When Xiao Yun asked about Xiao Bairong thirty years ago, Elder Hanyan sighed.

"Why did Alliance Leader Xiao try to harm the martial arts world thirty years ago?" Xiao Yun asked.

"This matter is strange. Thirty years ago, Alliance Leader Xiao seemed to be possessed by a demon, slaughtering the martial arts world, but sometimes he was clear-headed and wise, and the specific reason was unknown."

"What is my last wish of Alliance Leader Xiao?"

"Give up the martial arts world a peace and end the chaotic martial arts dispute, but it's so difficult. The leader left a suicide note in which it contains detailed records."

"Where is the suicide note?" Xiao Yun asked.

"I don't know!"

"Sir Xiao has a daughter, where is she now?"

Xiao Yun's heart was pounding. He wanted to hear the affirmative answer, because he was his only relative in the world. Even the Blood Fairy Butterfly, the bloodthirsty demon who was despised by everyone in the martial arts world, would forgive her because he was his sister and his only relative. This was what his adoptive father once said in his letter that he had an older sister, half-brother, but the whereabouts of this sister were unknown.

In fact, Xiao Yun's heart no longer rejected Xiao Bairong as his father, because Feng Xiaoyi's evidence was very certain. It was a marriage contract between the parents of both parties. The suicide note also stated that he found his fiancée and his life background was Dabai, but Xiao Yun did not recognize Bai Xiaodie's mother, not only because after Xiao Bairong died, she also killed her adopted father who had raised her for eight years. There was also a sentence in the letter left by her adoptive father: His father was clear and his mother was not determined.

My father and mother are not determined!

Xiao Yun didn't understand at the beginning, and once asked Hua Qingying, who was one year younger than him. Hua Qingying casually explained: "Your father is clear and accurate, but your mother may not be, that is, your mother may not be your mother!"

The mother is not necessarily a mother, that is, if his son of Xiao Bairong, then Bai Xiaodie is not necessarily his mother. There are other hidden stories here, but there are clear records in "Nangong Notes" that there were two women with extremely ambiguous relationships with Xiao Bairong. Perhaps he was born to one of Xiao Bairong and these two women.

Xiao Yun always thought that he had no relatives to live in the world. When he heard Ye Keqing's words, he was ecstatic. He hoped that his sister would still be alive, even if it was a Blood Fairy Butterfly, was it just that Mingji Island on the Blood Fairy Disc? Is she a descendant of Xiao Bairong or was she entrusted by someone?

"Xiao Bairong has a daughter, but she died a long time ago, and the bones were buried by the old man. It should be true, so Xiao Bairong's successor is absolutely amazing!"

"What? How could it be?" Xiao Yun was suddenly a little disappointed.

The hope of rising in Xiao Yun's heart was extinguished again, which was a kind of despair that was as if he was dead.

"Twenty years ago, the 100th birthday of the young master after his birth, a battle in Xiaojiazhai at the foot of Tiandao Mountain caused your sister to be different from her body and head." Elder Hanyan had already identified Xiao Yun as Xiao Bairong's son.

Xiao Yun also knew about this because Feng Xiaoyi said that she had seen her sister being killed with her own eyes, and her sister was also protecting her and dying, which became the inner demon that Feng Xiaoyi has been entangled with.

"Can you tell me in detail about the war?" Xiao Yun asked.

The elder slowly looked up and looked outside the secret room. The memories of the past gradually emerged in his mind...

He spoke slowly, telling what he knew twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago was the most peaceful twenty years in the martial arts world, but in these twenty years it was the twenty years that made countless martial arts people feel the most depressed and humiliated, because twenty years ago, Xiao Bairong swept the martial arts world, allowing countless martial arts celebrities to disappear with their secret treasures and peerless martial arts.

Bai Xiaodie was happy to have Lin'er, and martial arts people congratulated her. That day was the 100-day period of Lin'er.

