Wuge, as the important place of the family, has always been guarded by several elders in turn to prevent a cliché.

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Today, the fifth elder is stationed in Wu Pavilion. The fifth elder is over 70 years old and his hair and beard are all white. He sits cross-legged on the ground, his body is a little hunched, and he does not move, like a sculpture.

Zhuang Fan led Zhuang Yi and entered the room without any obstacles. He first bowed to the fifth elder sitting cross-legged on the ground, "The fifth elder, Zhuang Yi, a clan member, broke through the realm of a martial artist, and took him to register."

The fifth elder's old face, like orange peel, trembled for a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light burst out. The previous image, which was as old as an old, was swept away, as if he had transformed into a tiger, with awesome power.

After being swept by his eyes, Zhuang Yi felt that his body was hit by an electric current, and his hair was standing up.

His eyes remained on Zhuang Yi for a few breaths, and the fifth elder closed his eyes again. The astonishing aura disappeared like a pierced balloon. His whole person became the half-dead look again.

Zhuang Yi was shocked and could not express it. This is the strength of the innate martial artist? With just one look, he could not move all over and could only be slaughtered!

"take away."

A hoarse voice came from the fifth elder's throat. His lips did not move, but the sound was clearly heard into the ears of both of them.

A trace of feminine smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Fan's mouth, and it was fleeting. He bowed and said, "Yes."

"Wait." A burst of anger suddenly ignited in Zhuang Yi's chest. He shouted suddenly, took a step forward, and asked, "Dare you ask the fifth elder, why should you take me away?"

"presumptuous."

With a loud shout, he drank it in Zhuang Fan's mouth. He took a step forward and said sternly, "How dare you offend the elder?"

Zhuang Yi's eyes shrank, but he looked at him without fear, and said proudly, "I dare not, I just want to know the reason. According to the clan rules, I am already a martial artist, so I am qualified to enter the Wu Pavilion to choose a martial arts practice. Even the elders do not have the right to deprive me of my rights."

"Hmph, I still dare to argue."

Accompanied by a cold snorkeling, a "clang" sound, the long knife on his waist drew a white light in the space, and sucked it hard on Zhuang Yi's face.

Although this sword was swung with the knife face and would not be fatal, Zhuang Fan had to teach him a lesson and use his true power. If his face was really hit, he would have to slap a few teeth off.

Bang.

A crisp sound followed by a sizzling, burning sound. Then, a smell of barbecue and burning smell instantly filled the entire room.

Zhuang Fan's eyes flashed with surprise. The knife did not hit Zhuang Yi in the face, but was blocked by him with his arm. Just now, although he swung the knife at will, no one could block it with his strength. What's more, Zhuang Yi was just promoted to a martial artist.

"This time, I'm just giving you a lesson. If you dare to offend the elder again, you will be punished for violating the clan rules." Zhuang Fan didn't have time to think about it carefully. In the face of the fifth elder, he didn't dare to go too far, so he stopped when he saw the opportunity.

The fifth elder's old face, like orange peel, frowned slightly, "Zhuang Fan, go down first." Although his tone was plain, he could hear a trace of dissatisfaction in his speech.

"Yes." Zhuang Fan responded, his eyes swept over Zhuang Yi, who had his head lowered, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he left the room.

From beginning to end, Zhuang Yi hummed.

On his right forearm, there was a burn, the skin was blooming and flesh was black, like coke. Only then did blood beads seep out. After a while, the bloody red blood stained half of the arm.

Beads of sweat the size of beans were covered with his tender face. Because of the pain, there was no trace of blood on his lips.

He lowered his head, opened the floor, and gritted his teeth tightly, preventing himself from making a sound. The hatred in his heart surged like a volcano erupting.

"Zhuang Fan, I remember this knife. In the future, I want you to repay it a hundred times! If you don't take revenge, you will not be a human being."

In his heart, Zhuang Yi did not forget the purpose of his arrival. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Five...Fifth Elder, I want to know the reason, why?" Because of the pain, his voice was a little weak.

His brows moved slightly, and the fifth elder was silent. After a while, his hoarse voice rang again, "Because, you are not qualified to enter the Wu Pavilion."

"I am already a martial artist." He spoke too quickly and caused his injuries. Zhuang Yi's lips trembled for a moment, and the last word was a bit dislosy.

"Yes, you are already a martial artist." The fifth elder slowly opened his eyes, his turbid old eyes, and looked at the resoluteness on Zhuang Yi's face indifferently, "But you are not a member of the Zhuang family."

"Before I was fourteen years old, I was still a dealer. As long as I was a dealer for one day, I was qualified." Zhuang Yi was a little excited, his fists clenched, his wounds cracked, and blood gushed out. But he seemed to be unaware of it.

The fifth elder was unmoved, "But after you were fourteen years old, you will not be the case. I will not let someone who will leave the dealer in the future learn the martial arts of my dealer."

"You go." After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Zhuang Yi's pale face changed a few times, and finally, he fixed on the old figure. He clenched his fists and slowly let go. Finally, he said nothing and turned away from the room.

He knew that the fifth elder was determined to not allow him to enter the Wu Pavilion. No matter how much he begged, it would be useless. Without the elder's consent, he could not enter the Wu Pavilion and learn martial arts.

The moment Zhuang Yi walked out of the door, behind him, the fifth elder suddenly opened his eyes, and happiness and hatred were intertwined and flashed in his eyes.

A strange laugh that made people feel cold and sounded in his throat, "Zhuang Lingtian, when you destroyed my right hand that day, did you think that your descendants would be today?"

Walking out of the Wu Pavilion gate, Zhuang Yi suddenly stopped and turned to look at the horizontal plaque, two large characters of dragons and phoenixes dancing on the Wu Pavilion were clearly above. The three characters "Zhuang Lingtian" in the lower right corner were the characters "Zhuang Lingtian".

A sarcastic smile rose on the corner of Zhuang Yi's mouth.

This Wu Pavilion was built by my grandfather when he was the leader of the clan. Unexpectedly, decades later, as his legitimate grandson, I didn’t even have the qualifications to enter Wu Pavilion. What a irony.

Withdrew his gaze, Zhuang Yi held his head up and walked outside.

"The dealer, you are the ones who have lost to me. In the future, I will come back to seek justice for myself. At that time, I will make all of you regret everything you have done to me today."

A heavy oath rang in the heart of the boy.
Chapter completed!