The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Lao Ba rubbed his head and walked towards Tang Yi with a bit of helplessness.

These people must have misunderstood something.

But no matter what, it’s better to have less trouble than more.

"I see that you are young, your cultivation is average, and you are mute..."

Lao Ba:...

"Yet he was able to develop the power of the Flame God to this level. Over the years..."

Tang Yi put her hands on Lao Ba's shoulders, her eyes full of heartache.

"You must have suffered a great injustice!"

Don't be fooled by Tang Yi's rosy face and green hair. She is actually two years older than Lei Haotian. In the secular world, she would already be over fifty years old.

Lao Ba took a deep breath, his eyes filled with tears, as if he were a fellow villager meeting another.

She nodded with tears in her eyes.

Tang Yi pulled the bewildered Old Eight into her arms, patting his back as if comforting a baby. With tears in her eyes, she said, "It's okay. Everything will be fine from now on. Since you've found this place and recognized me, I won't just leave you like this."

"Huh? Isn't that polite?"

"Mu...Li, who?"

"Stupid, you forgot, we went to the exchange meeting together that day."

"Oh, it's him! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

This time, Lao Ba was stripped down to his underwear.

Upon hearing the name "Mu Youli", Bailian Zhenzu was also a little surprised.

Long before this, he had heard the elders in the pavilion complain that a genius weapon-refining genius who had emerged out of nowhere had rejected the good intentions of the Bailian Pavilion without saying a word, in a very cold manner.

It seems that it's not that they are cold, but that they can't make a sound at all...

However, being unable to make a sound is one thing, and rejecting the olive branch extended by Bailian Pavilion is another. If after this, this weapon-refining genius can stay in Bailian Pavilion for the sake of Xiao Tangyi, we can invite a miracle doctor to try to cure him and restore him to normal.

"What's going on?"

Tuoba Sheng was completely confused. "They suddenly flipped the table over, looking like they were going to have a fight. And after just a moment, they're suddenly hugging each other?"

"You ask me, how would I know?"

Yunhui rolled his eyes.

"Walk?"

"Look at what you have in your hands. Can you walk?"

Yun Hui accepted his fate and sighed, "Big Brother even dared to confront Bailian Zhenzu. You and I should just sit back and rest. If we fall into Big Brother's hands, there's no way we can escape unscathed."

Tuoba Sheng also sighed secretly.

So be it, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven...

Afterwards, Bailian Zhenzu invited Lao Ba to the VIP reception desk. Lao Ba, who always put loyalty first, would naturally not abandon his two good brothers and took them along.

"Ali, are these two your war servants?"

Tang Yi pointed at Tuoba Sheng and Yun Hui, who were facing the wall and thinking about their mistakes, not daring to face the Hundred Refinements True Ancestor directly. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Do you know their true identities?"

What the hell is Ali...

Lao Ba held his forehead with his hands, smiled bitterly, and nodded helplessly.

"Then you are really amazing!"

Tang Yi's eyes lit up. "Being able to subdue them shows that you already possess the power comparable to a cultivator at the Huaqiao realm. If you were in Bailian Pavilion, you would be at least at the elder level!"

Knowing that two of the capable generals under the command of the Young Lord of the Black Demon were defeated by Old Eight, Bai Lian Zhenzu could not hide his surprise, and wondered if the power of the Flame God was so abnormal?

A Tuoyuan realm master defeated two Kaihai realm masters?

Although Bai Lian Zhenzu had witnessed Lao Ba's extraordinaryness with his own eyes in the library, and even he found it difficult to suppress him, but being difficult to suppress does not mean that he cannot defeat him.

What really made Bailian Zhenzu feel incredible was that Lao Ba was really just as he appeared on the surface, a low-level cultivator in the Tuoyuan Realm.

As expected of a descendant of the Nanga clan, who can rival the Dragon and Phoenix clans...

The power of the Flame God is indeed extraordinary.

"Let's talk business first."

Bailian Zhenzu saw Tang Yi sitting so close that Old Eight had squeezed her to the edge, and he couldn't help but curl his lips. "Little Tang Yi, I understand your desire to search the five realms and finally find your people, but can you control yourself? Don't you want to know Tang Han's whereabouts?"

"Uh, hey..."

Tang Yi smiled foolishly and said, "I just want to show Ali a little more love and care."

"You may care about me, but if you do this, Xiao Mu Youli will be very troubled."

Bailian Zhenzu signaled with his eyes, "Go ahead. It's so hot out. Prepare a pot of cold tea to quench your thirst."

"Okay then." Tang Yi left obediently.

Lao Ba finally breathed a sigh of relief. The love and care given by "Aunt Tang" was like a mountain, pressing him so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Okay, then we... Hey, Xiao Tangyi, you're not an undercover agent planted by Mingzong among us, are you? You came back so soon?"

