refused to speak. The Yan Department made a fuss to this point and had no face to speak. The remaining two powerful people among the Four Saints refused to show up. After sending out, the weight of their speech was always lighter, not to mention that they were severely injured by the traitors from Yan Department and could not take care of themselves for a while.

Tang Zhen has been healing his wounds. The other factions either do not have enough weight or refuse to offend the Fuyao faction because of this. No one dares to stand up and say, "This is the one that deserves to be killed."

The situation is deadlocked.

When Fuyao sent a few people to come out of the stone mustard seeds, he saw Han Yuan, who should have been a prisoner, sitting upright on the ten-sided stage with a look of looking down.

Yan Zhengming waved his way to put away the mustard seeds, and the major sects immediately bet on their eyes. Finally, Liulang came over and asked respectfully: "Senior Tang sent me a question, don't you know where Yan Zhang is?"

Yan Zhengming: "I have been traveling abroad for many years and it's time to go back to the school. I'll go back to the Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't dislike it, I might as well come and live there for a while."

The people who were pricking their ears and eavesdropping immediately whispered to each other. A few years ago, the word "Fuyao" was still not known by the scriptures. After passing through the Locking Xiantai, the matter of Yinshan is now probably unknown, and I don't know anything.

Even the devils in the southern border are rumored that there are strange treasures in Fuyao Mountain, and of course, they are very curious.

Unfortunately, no one has the courage to peek.

This, Liulang asked the second question that was very relevant.

Liulang: "Then congratulations to Yan Zhang, Senior Tang asked me to ask, what is Fuyao's position on the matter of the Demon Dragon?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Zhen not far away, refused to show his verdict, and said, "This matter should have been ruled by the Department, but since they are gone, I think it's better to let Brother Tang notarize it?"

Tang Zhen clasped his fists from afar and said, "I dare not - you have many injuries in the bone transformation array. I think this matter is worse than to suppress it. Let you fix it and report it to all major schools. Next month, we will agree to meet here, so how about we discuss this matter again?"

After saying that, he turned to Han Yuan again and said lightly: "I believe that with Han Zhen as the one, I must be disdainful of swearing back to slaughter and escape with blood on my back."

Han Yuan snorted coldly, and his eyelids didn't raise his eyelids.

There is a strange contrast like the third prince who claims to be the one between the two. If Han Yuan really keeps his promise and locks himself in the ten-sided formation for a month, it will look quite stylish.

Furthermore, Yinshan was at Fuyao's feet. For Fuyao's sake, the major factions would probably really give him a look. Yan Zhengming looked like a mirror, and knew that Tang Zhen seemed fair, but in fact, he let Han Yuan go, so he let him go.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan and said, "I can't die anymore, I deserve this bastard to suffer from the wind, frost and rain for a month."

So he decisively: "Let's go."

At the foot of Yin Mountain, the monks gradually dispersed, and Tang Zhen was invited to go to the former site of Fuyao Mountain with the people of Fuyao Mountain.

Three locks were opened, Yan Zhengming stood at the foot of the mountain and took a deep breath without hesitation. Cheng Qian gently supported his waist when he was not looking.

The stardust changes in the palm seal, and the spiritual consciousnesses of all dynasties overlap, echoing the mountain from afar.

In his early years, he was wandering in the world and did not dare to mention his old place because he was afraid of coveting it. Now he has finally reigned in a state of justice and openness. No more dares to come uninvited, and no more dares to insult and contempt.

Over the past century, Yan Zhengming has been helpless in front of the three mountain seals that seem to never be opened, despaired countless times, and blamed his master countless times. It was not until this that he understood the profound meaning.

If he hadn't thought about it, how could he take on such a profound ancestral foundation?

There was a loud bang, and Fuyao Mountain opened.

For hundreds of years, the mountains are still the same, cranes stand on the branches, jumping around the mountains.

The Fuyao Mountain sign with dragons and phoenixes dancing on the hillside is vaguely visible, and you can still see the Master's hut thatched incompatible with the surroundings.

For a hundred years, the time here seems to be still. Everything seems to have not changed at all. The children they did not take away back then were originally standing on both sides of the mountain, stretching their waists, as if they had just woken up from a short nap, looking at the few boys who left home in shock, almost unable to recognize them.

The mountain sealing was dispersed with the wind, and the frozen time finally started to flow like thawing water.
Chapter completed!