When the members of the trial team present, including Wang Le, expressed their opinions one by one, the two deacons who were already worried were finally feeling a little better.

As the saying goes, as the head of the league's trial team, now that some members die suddenly, the two deacons cannot escape the responsibility of dereliction of duty no matter what.

Although the Martial Arts Alliance is now in turmoil, there are still no trees falling and money scattered.

The two deacons have to rely on the organization, be monks and beeping for a day, and make a living

After the members of the trial team were quiet, Deacon Zhao's eyes flashed with murderous intent and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, although the current situation is not good for us, there is no need to worry too much, because except for Deacon Hotan, the guardians who protect the trial team have also been secretly guarding and never staying away."

"And just last night, Deacon Tian and I had asked one of the guardians to leave the team early and go to the border as soon as possible to get the alliance army to send experts to respond."

When the members of the trial team heard Deacon Zhao reveal that the alliance army would send masters to the reception, they were immediately excited.

This is the best news they have heard since they were attacked on the way, and nothing can boost morale more than this.

Seeing this, Deacon Zhao squeezed a smile on his serious face and said, "At this critical moment, you must be united and overcome difficulties together. It is not too late to wait until the border will fight again."

"No" everyone bowed in unison and responded. For a moment, the entire trial team swept away the previous haze and became more motivated again.

When Wang Le, who was standing in the crowd, saw this, felt disdain in his heart. He believed that this superficial unity was vulnerable because everyone had their own little abacus deep in their hearts.

And this is also determined by the nature of the league trial team itself. That is competition, competition, or competition

Every time a member of the trial team is eliminated, your chances of winning in the trial mission will be one more point.

Just when Wang Lexin was thinking about it, Deacon Zhao and Deacon Zhao walked down the steps in front of the attic, and then led the members of the trial team present to walk along the path towards the living room in front of the mansion.

At the same time, Deacon Zhao once again released his spiritual sense and informed the head of the Sun family, Sun Qiang's father, to go to the living room to discuss

After a while, when everyone came to the huge living room in front of the mansion, Wang Le saw that the middle-aged man in a brocade robe was already waiting.

The two members of the trial team who had been staying in the living room also left the seat early and stood by and waited.

When everyone entered the living room, Wang Le found the fat man Huang next to him and asked softly: "What are the names of these two members of the trial team?"

Fatty Huang raised his pair of silkworm eyebrows slightly, and then replied in a soft voice: "The tall and thin man wearing a green robe embroidered with a red-crowned crane is called Hou Yaoting. He is a great disciple of the head of the Feihe Sect in the western region of the martial arts world."

"The other guy who is short and has a black mole on his right mouth is named Chen Shihao, who is the only disciple of the head of the Desert Hall in the northern area of ​​the martial arts world."

After listening to Fatty Huang’s detailed introduction, Wang Le’s eyes flashed and he nodded to express his gratitude.

In order not to attract the attention of the two suspects Hou Yaoting and Chen Shihao, Wang Le put away the sharp gazes of the two examiners and turned his attention to the two deacons and Sun Dakai, the head of the Sun family.

If a white-haired person gives a black-haired person, there is no greater sorrow than death in his heart.

Sun Dakai couldn't hide the grief of losing his beloved son. His face bowed with sad face, his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

No matter who encounters such an unbearable blow, it will not be better than Sun Dakai.

No matter how good or strong Sun Qiang's martial arts talent is, it is useless. Now with him leaving the world, his soul returns to the underworld, and all the beauty is over.

Deacon Tian solemnly apologized to Sun Dakai: "As the guardian of this league trial team, Tian has an unshirkable responsibility for Ling Gongzi's murder."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Zhao followed with guilt and apologized: "Zhao's dereliction of duty this time has made the head of Sun bear the pain of losing his son, and this debt cannot be paid off in this life."

Sun Da smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "What are you saying? The dog died in his own home. If you want to blame me, the Sun family, is incompetent."

Speaking of this, two tears burst out from their eyes, slowly falling along both sides of Sun Dakai's face, and the smoke was silently condensed.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was solemn and sad, making everyone's heart heavy.

At this time, Deacon Tian sighed deeply and said, "Before coming to the living room, Mr. Tian had already discussed with Brother Zhao. Within ten years after this border training, we will take turns to take charge of this Baoshan Acropolis."

"Ah" Sun Dakai was shocked, subconsciously showing an incredible look, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Immediately, Sun Dakai, who came back to his senses, said nothing, took a step back and knelt straight on the ground, gave a big gift to the two deacons, and said excitedly: "You two will be kind to my Sun family, my Sun Dakai will definitely be a roaming in the next life and repay each other with a spring of spring."

Without waiting for tears, Sun Dakai was excited and continued to knock on, and Deacon Zhao quickly took action to help the other party up.

At this time, the members of the league trial team present were also shocked and looked at the two deacons in shock.

Ten years, what kind of concept is this? No one here doesn't know

What's more, it's the ten years of two late martial arts warriors

In this era when the old monsters in the Heavenly Level rarely came out, warriors in the late Earthly Level were rampant Wuji.

Baoshan Acropolis has these two late-stage martial arts powerhouses in charge. The Sun family's power will undoubtedly expand to other places around them within the past ten years.

Wang Le in the crowd looked at the two deacons, Tian Zhao, with completely different eyes than before, and was full of unconcealed appreciation and admiration.

The reason why Wang Le appreciates it is because they are brave enough to take responsibility. Unlike those old fried dough sticks who have been accustomed to shirk responsibility and pick themselves out of trouble.

The reason why Wang Le admired it was because they did not live a long life in vain and had made it so scheming.

As the old saying goes, those who do not plan for the whole world are not worth planning for the moment.

It means that if you do not consider the long-term interests, the immediate problems will inevitably be invisible, and short-term plans cannot be made.

In simple terms, people will have immediate worries without long-term thinking.

In Wang Le's view, these two deacons obviously foresaw that the martial arts alliance was a dead end and was about to fall apart. Today's commitment to the Sun family is to make plans for their own way of retreat.

This will show one's own responsibility and pave a way out for the future. You can kill two birds with one stone, so why not do it?

"The ginger is still so spicy, I can't admire it if I don't admire it," Wang Le sighed in his heart.
Chapter completed!