All major sects in the martial arts world came to celebrate, including the Shaolin Sect, Wudang Sect, Kunlun Sect, Emei Sect, Kongtong Sect, and Wuyue Sword Sect. In addition, there are small sects such as Xingsuhai, Blood Sword Sect, Diancang Sect, Jianhu Sect, Taosha Sect, and even small forces such as Dongsheng Escort Agency and Guangsheng Martial Arts Hall.

At this time, the leader of the martial arts world, Xiao Bairong, returned to Xiaojiazhai a few days ago. Because he only heard about Lin'er's 100th birthday not long ago, he hurried from southern Xinjiang.

Xiaojiazhai was very lively for a while, and Xiao Bairong was expressionless and sat in the lobby. He was beside him, but the sword saint Yuan Songzhu and sword saint Feng Yufeng, and other martial arts people came to pay homage.

Various congratulations were heard in an endless stream, but Xiao Bairong's face seemed even more gloomy.

"Why don't the leader ask his wife to bring the young master to me and wait for a look at the holy face?" But it was the representative of Huashan.

Xiao Bairong had no expression on his face, but he still nodded.

A moment later, a maid came to the hall with Lin'er in her arms. The heroes came forward to watch and all took out gifts to congratulate each other.

A Shaolin representative held Lin'er in his arms, watched for a while, handed Lin'er to the Wudang representative, and passed it to the hands of Kunlun, Kongtong, Emei and other sects. Among them, the representative of Kunlun sect was the great elder Han Yan.

After the news, Lin'er finally fell into the hands of the representatives of the Taishan Sect.

The representative of the Taishan School held Lin'er in his arms and looked at it carefully, but he praised him every word, and everyone around him nodded and praised him frequently.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The representative of Taishan said and walked, but he was holding Lin'er and wanted to hand it over to the maid.

The maid stepped forward and everyone left the way forward, but unexpectedly, the representative of Mount Tai suddenly released a ball of black smoke. The black smoke came together, and there was a constant cough. It turned out that the black smoke was poisonous.

Suddenly the scene was in chaos, and the representative of the Taishan Sect took the opportunity to carry Lin'er through the window and disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The poisonous black smoke filled the way, blocking the pursuit of the martial arts heroes. Almost everyone was already suffering from poisonous disasters, coughing continuously, and falling into dust with weakness.

At this moment, a figure came out from the black smoke. It was the sword Shengyuan Songzhu standing beside Xiao Bairong.

Suddenly, the unparalleled energy swept across the sky, and the sword saint Feng Yufeng actually swept away the poisonous smoke with his robe sleeve.

"Third brother, this Taishan Sect is really hateful. He dares to snatch Lin'er!" Feng Yufeng was furious.

Xiao Bairong was still sitting upright without saying anything, but slowly stood up but headed towards the back hall.

The back hall is the residence of the family and the female family, which is the inner house. Everyone guessed that Xiao Bairong was afraid that he was concerned about his wife's safety, so he went to the inner house.

When Xiao Bairong went to the inner house, it was naturally difficult for all the martial arts people to follow, and they were all poisoned and needed to detoxify. For a moment, the entire banquet hall turned out to be in a mess.

At this moment, there were suddenly dozens of men in black outside Xiaojia Village, each holding sharp weapons, and suddenly broke into the villa.

These dozens of people are possessed by demons, and they are killed when they see others.

Feng Yufeng was still in the banquet hall, so he naturally took action to resist the group of men in black, but these men in black were also masters of artistic conception, which made Feng Yufeng in danger for a moment.

The sword saint Feng Yufeng's hand was named Bingyu. There were no sword spikes on the hilt of Bingyu's sword, but there were two dolls hanging. The doll was a woman's appearance, but the two dolls were the same woman, but one smiled happily and the other was solemn and solemn.

The ice rain is like ice and water, emitting a light blue light, passing through the air like raindrops coming from the sky.

The sword energy fell like a pouring rain and it was like a sudden drop in the rain. It actually resisted the attack of more than a dozen people with one person's strength. Although it was a hard battle, it would not be defeated for a moment.

Feng Yufeng shouted angrily, and his hands were ruthless as he waved Bingyu in his hand. The sword force suddenly turned sharply and Zixiao's sword technique suddenly took action.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!