These people are all wearing casual clothes.

But the terrible aura was not hidden, as if it was to deliberately let them see it.

"Damn it, why is this happening? What is this Jiang Meng's identity?

Why did the garrison protect her?"

Murong Feng is really having a headache.

He was really afraid that Murong Longxiao would launch an attack at all costs.

In that case, everything is over.

Not only do they want to finish, but also Jinyumen.

Helplessly, they had no choice but to leave.

Return to Jiang's family.

At this time, Murong Longxiao sat there with a gloomy face.

There was also a letter on the table.

And a box.

"Look at it."

Murong Longxiao said coldly.

Murong Feng and others opened the letter and read it.

The content in the letter is very simple.

On the day of the funeral, destroy Jinyumen!

The signature is Xiao Chen.

They opened the box again and were startled.

Blood was pouring in the box.

"This Xiao Chen is so brave. He killed our spies and killers who were lying in the dark.

This is here to threaten us.”

Murong Longxiao snorted coldly.

"Master of the Sect, we will destroy Xiao Chen."

Jiang Meng and the others can't destroy them, they can always destroy Xiao Chen.

"No, didn't he say he would arrive in two days? I want to see how he destroyed my Jinyu Sect."

Murong Longxiao sneered: "I haven't seen such an arrogant young man for a long time."

...

Two days later, Murong Jun’s funeral date.

The seventy-two halls of Jinyumen sent experts to participate.

Each of the seventy-two masters is no worse than the silver-robed elder.

This is the foundation of Jinyumen.

The power of Jinyumen.

Force alone can suppress everything.

Today, all the disciples of Jinyumen wear mourning clothes.

Saw off for Murong Jun.

Because Murong Jun is their young master.

Behind the mourning hall is Murong Jun’s ice coffin.

The King of Hell and others knelt there in handcuffs and shackles.

It's been two days since this happened.

Later, they will be buried with Murong Jun.

The Jiang family cried in pain.

They don't want to die.

"The first Jinyumen Hall brings a great gift, respectfully sending Young Master Murong!"

"The Second Hall of Jinyumen..."

"The Third Hall of Jinyumen..."

...

There were hundreds of people coming to each of the seventy-two halls, all of whom were masters, and those who were under the Tongmai period were not qualified to attend the funeral.

Moreover, they all brought great gifts.

To show respect to the sect leader and the young master.

"The representative of the Northeast World Association is here to see the young master of Jinyumen for a trip!

The leader of Murong Sect is mourning!"

"The representative of the Bagua Sect in Jincheng is here to send the young master of Jinyu Sect for a journey!

The leader of Murong Sect is mourning!"

"The representative of the Du family in the provincial capital came to see the young master of Jinyumen for a trip.

The leader of Murong Sect is mourning!"

...

Not only the people from Jinyumen.

Anyone who is from the world and who has something to do with Jinyumen will basically come to attend the funeral.

Various sects and martial arts families.

It's just a gathering.

Some people want to come, but they don’t even have the qualifications to enter.

I just came to give gifts and left.

After all, Jinyumen is too strong.

So there are many people who want to curry favor with them.

It would be great to be able to keep your own sect and your own name on the gift list.

Murong Longxiao held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and kept turning.

He is waiting.

Waiting for Xiao Chen's arrival.

He was not able to catch Xiao Chen, Jiang Meng and others, which made him feel uncomfortable.

If Xiao Chen doesn't come today.

This funeral is really impossible.

He had made up his mind.

If Xiao Chen dares not come, he will dare to take people to kill Bailong Group to arrest people.

Go out of here.

"The head of the sect, the guests have arrived. Can the funeral begin?"

Murong Feng looked at Murong Longxiao and asked.

Murong Longxiao didn't raise his eyelids either.

He just asked coldly: "Have you arrived?"

"not yet!"

Murong Fengdao.

Murong Longxiao nodded.

I immediately looked at the guests present.

He bowed and said, "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my grandson's funeral!"

Everyone stopped talking and stood there respectfully.

Listen to the lecture.

"Jun'er is my only grandson, I believe you know it too.
To be continued...