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Luo Fenghua? !

Li Wuxin asked Luo Fenghua? !

It’s not Gu Yueye… it’s… it’s…

Looking back one after another, no one was moving, but they immediately cleared a path, because almost all the people from the sect were turning their heads to look at Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi in the corner.

"It's Confucianism Sect!"

No need to whisper this time. Someone yelled.

"How shameless!"

"Just talk about how the Confucianism Sect's swordsmanship has suddenly advanced so much in the past few decades, and even has the legacy of the Sword Master! What a beast!"

"Back then, the Lingshan Conference gave Nangong Si the third place! Stolen swordsmanship, what kind of skill is it!"

"How disgusting!!"

Nangong Si stood there with a blank expression. Of course he didn't know about these evil scandals of the Confucian Feng Sect. The evils caused by his father and ancestors should have fallen on the seventy-two cities of the Confucian Feng Sect, but now they are all blamed on him. Someone will carry it.

He did not run away, nor did he say a word. He just stood silently with a gray face.

Ye Wangxi wanted to hold his hand, but Nangong Si took his hand away quietly, and he stood in front of Ye Wangxi.

"He actually has the nerve to come..."

"His father is such a beast, what do you think his son can be?"

The people in Bitanzhuang were the most indignant and shouted at them: "Go away! Aren't you going to go away?!"

"There is no Confucianism sect among the ten sects! What are you doing standing here! Get out!"

"You bitch man and woman, shameless!"

There were loud voices all around, spitting and cursing, and there was such clear hatred on every face.

Suddenly, someone rushed over, his green clothes tumbling. He was a disciple of Bitan Village. The man grabbed Nangong Si by the collar. Ye Wangxi immediately said: "Si!"

However, Nangong Si only pushed her away in the flash of lightning, and then was pushed to the ground by the disciple of Bitanzhuang. His fists fell like raindrops, hitting his face, chest, ribs, and abdomen, punch after punch without any movement. He is powerful, but his punches are dull, ferocious, and crazy.

At this time, there was suddenly another cold voice, sternly saying: "Stop."

A heavy punch hit Nangong Si's handsome face without stopping. Nangong Si suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood. His hair was messed up and he lay on the ground covered in mud.

The angry disciple tried to swing his fist again, but his arm was pinched.

He looked back angrily and howled: "Beast! I don't want you——"

The words did not speak.

Because the person standing in front of him is the number one master in the world, Chu Wanning.

"stop."

Chu Wanning's eyes were like cold springs, looking down at him. The expression on his face was indescribable. It seemed that he had many emotions, but also seemed to have nothing at all.

He just held the boy's arm tightly, pursed his lips, and said after a while: "Stop fighting."

Nangong Si coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground. Ye Wangxi hurriedly tried to help him, but he waved him away: "Don't worry about me. I should bear the responsibility of the Rufeng Sect on my father's behalf."

The young man became even more angry when he heard the sound. He struggled to get rid of Chu Wanning's hand and wanted to fight.

Chu nightning's sword eyebrows stood up: "Stop fighting!"

"Don't worry about it! You are a person at the top of life and death, it is not your turn to control this matter!" The young man also went crazy and yelled at Chu Wanning, "Why do they treat my master like this? Why?! Why? Why are you doing this to Bitanzhuang?! Bitanzhuang has been pretending to be a fool for the Confucianism Sect for many years!! Why...why?!"

he howled.

Behind him was Li Wuxin moaning and pleading.

Li Wuxin was still pleading to Nangong Liu, who actually didn't exist in his consciousness: "Luo Fenghua said he was willing to exchange the sword manual for mine... but he didn't know where he was placed... you promised me... the master ...You promised me..."

"I'm seventy-nine this year, and I don't have a few more years to live. I haven't cultivated enough in this life. Maybe I won't be able to turn my corpse into an immortal, and I won't be able to see my master... But the only thing he asked me to do, I can't do. It can't be done." Every word Li Wuxin said was like a blood clot dug out of his throat, and he was also wailing, "I can't do it, Master... give it back to me... the things from Bitan Village... …Give it back to me…”

"please……"

The disciples of Bitanzhuang are trembling, and Chu Wanning's hands are also trembling slightly.

There were tears, hatred, and confusion in the young man's eyes.

But he couldn't get away, and in the end he spat on Allen Chu's cheek. He said: "All masters are beasts."

"Master!"

"Ink Ran, just stand still and don't come over."

Chu nightning let go of the young man's hand, and the young man was free. He immediately went to beat Nangong Si, who was already covered with bruises. Unexpectedly, a golden light fell, and the Haitang barrier opened, holding Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi tightly. Protect it.

Chu Wanning was originally half-kneeling on the ground. At this moment, he slowly stood up and looked at the blurry and lively faces.

At the end of one end of the crowd was him, and at the other end was Li Wuxin, who was filled with blood and tears.

Li Wuxin's old voice came, like the branches in winter, their roots piercing the sky: "Can't 5.5 billion..."

In his dream, the old man was still trying to bargain with Nangong Liu.

Humble to death.

Very humble.

He is so humble that his old face has turned into sand.

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