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Common enemy!

Xia Feng's words gave the white-haired old man a seriousness that he rarely showed. Although he was not involved in this matter, he stopped paying attention to it all the time. He was in control of almost every movement of every force. Found it, as expected.

In fact, even though the white-haired old man paid attention to every force, he did have some doubts about the identity of this new force. He even thought that this was another secret trick of the God's Mansion, but after listening to Xia Feng's analysis, I have a new estimate in my heart.

He and his people have laid out a big game. If this game is to develop perfectly to the end and achieve the ultimate goal, there must be no mistakes in every link. Obviously, if what Xia Feng said tonight is true, the Seven Clans Someone in the world has already arrived ahead of time, and not only will they not push forward the plan, but they will break the plan that has already been prepared.

Therefore, the white-haired old man has the dignity that he has never had.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Feng asked directly, and his eyes were very sharp.

His pupils shrank again, and the white-haired old man shifted his gaze to Xia Feng, "If these people are really from the world of the Seven Clans, it will be a disaster. I always thought that the people hiding behind pushed this action, now It seems..."

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired old man stretched his eyebrows, and then said very seriously, "Xiaofeng, do you know how many of them have flooded into this world?"

Xia Feng let out a heavy breath and shook his head, "I don't know the details, but judging from the reactions of those people, there shouldn't be very few, otherwise they wouldn't have taken action so quickly."

Xia Feng knew exactly what kind of person the white-haired old man was. If he hadn't been wary of this old man, he might have been fooled by his reaction.

After fighting with the man with the crescent moon tattoo just now, he hid in the dark and eavesdropped on the conversation between the other party and his companions, and learned something useful. Not many people came from the world of the Seven Clans. Otherwise, with their belligerent nature, they would never be just play tricks.

Due to the influence of the environment, there are fundamental differences between the people of the world of the seven races and the people of the seven races who once remained in the world of the earth dimension.

Fick, the Pope, even Sillonso and others, they all agreed that the gate of the two worlds was closed, and with the damned 'curse' on their bodies, how to think about taking root here and how to survive is the hardest thing reason.

Therefore, Fick and others have shifted from warlike nature to calculation, while those who really came from the world of the seven races still retain the warlike nature of a powerful race.

The man with the crescent moon tattoo didn't set off a massive attack this time, why?

Because they dare not, they haven't fully grasped this seemingly weak world of low-dimensional space, and the number of people coming here is limited, so they want to cause a little disturbance.

Of course, Xia Feng can almost guess the intention of the other party, and can judge that the time for the man with the crescent moon tattoo and others to reach the earth-dimensional world is not as short as imagined. They have been holding back, waiting for the opportunity, and figured it out Thinking about it before doing it is far more prudent than doing it at the beginning.

And the man with the crescent moon tattoo chose to be a husband at this time, one reason is that the contradictions and chaos in this world have already taken shape, and the appearance of any force will arouse speculation, and the other side of the guess is definitely not the world of the seven clans, but from the ground to the underground The power, even the power that has been forbearing.

On the other hand, Xia Feng still has another guess. These people from the seven races feel that the time is almost up. How can they be considered as the time is almost up? Maybe they will make the world more chaotic, so that they can divert their attention and let more people from the seven races come. to this world.

Xia Feng doesn't want this guess to be true. Once it is implemented, it will become very troublesome, but sometimes it's not because he doesn't want to, then it's not true.

I found the white-haired old man again tonight, and Xia Feng also hit his little Jiujiu. I wasn’t sure who was trying to sabotage Japan’s economic recovery this time. I even thought it was Fick or the Pope. The identity of the power, unlike last time, has a "friend" on the front line, which has always made him feel very passive.

However, what he had mastered tonight allowed Xia Feng to find a glimmer of light in his passiveness, and he also had a bigger plan in his heart. To complete this plan, the white-haired old man became a great help.

"Then what is your opinion?" The white-haired old man asked suddenly, Xia Feng had already found him, and he believed that Xia Feng must have some thoughts.

When asked suddenly by the white-haired old man, Xia Feng looked solemn and looked at him straight, "I do have a plan, so I came to you and asked for your help."

"what's the plan?"

Xia Feng didn't answer immediately, his pupils opened and closed repeatedly, and the white-haired old man could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

"You still don't believe me?"

Xia Feng slowly stretched his eyebrows and frowned, "It's not that I don't believe you, I have to be cautious if I don't take a step now, or it can be said, what do you use to make me believe you?"

While talking, Xia Feng's gaze never left the eyes of the white-haired old man, whether it was pretending or real, he always wanted something.

Looking at Xia Feng, the white-haired old man sighed softly, his tone lowered a few tones, "I can understand, if it were me, I would also be cautious."

"As long as you know."

"I can't come up with something that makes you completely believe it."

"Wrong, you have." Without waiting for the white-haired old man to say the next sentence, Xia Feng said first, "The man in the Shendi is too mysterious, and I lost consciousness in the final explosion, but I still feel that he is not dead. What he did back and forth was too suspicious."

Speaking of this, Xia Feng deliberately paused, "Maybe he is doing a golden silkworm shelling game this time, using death to divert attention."

This time, there was an obvious flicker in the eyes of the white-haired old man.

