Who doesn’t know the entire sword energy mountain? No one who offended this young master of Yunling Sect is better.

Whether it is the third-rate sect or the Xuanyang Sect, the leader of the six sects, the endings are similar. They are either dismantled or destroyed.

Of course, if a demon comes here, Wang Fuqiang will definitely not sit idly by, but he obviously cannot feel any demonic energy or ghost energy, so he can directly eliminate it, which should be just an internal problem of these martial artists in the martial arts world.

Restaurant.

When several men returned to the restaurant, the old man pulled a stool and sat in front of the restaurant, waiting for the people to come back.

When several men saw the help so serious, they couldn't help but frown.

The man with a stubble face asked with a smile: "Old leader, this is..."

The old man looked gloomy and said, "I know what you were thinking about. I'm very clear about what happened before. But this time, I really can't let you do whatever you want."

Several men looked at each other and narrowed their eyes.

The old man continued: "Although these people seem to be unfair, in my experience, they should not be ordinary people. In the mountains and rivers of sword energy, people who use swords are either very strong or just fake. But you have also seen that these people are all equipped with the same swords and wear the same clothes, so it is obvious that they are sect cultivators. If they are not good enough, they are sword cultivators from a major sect. I have heard that although the major sects have retreated to Xuanyang Sect, there are still many cultivators who are responsible for taking care of the people along the way."

The man with a stubble face frowned and said, "It shouldn't be that right?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Although it's just a guess, at this time, be careful to sail a ten thousand-year-old ship, not afraid of ten thousand, but fear that if we can't afford to gamble, we will take the lives of so many brothers for a while, it's not worth it."

Everyone frowned.

The old gang leader said this, and they didn't have much to say.

The man with a stubble face thought for a while, nodded and said, "Since the old leader has said that, then brothers will endure it."

The old gang leader nodded, got up and walked towards the house, and soon a girl was supported by thousands of people.

The remaining martial artists stood there and then dispersed. The man with a stubble face looked at the back of the old gang leader, squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyelids twitched gently.

The old gang leader once said that to do big things, you have to learn to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens.

He remembered this sentence for many years and followed it for many years. Now, it seems that he can finally stop holding on to it immediately.

The old gang leader had a son, but he was seriously injured and died in a chassis battle. Now the old gang leader is approaching, and it is hard to say whether he can live to Xuanyang Sect this time. The only people he can trust is himself and his granddaughter who has not grown well.

Before the old gang leader died, he would definitely pass the position of the gang leader to his granddaughter, and would definitely create a story like entrusting his orphans, and he would naturally be the one who would entrust him to the end.

By that time, whether it was the Xueqing Gang or the young leader who looked pretty decent, they were all in his pocket.

Thinking of this, he felt a little better.

In the restaurant.

After the old gang leader was helped by his granddaughter, he looked back and then looked at his granddaughter beside him, thinking about something.
Chapter completed!