"Go sit over there. Don't stop loving your brother because you have a nephew."

"It hurts, it hurts..."

After a long time of commotion, Bailian Zhenzu finally went to discuss business with the old ancestor, but the first thing he said was to ask Lao Ba whether he had ever met anyone who coveted the blood in his body in the past.

This question was a little beyond Lao Ba's expectations, but then he remembered Tang Yi's words "living in fear", so he nodded affirmatively.

If you want to pretend, you have to pretend to be real!

In the past, Lao Ba had never met anyone who coveted his bloodline, but he met an old man who forcibly abducted him to the Taiyi Sect...

"Those guys haven't given up yet."

Bailian Zhenzu sighed: "Then do you know who they are?"

Lao Ba shook his head.

"You are one of the few Nanga people who survived from ancient times."

Bailian Zhenzu said, "I won't hide it from you. The ones who covet the bloodline in your body are none other than the traitors from our Bailian Pavilion, the Twelve Halls of the Blood Alliance, and the Puppet Heart Hall."

The eighth elder of the Twelve Halls of the Blood Alliance heard about it, and the eighth elder of the Puppet Heart Hall also heard about it.

But the cruel and insane Puppet Heart Hall originated from Bailian Pavilion.

This is the first time Lao Ba has heard of it!

"They...never mind. We'll talk about this later."

Realized I was getting off topic.

Bailian Zhenzu asked bluntly: "Where did you meet Tang Han?"

The man who looks like the Holy Spirit of Fire is called Tang Han. Aunt Tang is from the Nanga tribe, and Tang Han is Aunt Tang’s brother. From this, the answer is obvious.

There is no such thing as the Holy Spirit of Fire.

The incident of the Desert Silver Wolf was caused by Tang Han who used the power of the God of Fire!

Shit! We should let those aggressive guys from the Jiuchongshan Sect and the Bailian Pavilion clash! Are they so great as a veteran first-rate force in the Central Plains? They're even the overlord of the Western Heaven!

It is still unknown what Tang Han’s position in Bailian Pavilion is.

Lao Ba didn't want to be the scapegoat to appease the anger of Jiuchongshan Sect, so he concealed the true identity of the Desert Silver Wolf and wrote down on a white paper what he saw Tang Han using the power of the Flame God to kill an unknown desert bandit in Qili Cave when a sandstorm came.

He also specifically mentioned that it was only after meeting Tang Han that he was certain of the news that there were tribesmen in the desert, and for this reason he concealed his identity and sneaked into Bailian Pavilion to verify it.

"Well, you did a good job."

Bailian Zhenzu looked at the contents on the white paper and instead of blaming him, he praised him and said, "Nowadays, the Bailian Pavilion is full of good and bad people. It's always better to keep a low profile."

"Qili Cave..."

"Wait!"

Bailian Zhenzu suddenly remembered something and frowned, "A while ago, a great battle broke out between the Holy Son of Ming Sect and Jiuchongshan Sect. Did you see it?"

Bailian City is only 800 miles away from Qili Cave.

For someone like Bailian Zhenzu, it was definitely not far, and he set off the moment he sensed the movement. However, when he arrived, the battle was over. On the way back, he met Lei Haotian and his group who were preparing to come to Bailian Pavilion to pick up something.

It was also after being knocked from Lei Haotian's mouth.

Only then did Bailian Zhenzu roughly understand what had happened.

In order to avoid being discovered, Lao Ba immediately nodded and admitted it.

Anyway, he was a mute, and Bailian Zhenzu asked him whether he had seen it. He just answered the question honestly without any bad intentions.

Seeing that Lao Ba was so honest, Bai Lian Zhen Zu finally put aside his suspicion and asked, "I heard from the Holy Son of Ming Shen Sect that Jiu Chong Shan Sect was sheltering the desert bandits and bullying others. He couldn't stand such banditry, so he teamed up with Jiu Chong Shan Sect, this desert bandit, desert bandit, desert bandit..."

Bailian Zhenzu seemed to have figured out something key, and his expression became dull for a moment.

First, Tang Han killed a desert bandit when a sandstorm came.

Then, the Jiuchongshan Sect rushed to the desert from thousands of miles away.

At the end, the Holy Son of Mingsheng could not stand the banditry of the Jiuchongshan Sect in sheltering the desert bandits.

Finally, a shocking war broke out.

Could this desert bandit... be from the Jiuchongshan Sect?!

As the leader of the desert, Bailian Zhenzu had naturally heard some of the unspoken rules of the desert, but he did not participate in it or stop such behavior.

After all, without conflict, how can there be progress?

Minor fights between younger generations are fine as long as they don’t cross the bottom line.

But! What if the desert bandits killed by Tang Han were from the Jiuchongshan Sect? Did the Holy Son of Mingzong indirectly protect Tang Han for them?

