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Chapter Thirteen It's Late

The man who shouted was Qingzhao who was fighting fiercely with Luo Bin. He was entangled by Robin. He never thought that among the few people later, there was a young boy who started to grab jade pieces. Even if he didn't talk about the rules of coming first and coming later, his identity as the largest power in Yuanguang City was enough to discourage those unknown people.

"Go to die!"

Qingzhao's face was extremely cold, and he slashed at Luo Binxu, then, on the side of his body, the big knife in his hand suddenly slashed down, and the huge energy rushed towards the person who rushed into the monument pit.

The sharp sword force, carrying the harsh sound of breaking the wind, slashed the man's neck like lightning. With a click, blood surged out in an instant and splashed around. At the same time, the people present took a breath of air conditioning at the same time, and saw that the man's head covered in blood rolled several feet away on the ground, and then stopped on the largest fragment of the stone tablet.

Luo Bin's face changed and then his eyes narrowed, staring at the monument pit. He knew that Qingzhao would have left some strength when he was fighting with him just now. If Qingzhao used all his strength, he might not be able to withstand Qingzhao's domineering attack.

After protruding out his spiritual consciousness, Luo Bin sensed the remaining energy in the monument pit, and felt more and more horrified. The bright red blood had turned into a strange blood bead under the erosion of the cold air, constantly shining with a light red light. The jade pieces in the monument pit seemed to have exhausted their energy. At this moment, he was quietly lying in the monument pit, without any vitality.

Seeing the condition of the jade piece, Luo Bin couldn't help but sigh and said, "Brother Qing, I'm afraid we're late."

Qingzhao, who was glaring at him, had a sharp murderous aura in his face, and the big knife tightly sucked and emitting a faint light from time to time. Luo Bin's words made him suspicious, looking at the monument pit, and then stretched his palm, and a huge suction force was generated in his palm. The jade piece that was originally buried in the pool of blood appeared in his palm the next moment.

"Show me!" The Qinggong, who was competing for strength, was already attracted by the actions of Qingzhao and the others. He was so energetic that he said to Qingzhao. After taking the jade piece, Qinggong carefully felt the slight energy fluctuation in it, observing it over and over again, and finally said unwillingly: "The good thing was actually destroyed! I gave it to you. Brother Camel!"

"Haha, thank you." Luo Ke took the jade piece and looked at it for a long time. He was as disappointed as celebrating the ceremony. He said, "Without the cold air of Yin, why is it still called Yin Hanyu?" Then he planned to throw it away, but he caught a glimpse of Hong Meng who was lying on the ground. He looked at the grave exposed to the coffin board and said to the patriarch Hong Meng: "I will give you the things from your Hong family!"

Although Hong Meng had escaped from the cold, the palm wind of Qinggong caused him a lot of pain. The palm wind just passed through Hong Meng's chest, causing him to suffer in pain. The internal organs suddenly felt like they were on fire, constantly churning with blood waves. The cold air only gave him static damage, while the palm wind of Qinggong was dynamic. In this way, Hong Meng happened to be in dire straits and heat, constantly eroding his body by water and fire.

Looking at the jade piece that landed in front of him, Hong Meng was still confused. He stretched out his somewhat stiff arm and picked up the jade as big as a leaf. There was still a hint of coldness in the jade, but it was not hurt.

After carefully looking at the jade, the front of the jade was engraved with three small characters "yin Hanyu" and a small couplet on the back:

Yang fire buried bones, yin gold guillotine

"Your ancestors are a bit prescient." Before leaving, Luo Ke said such a sentence for some reason, which made Hong Zheng confused. Although this place is not far from the Hong family's ancestral tomb, it is still a certain distance. If it is the arrangement of the ancestor, it seems that there is a little meaning in the dark.

The people around slowly dispersed from the Lianqing family, leaving only the Hong family members there. Everyone was depressed. When they met the Qing family, no one could do anything about the big forces like the Luo family, so they had to let them show off their power.

"Sooner or later, I will definitely avenge this hatred!" Looking at the broken grave and the broken tombstone, Hong Meng said to himself. In his heart, he had to practice to achieve the great way, but everything that happened now had to face reality, re-establish the goal, and then defeat it.

"Hmph, take good care of your injuries, you." The elder glanced at Hong Meng on the ground with contempt, and then said coldly.

Hong Meng ignored the words of the Great Elder, just looked at the head of the broken monument and the tall Hong family ancestral tomb not far away. He seemed to understand something and said, "No wonder Luo Ke would say that."

"What? What did you see?" Hong Zheng kept paying attention to Hong Meng's physical condition. He was surprised by Hong Meng's perseverance to endure the cold, and even more surprised by the chaotic energy in Hong Meng's body. Unexpectedly, Hong Meng had such courage. He also frowned when he heard Hong Meng's inadvertent words, but he never understood Luo Ke's meaning.

