Blood splattered, sword jade buzzed, and another master in Chen Qiu's hand tried martial arts. It should have been a happy thing, but when he put away the two fish intestine pricks, he couldn't be happy.

He had known for a long time that Zhang Moye had always been like a shadow, watching him grow up in the storm of the world.

But what Qu Xie brought today gave Chen Qiu a kind of enlightenment.

No matter what secret Jian Yu has, no matter what Zhang Moye has been doing in the years after he disappeared, the answer will be revealed soon.

And that also means that Chen Qiu, who came to this era, will also open up what he really wants to do and can only do it alone.

If Zhang Moye and others can do things carefully...

The danger of this matter can be imagined.

Zhang Moye followed him for almost two years, but he only left a letter to remind him at this time, probably saying that Chen Qiu's current martial arts can barely join that matter.

“Penglai…”

Chen Qiu grabbed Qu Xie's two fish intestinal thorns and walked out of the house. When he saw the sunlight shining, he had already realized it.

That matter must be related to Penglai's thousand-year secrets.

He wanted to face those hidden immortals with the body of a warrior.

When Chen Qiu left, Hua Qing was no longer there. This guy was always elusive and wandering around in the world. But now he thought about it, the reason why he wandered around was not only the so-called master's life.

It must be searching for clues about the secret affairs of Penglai.

"Uncle Ren."

Chen Qiu walked forward, held his hands in his back, stood in the yard, watching the wind blowing the big tree and falling leaves, Ren Hao said:

"Qu Xie is dead, and he can tell the world that in the battle of Luoyang, the righteous will kill the Demon Lord of the Demon Cult and win a great victory."

"Vict?"

Ren Hao shook his head, looked at Chen Qiu and said:

"Do you really think that this time the decent wins?"

"Lost miserably."

There were only two people in the yard, and Chen Qiu didn't hide it. He said frankly:

"Killed a Qu Xie, killed some masters of the Demon Sect, broke the Northern Army formation, seriously injured and protected Luoyang, and seemed to have the advantage of the upright.

But under the rogue monk, there were 3,000 people in Luoyang City, with at least 800 casualties.

These are all young handsome men who come to participate in the Heroes Club.

The decent martial arts world was almost cut off.

There are also the destruction of the Nanhai Sect elders, the Heluo Gang elders, and the small sect.

This time, I lost so badly.

But Uncle Ren can't say we lost in front of all the heroes in the world, right?"

Faced with Chen Qiu's responsive question, Ren Hao was speechless.

Of course, it cannot be so straightforward.

At this time, the good and evil in the world are in opposition, and things in the Huainan area of ​​Xiaoxiang have not calmed down. If there is a battle in Luoyang and the upright people admit to being frustrated, then they will have some suspicion.

It is not that easy to maintain the suppression of the Demon Cult.

"The one who was happy to rescue him last night was the Penglai people."

Ren Hao suddenly said:

"The two masters use swords.

They also tried to take away my true energy, just like taking away Qu Xie's yin and yang energy. If they hadn't been prepared, they would have been plotted against them."

"What the hell do they want to do?"

Chen Qiu frowned and asked:

"Is it possible to absorb the true energy of others and strengthen yourself?"

"No, Qu Xie said a little, but he didn't explain it clearly."

Ren Hao shook his head and said:

"I'm also a good idea to see the truth, not be too complete or guess meticulous. I just know that Penglai is not a good thing.

But I am afraid that only my old friend knows what the specific and the truth is.

You've met Zhang Moye, right?"

"Um."

Chen Qiu nodded. He thought that Uncle Ren, who valued the dispute between good and evil, would speak up and scold him.

But not, Ren Hao seemed to have known all this a long time ago.

“He also invited me to act with him.”

Ren Hao stretched out his hand and was holding it under a fallen leaf.

There was a flow of air around him, blowing like the real wind, causing the fallen leaves to tangle around him and slowly sprinkle on the ground, eventually forming a leafless roundness.

"I am not greedy for the position of leader, nor do I hate him, but I still refuse.

Zhang Moye could leave, Feng Yuhan died of serious illness. He is also a person with the most affectionate behavior. He is free to act, and no one can say anything about him.

But I can't.

I was too stubborn. The Demon Cult lost Zhang Moye. It seemed like a mess, but it was powerful. If someone was interested in contact, if there was no one to suppress the righteous, the world would be really going to be in chaos.

I can't be as casual as him, and I can't just leave all this in the same way as him.

People who practice martial arts act rudely. If the world is in chaos, it will be blood flowing into a river and stir up trouble in the world."

The leader sighed, as if he said to Chen Qiu, and as if he said to himself:

"The general trend of the world, the opposition between the north and the south, is a sign of troubled times. If there are people from the martial arts and interfering with it, it will be a tragic situation in the world and countless desolation.

But I was so cautious, but I still couldn't help but start a war between good and evil.

In Suzhou, Xiaoxiang, and Luoyang, the wars became more and more intense. In the past, they were said to be internal struggles in the world, but this time, countless innocent people were implicated.

This world seems to have changed its flavor, and it is no longer as pure as before.

And this will be attributed to him, Zhang Moye."

Ren Hao sneered, waved his hand to disperse the fallen leaves, and said:

"I set a fire myself, but I don't care. Seeing that the fire is raging, if no one cares, I will burn everything around me.

I wanted to take care of it, but over the years, I felt very powerless. Now that the Demon Sect and the Northern Dynasties have joined forces, they must conquer the world in the future. This is actually an opportunity.

They are all together. If they can find an opportunity and fight head-on, they can defeat the ambitions of the Demon Cult in one fell swoop.

But it is not enough to be the decisive situation with me alone.

Chen Qiu, are you willing to help me?"

This question was very formal, which made Chen Qiu frown.

He said:

"What did Uncle Ren say?

I am not a decent person now?

I have also made efforts in the battle of Luoyang. Why does Uncle Ren feel that I may betray the right path at any time?"

"Actually, I have never asked you about some things, Chen Qiu. Since today's words have come to this, as an elder, I will not hide them."

Ren Hao turned around and looked at Chen Qiu. He touched his beard and said:

"Who destroyed the six righteous sects including Qilu Zangdao Sect and Lingquan Village?

Yantai mountain splitting sword Shi Dadun, and Han Ruo, the soul-breaking gun, was killed by?

Who was Zhang Chu last night?”

"Uncle Ren!"

Chen Qiu suddenly realized that he interrupted Ren Hao's words.

"Chen Yichou of the Tibetan sword sect forced the good man to death, and Shi Dadun of the mountain sword planned to seize my sword. They had their own way to die.

If you blame me for what happened to Zhang Chu last night, I have nothing to say.

I have always respected Uncle Ren to be honest and courageous, and I am really a hero of a generation, but now, can Uncle Ren also tell me that he only looks at the camp and not good or evil?

He is known as a decent person, but he is more hateful than the Demon Sect.

Such thieves will be killed without killing them with one knife, so what can they do?”

"So, I'll help you press it down."

Ren Hao was not angry, he said calmly:
To be continued...