If we find Tang Han someday, how will we explain to the Jiuchongshan Sect?

It was hidden away without anyone noticing...

Or, hand over Tang Han to appease the anger of Jiuchongshan Sect?

bang——

Bailian Zhenzu smashed the jade table in front of him, which was worth thousands of gold, into dust with one palm. Finally, his mind was in turmoil, his face was extremely ashen, and he said angrily: "Asshole!"

"Disappearing for so many years and causing nothing but trouble for the sect, it would be better for him to die!"

"Ancestor, you...what's wrong with you?"

Tang Yi was startled.

"What's wrong with me? Don't you see what good things your good brother has done?"

"My brother..."

Tang Yi asked cautiously, "What good thing did you do?"

"This greedy bastard must have coveted other people's treasures, so he was so reckless and killed them, which allowed the Jiuchongshan Sect to arrive overnight..."

Bailian Zhenzu was so angry that smoke came out of his head. "This bastard has crossed my bottom line!"

"Then, what should we do?"

Tang Yi's eyes were blank. Her brother actually violated the bottom line of Jiuchongshan Sect?

"What else can I do!"

Bailian Zhenzu's eyes suddenly glanced at Lao Ba.

Seeing this, Lao Ba coughed twice, played with a small gadget he made with the craftsmanship of his hometown, and then turned his head to look at the two Kaihai Realm war servants who were facing the wall to reflect on their mistakes.

When Bailian Zhenzu saw this little thing that even he could not understand, he felt troubled.

Both are surviving members of the Nanga tribe, and both possess the power of the Fire God. One is a weapon-refining genius with unlimited potential, and the other is a monster who has been missing for many years and is second only to the Son of the Hundred Refinements.

It seems that no matter which one, they are all indispensable talents.

If we must compare the two, it is obvious that Old Eight, who has developed the power of the God of Fire to the point where he can surpass a major realm and subdue a powerful being in the Kaihai Realm, is better.

But Tang Han is Tang Yi's only living blood relative. If Tang Yi does anything to let Tang Han down, it's hard to say whether she will leave Bailian Pavilion.

How to choose?

"Brother always does things with propriety."

Tang Yi pleaded for his brother, "Grandfather, there must be something hidden!"

"If Tang Han had any sense of propriety, he wouldn't have left without a word for so many years."

Bailian Zhenzu ignored Tang Yi's last words.

"Brother, he, he..."

Tang Han's silent departure was a fact known to everyone in Bailian Pavilion.

Even Tang Yi didn't know what reason to find to continue begging.

dong dong dong-

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside.

"What's the matter."

Bailian Zhenzu was a little displeased.

I thought to myself, it’s already this late, I hope nothing bad happens again!

"Ancestor, Lord Feng specifically wants to see Senior Sister Tang."

The Bailian disciples outside reported.

A wisp of wind in the world? What did he want to do with Xiao Tangyi...

Bai Lian Zhenzu's eyes turned to Tang Yi, who shook his head blankly.

"Where is Feng Jun now?"

"Feng Jun...he's right next to me."

This is the private room for receiving distinguished guests. Bai Lian Zhen Zu said with a headache: "Xiao Tang Yi is right here. Guests are welcome. Don't neglect Feng Jun. Please come in quickly."

Things are different now. Facing Feng Jun, a genius from the Five Realms who is already famous throughout the world, even the Bailian True Clan dare not relax in the slightest.

He has practiced for many years and knows how difficult the road ahead will be.

And a junior like Feng Jun can catch up, and his future achievements will definitely not be inferior to his!

Such a person needs to be treated well.

squeak-

"I have heard of the great name of Lian Zu for a long time. I am Feng Wanli, the younger generation, and I would like to greet Lian Zu."

"Hehe, you're too polite, my friend."

Bailian Zhenzu did not put on any airs. He looked at the man at the door with a casual look. His skin was as white as a woman's, slightly pale with a sickly look, and he was a little thin and looked very frail.

When Tang Yi heard that Feng Jun wanted to see her by name and had even come here, she hurriedly stood up to greet him, with a reserved attitude, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

"This is Miss Tang."

“Hehe, my name is Feng Wan…why are you here?!”

Seeing Lao Ba sitting here alive, Feng Wanli suddenly flashed a sentence in his mind, which is - No matter how hard you try, you still can't find it, but when you get it, it comes without any effort.

Lao Ba had a strange look on his face.

Who is this person? Have they met each other?

Lao Ba has seen Feng Wanli.

But Feng Wanli had seen the clone illusion left at the scene.

Bailian Zhenzu's eyelids twitched wildly, but when he saw Lao Ba's expression of "Who are you?", he felt strange in his heart, wondering who Feng Jun was looking for.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Feng Wanli walked in with a big laugh, "I've always wanted to meet you properly. You may not know me, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to meet you."