Catching the flicker in the white-haired old man's eyes, Xia Feng sneered in his heart: Old Miscellaneous Mao, don't you doubt it? I'll just say it and see how you react.

"You and him are no matter how old rivals, I'm just a pawn that you use each other, I don't believe you won't doubt it." These words showed a little more contempt, Xia Feng sat down and clicked On a cigarette, "I want to clarify two things. First, Shendi is really trying to escape the golden cicada. Who is he most likely in reality? Second, you said that there is a person who is infiltrating your power. Who is it, is he the same person as Shendi?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man fell silent and didn't speak for a long time, which made Xia Feng feel very impatient, and snorted, "You have reservations about these things, and you still complain that I don't believe you, so tell me, I should How can I believe you."

After about 3 minutes of silence, the white-haired old man sighed, "Maybe what you are thinking is correct, but I was negligent."

negligence?

Damn old miscellaneous hair, neglecting your uncle, I really think I am three years old, idiot!

He cursed in his heart, but Xia Feng didn't show much reaction on his face, his eyes remained on the white-haired old man's face, waiting for him to speak.

"Yes, I do suspect that he is not dead. What you said is correct. Since you asked about it today, I will tell you everything."

"Then who might he be?"

The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and stretched out two fingers, "I suspect that two people are the Dragon Lord and the Sword Emperor."

"It's them!" Xia Feng was startled suddenly, his face changed obviously, "No, you made a mistake, they..."

Before Xia Feng finished speaking, the white-haired old man stretched out his hand to stop him, "I know this is hard for you to accept, but this is indeed my suspicion, Xiaofeng, do you still remember what I said?"

"kindness?"

"The more people think it's impossible, the more likely it is. The Dragon Lord and Sword Emperor are one of the seven emperors, but how many people really understand the abilities of the seven emperors? They are even more helpful to you. Of course you would think it was absurd."

Xia Feng didn't speak, but a sneer appeared in his heart.

"Each of the seven emperors is deeply hidden, including your mother. The inheritance of the emperors is very strong. The emperors of all generations are very strong, inheriting power and memory. Their talents and understanding of martial arts are far away. surpassed ordinary warriors."

"The Dragon Lord is the Martial Emperor. He has never really exposed his power, at least this is the case with the current Martial Emperor. But if you think about it carefully, the emperor has never participated in the battle between countries. The Dragon Lord, the Sword Emperor, and As for the emperor of the sword, why they have been in Huaxia is a question in itself."

After hearing these words, Xia Feng pursed his lips, hesitant to speak.

"Jianhuang is even more mysterious. He always seems to be a good man, but the more he is like this, the easier it is to hide. There have been too many people like this in human history. They look honest and honest, but they are actually ambitious. Home."

"The Sword Emperor has helped you a lot. His Cold Flame Qijue is really powerful. Do you think his strength is as strong as what you have seen?" The white-haired old man shook his head, "A strong man will never be so easy. It is only the tip of the iceberg that exposes its cards."

"Since you were born, the Sword Emperor has helped you mother and son. You joined the army, joined the Infernal Hell, and then taught you the Sword Finger and the Seven Skills of Cold Flame. Have you ever thought about why?"

Glancing at Xia Feng, the white-haired old man said with a faint smile, "An emperor is really so boring. You have to remember that everything happens for a reason. What you see is just the surface."

Shendi suspects the Sword Emperor, and now the white-haired old man also doubts the Sword Emperor, so which of the two of them is a man and who is a ghost, and whose suspicion is credible. At this moment, Xia Feng thought seriously.

Wait, something is wrong.

What the white-haired old man said was the identity of the God's Mansion, possibly the Sword Emperor and the Dragon Lord, but Xia Feng knew the true identity of the God's Mansion, so there were problems, and these problems could reflect more The problem is, the white-haired old man is still telling lies.

What an old guy, he is indeed a man who is good at calculating, don't talk about the real tricks, nine out of ten sentences are true, and the last sentence is false, that's the way to kill people.The white-haired old man is such a person.

The problem was initiated by Xia Feng, so he continued to follow Xia Feng's doubts and deliberately guided him. If Xia Feng didn't know something in advance, he would be deceived again. Even if he was not deceived, he would become confused again. Who to trust.

"Why don't you suspect the Emperor of the Tyrannical Sword? He also has suspicions." Xia Feng said.

"The martial arts practiced by the Emperor of the Sword is very domineering. It is very difficult to conceal this kind of domineering. It is okay to deceive some ordinary people, but it is impossible to deceive the real masters, so it is impossible to be the Emperor of the Sword." The white-haired old man explained.

Xia Feng nodded lightly, "According to what you mean, are you more willing to believe that Shendi is the Sword Emperor?"

"Correct!"

"Then who is infiltrating your power?" Xia Feng continued to ask.

"I really don't know about this person. Anyone could do it. If I had someone to suspect, I would have done it long ago." While speaking, the white-haired old man was filled with murderous intent.

Damn it, it's a pity that you don't act in movies, Xia Feng cursed secretly in his heart, infiltrating you as a powerful person, I'm afraid you will create it in a short time, fooling me, I see what tricks you will play in the future.

"Sooner or later, he will die, and these damn bastards will die." Xia Feng gritted his teeth, "My strength is limited, you must help me."