Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

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ancestral hall
"Where did Yang Hao go? Why hasn't he come back yet? When did this guy become so unreliable? So many people are waiting for him alone."

The small ancestral hall was already full of people, and there was not even a place to stay.

Among the many elders who waited impatiently, someone complained.

As soon as these words came out, the hall that was still a little noisy just now fell silent.

The person who spoke was stunned, looked around, and saw that almost everyone was paying attention, only then did he realize that he had said something wrong, and subconsciously lowered his head.

If it was in the past, complaining about Yang Hao would immediately arouse a crowd of echoes, but this time it is different, it must be that today is different from the past.

Today's Yang Hao is no longer a bastard outside, but the supreme Holy Lord, the one above their heads.

Although Yang Zhifeng is controlling the overall situation of the Cangyu Holy Land, everyone knows that the ancestor is old and will hand over the power sooner or later.

The former Yang Qiu was a mascot, representing the Cangyu Holy Land, but there is still a lot of real power, the power of life and death is tightly held in his hands, and Yang Qiu doesn't have to worry about someone taking power, after all, this old ancestor, but he My great-grandfather, with broken bones and tendons.

Now that Yang Hao is sitting in this position, I'm afraid he might not be able to sit still.

But these are not what they should worry about.

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

Beside him, an older white-haired elder angrily scolded that junior.

Speaking at this time is undoubtedly a slight punishment, which can be regarded as saving this person.

The person who spoke before was not stupid, he quickly knelt down and said in horror: "Yes, yes, the villain must pay attention in the future, must pay attention."

The white-haired old man touched the goat's beard with a smile, his eyes fell on Yang Zhifeng, and said: "That kid has gone somewhere, why don't I send someone to look for him again?"

Yang Zhifeng nodded lightly.

"Then it's up to you."

Several waves of people have been sent out before, but not only have there been no responses, even the people who went there have not returned.

It is useless to send people again.

But Yang Zhifeng had to give face to the people in front of him.

After all, this person is a hundred years old, and in terms of seniority, he has to call him old brother.

This person is Zhao Quan.

And now the person he reprimanded was his great-grandson, Zhao Liujia.

Zhao Liujia's brute strength was astonishing, especially his kung fu with swords. Even Yang Zhifeng couldn't help being amazed after seeing it.

The so-called well-developed limbs and simple mind, this Zhao Liujia has a lot of brute force, but his brain is inflexible, especially his emotional intelligence is surprisingly low. If his grandfather was Zhao Quan, this guy would have died countless times.

Time passed slowly.

With the previous lesson, the hall is still silent, even the slight sound of breathing can be clearly heard.

砰

At this time, a small voice sounded, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Among the row of soul lamps, a simple and simple soul lamp in the middle right was broken at this moment, and the light in the soul lamp was slowly extinguished.

"Yang Hao... is dead..."

"How is it possible... How could Yang Hao die in the Holy Land..."

Immediately, someone exclaimed.

"Who is targeting my Cangyu Holy Land!"

Zhao Quan couldn't sit still any longer, he stood up abruptly, his brows were erected.

He got up too violently, his old body couldn't keep up, he was dizzy for a while, and staggered a few steps. Fortunately, Zhao Liujia who was beside him quickly supported Zhao Quan, so there was no joke.

"Brother, I can't bear it any longer. That person killed my Cangyu Holy Land's people over and over again. If we didn't do anything, wouldn't it make the world ridicule if it was spread out? Then how will my Cangyu Holy Land gain a foothold in the Desolate Sky Territory."

After some passionate speeches, the atmosphere was immediately brightened.

Zhao Quan was so excited that he coughed several times while speaking, and then slowly finished speaking.

"Old Ancestor, I beg you to kill the traitor!"

……

Immediately the crowd was furious.

Yang Zhifeng made several moves before he stabilized the situation.

He looked at the crowd and said coldly: "Do you all know who the opponent is?"

"Isn't it just that little Wentian Tower? Just yesterday, he announced that he would destroy my Cangyu Holy Land and take revenge for Tiansheng Temple. Now such a big thing happened in my Cangyu Holy Land. Apart from him, there are who?"

Someone shouted immediately.

"Do you think that a small Tianlou can destroy a saint?"

"Or, do you think us old guys are trash?"

"Never mind the distance, I only found out about Yang Hao, who had not left the boundary of the Cangyu Holy Land, but after the soul lamp was shattered, that is to say, that person's cultivation base is fixed above mine."

"If Na Wentianlou had such abilities, how could he remain unknown to this day?"

Yang Zhifeng said calmly.

After finishing speaking, all the elders and core executives who were still furious just now were speechless.

The monstrous anger swept them, and they didn't think of this at all.

Thinking about it now, it does make sense.

In their view, the realm of the ancestors has already reached the sky, and if it goes higher, it will be the realm of the holy king, and Huang Tianyu has not had a local holy king warrior for many years.

Even if there is, it is not uncommon for the holy king warrior to bring a wasteland with poor resources.

That is to say, the one who can assassinate a warrior in the Divine Hidden Realm under the nose of a strong saint and do so quietly is probably a strong saint king.

Secondly, even if there is really a strong holy king sitting in Tianlou, why not compete with the Sword God Temple for the top position, and instead commit yourself to doing this kind of stealthy behavior, which is not in line with the arrogance of a strong holy king.

Those who can cultivate to the level of a holy king are all dragons and phoenixes among the people. How can they do such an assassination just because of a little money?

"hiss!"

The more you think about it, the more terrifying you feel, and many people gasp.

"Then the ancestors think, who did this?"

At this time, someone whispered.

Yang Zhifeng looked at Zhao Quan and said, "Who do you think did it?"

"Who else?" Zhao Quan still looked angry, "Of course it's Mrs. Chen, apart from him, I can't think of anyone who has this ability in today's Huangtian Territory."

"Mrs. Chen...who is it?"

For this unfamiliar name, everyone present was at a loss.

Zhao Liujia knew some inside information, so he opened his mouth and said: "Chen Tai, known as the sword god, is now the head of the prince's mansion in the Daqin Region, and now the realm is already a holy king. According to rumors, it is only half a step away from the quasi-emperor realm. gone."

"So strong..."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.

In their eyes, the ancestors were no more than saints. They just reached the threshold of the saint king, and they were able to speak on an equal footing with the Sword God Palace and advocate the Heavenly Sword, which is already the most powerful.

And what Zhao Liujia said, that Mrs. Chen actually reached the Saint King Realm.

It's so terrifying.

For a moment, everyone was silent, and their eyes were a little more fearful.