When the word filial piety was mentioned, Zheng Qian was not embarrassed at all.

In Nanhong, there are many forces that want to surrender but are not qualified.

The Seven Sects will almost always protect those forces that have been cultivated by themselves to avoid being interfered by demons trying to fish in troubled waters.

"You have to go and see the specific situation to know the specific situation."

"But I have to remind you that this matter represents the face of the Seven Sects. If the situation is not right, we should try not to intervene. It is better not to do anything than to make a mistake."

"Understood."

Shen Yi felt like she was dreaming of returning to Boyun County.

After going round and round for a long time, I finally started to collect my share of the money, which is considered my old profession.

…

Nan Hong, Chen Jia.

In the majestic main hall, there is an empty coffin.

There were people from the tribe standing around, all wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning.

They gathered around a young man with a withered face, silently looking out the door.

I only saw outside the palace.

A straight figure stood with hands behind his back, his face was similar to that of the withered young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were all shining, and the jade trees stood in the wind, and his appearance was unrestrained and suave.

"Dad's coffin hasn't been buried yet, are you so anxious?"

The withered young man was the eldest son of the Chen family. There was a fierce look in his eyes, his palms opened and closed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was vaguely rioting.

When the clan leader dies, the funeral will be held before he ascends to the throne.

However, this empty coffin has been blocked in the main hall by his brother for a whole month.

The losses were heavy. Seven clan elders on the fourth level of Void Return alone were seriously injured, and two of them died because the opponent's ruthless attacks made the medicine useless.

"Do I look anxious?"

The man outside finally turned around and smiled.

He took out a wine jar from the storage treasure, held the mouth of the jar, and raised it towards everyone: "This jar is dedicated to me, Chen Ziqi. I was kicked out of the Chen family by my brother, but I am still alive today."

After saying that, the young man drank it all in one gulp.

He threw the wine jar to the ground and stepped into the palace.

Accompanied by a clicking sound.

All the people wearing sackcloth and mourning took a step back together, with a bit of confusion in their eyes.

Having a son like a dragon is supposed to be a good thing for the revitalization of the family.

But the bad thing is, two dragons were born, and the sick dragon among them chose the most inappropriate time to come back to the house again.

Chen Zilong was left standing alone in front of the coffin, with murderous intent on his haggard face.

"In this forum, I would like to pay tribute to Chen Ziqi. Under such circumstances, he opened up the territory for my Chen family and laid a huge territory. I should be the first to do so."

Chen Ziqi drank another jar of wine.

Wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve.

He walked up to Chen Zilong unhurriedly, took out the last jar of wine and handed it over: "This jar, please respect me and admit that I am more suitable to be the leader of this clan than you."

"otherwise."

Chen Ziqi's voice was gentle as he uttered the last word: "Death."

After saying that, he slowly let go.

Watching the wine jar fall, it was like a death knell.

If he wanted to survive, Chen Zilong could only pick up the wine jar before it fell to the ground.

For monks in the Return to Void Realm, this is not a difficult task.

Many tribesmen wearing sackcloth and mourning seemed to have seen the next scene. They all sighed and made hand gestures.

If the clan leader is still alive, there may still be a chance.

But the other party's death is unclear, so the two of them can only rely on their own methods.

Obviously, Chen Ziqi has demonstrated his strength by being able to block many tribesmen in the hall for a month with his own strength.

But what no one expected was.

For the third time, the sound of the wine jar breaking was heard in the hall.

Chen Zilong looked at the wine splattering all over the ground indifferently, and then his eyes fell on his brother. He closed his eyes, hiding the murderous intention in his eyes, and said softly: "The Chen family doesn't want the place you conquered. How much strength do you have?

The Chen family doesn’t care.”

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll take my single-plank bridge. The Chen family's small temple cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like yours."

"please."

As Chen Zilong spoke, he slowly raised his palm and made a gesture of chasing away guests.

Seeing this response, Chen Ziqi was silent for a moment, and then a smile finally appeared on his lips: "You picked it yourself, don't blame me."

As he spoke, the long robe on his body did not move in the wind.

"This coffin today is just right for burying you."

In an instant, the rippling blue Dao Palace emerged from between his eyebrows, blocking the view outside the hall. It was four stories high and filled with two touches of spiritual energy.

The two-story spiritual palace, even among the seven Nanhong sons, is close to the threshold of becoming a direct descendant.

"I only regret that I didn't kill you with my own hands."

Chen Zilong laughed at himself and suddenly clenched his palms. However, in front of his younger brother, his withered face looked unconvincing no matter how ferocious it was.

"Then I have to thank you."

Chen Ziqi suddenly pinched the magic formula, but just halfway through, he frowned and looked back outside the hall.

In the faint sound of footsteps.

A young man with a handsome face and a black shirt came slowly, followed by four monks with good temperament.

He walked into the hall leisurely, ignoring everyone.

Walked up to the brothers.

"..."

Chen Ziqi instinctively made way for him, and then watched helplessly as the young man passed him, walked up to the main seat, and sat down on the chair that the two brothers had been fighting for for many years.

Shen Yi patted the hem of her clothes gently, leaned on the back of the chair, supported her chin with one hand, and glanced calmly below.

Immediately, his calm voice rang out in the hall: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

Since he is collecting money from members, Shen Yi has quite a lot of experience.

"..."

The other four people stood below and looked at each other quietly.

Zheng Qian withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and said through a message: "Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He is more stable than your father."

Liu Qianyun's eyes were also full of suspicion.

She had seen Shen Yi's gentle side, and also seen his murderous side, but she still didn't expect that he had a temperament that she couldn't guess.

"He used to be the head catcher of Baiyun County...the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou...the inspector of Daqian...the demon king of Thousand Demons Cave..."

Ye Wenxuan sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling like she was signing up for a dish.

Including Yan Wencheng, the remaining three people fell silent at the same time.

Although I have never heard of these forces, the experience sounds really rich, especially the last one, which makes people a little confused.

Is there really a person underneath these names?

"..."

Chen Ziqi stared at the man above him.

I came back to regain my dignity, not to complain to Master Qingtian.

What made him even more dissatisfied was...

The monk who was on the third level of Void Return just now instinctively retreated.

Probably because the few remaining people were wearing Qingyue Sect robes.

The time dragged on for too long, I was too complacent, and the people from Nanhong Seventh Son were still waiting for them.

If you wait until you take over.

I don't mind exchanging pleasantries with these "immortals".
To be continued...