For a moment, he opened his eyes wide.

There was a rustling sound, and when he looked, the window paper was torn, and a wisp of purple smoke blew in.

Poisonous fog?

Zhao Yun held his breath, opened his eyes and glanced out the window. He could see a man in black. Even though his face was covered, he could not escape his prying eyes. He was an acquaintance, the six-fingered man. He was restless again and came to assassinate him again.

, most likely following the order of the great elder to take his life.

"I jumped out before I could take care of you."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, escaped from the ground, sneaked underground, and walked around to the outside of the room.

Buzz!

Before he came out, he heard a buzzing sound and a spear with considerable power flew out of nowhere.

The six-fingered man suddenly changed his expression and turned around.

But it was too late, the spear had arrived, and he was nailed to the wall with one spear.

Only then did Zhao Yun see who had done it, it was his father Zhao Yuan!

"Boy, you are so brave."

Zhao Yuan said calmly, walking out of the darkness step by step, his expression cold and unusual.

As early as when the man in black entered the small garden, he had already noticed. Do you really think that Zhao Yuan at this moment is still in the Xuanyang realm? The peak Ksitigarbha's perception is incomparable to that in the Xuanyang realm.

"It's better for father to act quickly."

Zhao Yun smiled and escaped from the underground.

"You're not slow to react."

Zhao Yuan smiled and patted Zhao Yun's shoulder. Even if he didn't come, the six-fingered man couldn't kill his son.

The reason why I took action was that I wanted to ask personally.

The six-fingered man struggled fiercely and couldn't break free of the war spear, feeling depressed in his heart.

After working for a long time, Zhao Yun was not in the room;

After doing this for a long time, why are these two men just shutting the door and beating the dog?

And he, the dog, jumped into the pit by himself.

Depression is a small thing, but fear is a big thing. If you are caught red-handed, you can imagine the consequences.

"Should you say it yourself, or should I teach you to say it?" Zhao Yuan said calmly.

"If I tell you, can you spare my life?" The six-fingered man's face turned pale.

"Do you have the capital to negotiate terms?" Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.

"Yes...it's the great elder."

"Back then, he was the one who lured the lone wolf into the Zhao family."

"It was he who ordered me to kill Zhao Yun."

The six-fingered man trembled and confessed, everything.

"Yun'er, take a rest early."

Zhao Yuan smiled gently and took the six-fingered man away with one hand.

He originally had a smile on his face, but the moment he turned around, he became cold and slightly ferocious. The hatred and resentment that he had suppressed over the years, the anger and injuries that he had accumulated, all turned into a bone-chilling killing intent.

"Father." Zhao Yun stepped forward to catch up.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Zhao Yuan didn't turn around, but two figures jumped in from outside the wall. They were both direct descendants of Xuanyang Peak. Zhao Yun had also seen them. In terms of seniority, he had to call them uncle.

"Young Master, take a rest early."

The two uncles, who usually smile and laugh, looked a little cold tonight.

Zhao Yun frowned, saying he was taking a rest, but in fact... he didn't want him to leave this small garden.

Obviously, this is his father's order.

Soon, the clear bell rang through the Zhao family.

It's a family bell.

It would only ring when something big happened to the clan, but tonight it sounded like a death knell.

Too many people were awakened. The clan elders and children all gathered in the ancestral hall. It was completely dark. More than half of them didn't know who rang the clan bell in the middle of the night. Only when they came did they find out that it was Zhao Yuan who rang the clan bell and it was standing in the ancestral hall.

In front of him, with his back to the tribesmen, he was still holding a bloody six-fingered man in his hand.

"Who is that... that the patriarch is holding in his hand!"

Many people were surprised that they were able to stay calm even after traveling so far away, because tonight Zhao Yuan's murderous intent was so strong that it made people's hearts tremble. He was not only the head of the family, but also a genuine Ksitigarbha Realm. Not to mention the first level of Xuanyang Realm, even Xuanyang

At the highest peak, everyone feels depressed.

"Damn."

When the great elder saw this, his heart skipped a beat, the matter was revealed.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around, leaving the green hills without worrying about having no firewood.

"Are you leaving?"

Zhao Yuan said calmly, still not turning around.

However, there was a lot of whistling sound in the darkness.

It was the guards of the Zhao family, neatly arranged in three rows, blocking the open space outside the ancestral hall. The great elder and others who wanted to escape were all stopped one by one.

At this point, Zhao Yuan turned around and threw the six-fingered man down the steps.

"Zhao Yuan, what are you doing?"

The great elder gave a cold scolding, forcibly raising his spirits.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Yuan carried the killing sword and walked down the steps step by step. With each step he took, his murderous intention became stronger.

The great elder was afraid and stepped back step by step. Being stared at by Zhao Yuan was like being stared at by the god of death.
Chapter completed!