"Yeah, Huo Feng is dead, Li Ran, are you the eldest brother now?" The visitor raised his eyebrows, looked at Li Ran on purpose, and said sarcastically, "Then after you die, will you hold such a funeral?"

Li Ran's face was stunned and suddenly turned pale. He was not Yan Nantian's nephew, so how could he have such a big face?

Even Huo Feng did not have this qualification. When Yan Nantian said it, he felt it was inappropriate, but Yan Nantian spoke, what dare he say.

"Zhao Lin, please speak with respect!" Li Ran shouted, "What is the crime of insulting the Deputy Pavilion Master? Don't you know!"

"Whatever I said, how dare I insult the Deputy Pavilion Master? If my master knows, I will not scold me to death," Zhao Lin smiled, looking nervous. "My master heard that Huo Feng is dead, so he asked me to come and worship him. I thought that it would be like to pour incense in front of his grave. What's going on?"

He pointed to the white sticks hanging everywhere, and the brothers were wearing mourning clothes. I wonder if he really thought it was Yan Nantian who died.

Li Ran's face was not good-looking. This was indeed not suitable for Hanxing Peak. He was grabbed by someone and had nothing to say.

"This is my Hanxing Peak, and it has nothing to do with your Haixing Peak, right?" Li Ran sneered, "If you come to pay your respects sincerely, then I thank you on behalf of your master. If not... please leave immediately!"

"When did the Hanxing Peak rise above the Xingchen Pavilion? When did the Xingchen Pavilion have such rules? A disciple dies and dares to use such high specifications," Zhao Lin said sarcastically, "Do you want it? Let's go to the Jielu Peak to ask?"

Li Ran's face looked even more ugly. He couldn't even refute him when he was pulled with his braid.

He stretched his face and didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at the proud look on the faces of Zhao Lin and the others, he felt very unhappy, but he had no choice.

"You Hanxing Peak really dares to do something that is unruly. Even if the Lord of Hanxing Peak is here today, I dare to say a few words."

Zhao Lin was not polite at all. If Yan Nan was really not here, he wouldn't dare say it.

He just seized Yan Nantian's retreat, and Li Ran could not support the market at all. Such a good opportunity, if you don't come to mock and suppress it, it would be a waste of opportunity, and Huo Feng would die in vain.

They competed with each other between the eighteen peaks, and they didn't know how many times they had fought in private. As long as they didn't die, they would have nothing to do with each other.

"Since it's not in compliance with the rules, then you can't do this!" Zhao Lin shouted, stared at Li Ran, and sneered, "Everyone can do a favor and help them remove all the funeral sticks! If you don't wait for the brothers from Jielu Peak to come, then this will not be done."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people behind Zhao Lin rushed out, pulled the hanging white strips, and then tore them.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Someone shouted, "You are so disrespectful to the dead!"

"Disrespect?" Zhao Lin's companion sneered, "What's the respect for a dead person? If he is a character, then there are naturally some people respect him, but he is just a disciple. Where did he get his face? He uses such a large specification! This violates the rules of Xingchen Pavilion!"

As he said that, he pushed away the person blocking him and tore off the white strips directly.

The white strips around were quickly pulled off half of them, and the atmosphere became very tense.

Li Ran clenched his fists. He didn't feel worthless for Huo Feng, but felt that this was humiliating the entire Hanxing Peak!

"Zhao Lin!"

Li Ran shouted loudly, and his aura burst out, "You are too much like this! When my master comes out of seclusion, I see how you explain it!"

"Hahahaha, you should be told, right?"

Zhao Lin was not willing to be outdone, and his breath burst out, even better than Li Ran. He squinted his eyes and stared at Li Ran, and said bluntly, "I see you, how can you explain to Jielu Peak!"

Speaking of the precepts peak, Li Ran was silent.

It is indeed difficult to explain them like this. If Yan Nantian had not been in seclusion, then there would be no major matter with him. But now Yan Nantian is in seclusion and recuperating, maybe when he will come out. When the people from the Jielu Peak arrive, they will definitely be punished, and there will be no one to support them.

This bastard Zhao Lin deliberately chose time!

"Wang Fei, Chen Gong, why are you still standing there? You've been torn. I'll go to worship Huo Feng. After all, I've been a rival for so many years."

Zhao Lin smiled and walked up the steps. Seeing Li Ran blocking her, he couldn't help but frown: "Why, I can't even worship my fellow disciples? Are people from Hanxing Peak so small?"

Every sentence in his words involved Han Xingfeng, which made Li Ran tremble in anger, but he didn't dare to refute it.

He could only take two steps away. Zhao Lin snorted, too lazy to look at him. He smiled proudly and walked up. The coffin of Huo Feng was placed there.

Zhao Lin pretended to go aside, took three incense sticks, lit them on the candle, and sighed, "Brother Huofeng, we have been competing with each other for many years, but we have not been able to decide the outcome. Among these eighteen peaks, you are the one I admire the most, but I never thought that God was jealous of the talented people."

He walked to the coffin, pinched the incense, looked over like Huo Feng's brother, with a sad face.

"Since you are leaving, then leave with peace of mind. At least you don't have to see Han Xingfeng suffer humiliation and being trampled under your feet in the future."

Zhao Lin raised a smirk on the corner of his mouth. Looking at Huo Feng in the coffin, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Huo Feng, you can't be afraid that you will lose to me again in this 18 Peaks Competition, so you will commit suicide with hatred! You are the strongest personal disciple of Hanxing Peak!"

"Zhao Lin!"

When Li Ran heard this, his anger rushed to his heart. Zhao Lin was obviously deliberately targeting Han Xing Peak and humiliating the entire Han Xing Peak!

"You're too much!"

Li Ran roared angrily, clenched his fists, and stood there trembling all over. Relying on Yan Nantian's absence, would he really dare to be so presumptuous?

He yelled, but he didn't dare to take action. Zhao Lin ignored it at all, as if Li Ran behind him was like air, a waste.

"I understand you. After losing for so many years, how much pressure is there? Who told you to be born in Hanxing Peak and the nephew of Master Yanfeng? Even if you want to change places, you can't speak."

Zhao Lin's words made Li Ran unable to bear it anymore. Before he could move his feet, a gust of wind suddenly came!

At that moment, it was so blurry that even the figure could not be seen. Zhao Lin felt the wind coming and thought it was Li Ran. He finally had a habit of being brave enough to do something with him, but he never thought that Li Ran was still standing there, but a burst of burning pain was already heard on his face!

"Bang!"

The slap was so powerful that it was as fast as a whirlwind. Zhao Lin didn't react at all. He was slapped and rolled on the ground, just kneeling and aimed at the coffin.

"I won't agree to insult Brother Huofeng!" Su Han looked down at Zhao Lin and shouted, "You kneel down!"
Chapter completed!