"Look at the back of the jade piece."

Hong Zheng took the jade piece and saw the couplet on the back. Then, under the guidance of Hong Meng's eyes, he discovered the meaning. Although the couplet was predicted very accurately, the jade piece had no value after all, which has to be said to be a pity.

If Hong Meng hadn't absorbed all the cold yin energy into his body, then this piece of jade might not have fallen into his hands. It seems that everything has its roots, and some things, sometimes, can only be based on their feelings.

"Can you still leave?" Hong Zheng put away the jade, then looked at Hong Meng, who had a pale face.

Hong Meng tried to stand up, but as soon as he let go of his hand that was on the ground, he fell down with a thud. Then Hong Meng shook his head helplessly and said, "No, the palm of Qing Gong is too powerful."

"Second Elder, come and carry it on your back." Hong Zheng had no choice but to let Hong Meng go, and he could only start the smallest surgery first.

"This - good," the second elder hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed Hong Meng's arm, but as the palm approached Hong Meng, a stream of white smoke suddenly surged out of Hong Meng's arm and attached to the second elder's palm.

"drink!"

The second elder was in a hurry and was invaded by the cold air and then spread to his entire arm. He was shocked, and the second elder's arm suddenly had mysterious energy spread across his arms, fighting with the cold air. Within a quarter of an hour, the faint cold air had disappeared without a trace.

"So weird!" The second elder said with lingering fear, and then looked at the Great Elder and Hong Zheng with helpless look on his face.

"I didn't expect this kid to have such blessings." The elder was obviously a little angry. Why did a waste get the infinite cold air? But a few people with high martial arts skills got nothing.

"I think so. If you stay here, the elder and I will leave first, and then call two carriages." Hong Zheng thought for a moment, and then told the second elder.

"good."

In the Hong family's convention hall, the patriarch held a jade piece in his hand and said to everyone: "This jade piece was obtained from Hong Yun's tombstone. It should be owned by Hong Meng. What do you think?"

The Great Elder Hong Ju smiled and said, "Since it's useless, so what if you give it to him?"

Hong Zheng nodded and handed the jade piece to Hong Meng who was sitting in the back row. Then he became solemn and said in a deep voice: "Today, as the leader of the clan, I was really ashamed of the position of the clan leader, so I was so ashamed of the position of the clan leader. I am afraid that I can't continue the position of the clan leader anymore."

When the elder and the second elder heard this, they all felt a sudden change in their hearts. The turbid eyes suddenly emitted a strange color that was hard to detect. Then the second elder stood up and said, "Class leader, you can't blame you for what you are doing today. Even if you change to someone else, the same result will probably be the same. You can't just bear such helpless things."

The second elder glanced at the elder intentionally or unintentionally, and then sat back on the chair.

The elder had a strange face, but he was quite calm. When he felt the second elder's glance at him, he thought of his disciples and said, "You have not seen the situation today. We can't beat the Qing family and Luo family, and the gap in strength is too big. The old men of those two families are your grandfather's peers, and their cultivation is unfathomable!"

Hong Meng was very clear about this. Although the injuries on his body had not yet healed, the patriarch ordered people to carry Hong Meng to the conference hall. This was the first time he came to this place. Looking at the disciples of the Hong family around him, he deeply felt that the importance of strength. Without strength, he could only sit in the back row and not be favored.

He had no intention of managing the power struggles in the clan, and no longer listened to them discussing anything. He just asked the clan leader to repair his father's tomb and carve a monument to make his father peaceful.

When he returned to the room, Hong Meng stroked Yin Hanyu, and always felt that it would not be ruined. However, the two old monsters of the Luo family and Qing family did not see any flaws, and generously returned them to them. It seemed that they really didn't find anything.

The crystal jade light is particularly prominent in the dark. Although it is not as bright as the Night Pearl, in Hong Meng's opinion, it is rare for the small jade to emit some light.

Hong Meng's spiritual consciousness swept across the back of Yin Hanyu, and a faint fluctuation seemed to emanate from it. The fluctuation was exactly the same as the cold air in Hong Meng's body. The fluctuations on those guys were a little stronger than those in other places.

A cold air rose slowly under Hong Meng's fingertips, like smoke from the evening, and then penetrated into a few small characters on the back of the jade.

A flash of light, Hong Meng's spiritual consciousness came to a strange place, where cold air was everywhere, like a cold ocean. The cold air was like waves, rolling on the vast ocean, and gushing out of water from time to time.

After Hong Meng's spiritual consciousness was swallowed by the chaotic aura, it was not originally powerful, but was swallowed by the cold aura again, and was decreasing in strides.
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