When Hu Ping was yelling, Hu Tianjun wanted to cover his face with his hands and say that he didn't know Hu Ping!
This son!
Although he is his biological son!
After Hu Ping did so many absurd and violent things when he became an adult, Hu Tianjun also once doubted whether this was his own seed - so, while Hu Ping was still in his mother's belly, he had already used a secret method to check it.
Once again, under the premise of confirming the bloodline inheritance, Hu Tianjun secretly took Hu Ping's bloodline and asked a powerful divination expert to help him verify the parent-child relationship!
Facts have proved that Hu Ping is his own species!
Hu Tianjun felt so aggrieved... He had thrown Hu Ping into the cruelest training camp in the photo studio several times, and secretly arranged for Hu Ping to go on the most dangerous mission.
Anyway, I have many sons. It is understandable that one of my sons died in the training camp, or died in a front-line assassination mission. There are so many high-level executives in the photo studio, and which high-level executive has not had three, five, six, or eight children die in his family?
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But Hu Ping got through it time and time again!
His cultivation level is not very high, he does not have many magic weapons with him, his connections in the building are not very wide, and he does not have many followers outside. Among Hu Tianjun's children, Hu Ping is the worst in terms of strength and influence.
But he just survived those damn training camps and dangerous missions.
And the more he was tortured, the more surly, cruel, twisted, and weird Hu Ping's character became. In the end, Hu Tianjun didn't bother to pay attention to his son, and just let him roam free, treating him as a wild animal that had nothing to do with him.
Dogs, go wherever you like, and die wherever you like!
This time, Hu Bu asked for urgent help for his eldest son. Hu Tianjun was so anxious!
He has been in the position of the poster for so many years, and his cultivation has also entered the half-step heaven and human realm in the past few years. According to the inheritance rules of the photo studio, he should abdicate and let Hu Buwei take over as the poster.
As a member of the group of elders of the photo studio, I will live in seclusion and exist as the foundation of the photo studio.
Therefore, after receiving the report from his younger brother Hu Tianxiong, Hu Tianjun was anxious - his eldest son, second son, and third son were all trapped in a hidden pile stronghold near Huiyanlin. If something happened to these three sons...
Well, he still has feelings for his son, especially a genius son like Hu Buwei who has performed extremely well. Hu Tianjun has a deep father-son relationship!
If something happened to Hu Buwei, he wouldn't be able to accept it.
What he couldn't accept even more was that if something happened to Hu Buwei, whom he had trained as the heir, it was very likely that the position of the poster would fall into the hands of Hu Tianxiong and the sons of several other brothers!
Whether the next poster is his own son or his own nephew, the difference is huge, huge!
For example, if Hu Tianjun abdicates and joins the elders, he says to the new landlord, "Find me some pretty and cute maids." If his own son becomes the new landlord, then there will definitely be a large group of people displaying their beauty and beauty.
A lovely, gentle and obedient girl who knows how to serve others is presented to you!
If a nephew sits on the poster's throne... Haha, it doesn't necessarily matter what kind of person it is presented to him.
Perhaps, he would respectfully send him a large group of wives with fists that can stand on people, arms that can run horses, big shoulders and round waists that are good for childbearing? And they would also call them euphemistically - they are good at hard work, quick and capable, and capable?
Because of the above reasons, Hu Tianjun nervously selected his troops and followed him to the Sword Washing Pond to rescue his precious son. As the owner of the first floor, he could easily enter the territory of the Sword Gate. Hu Tianjun felt that there was no big problem.
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He and the current headmaster of Jianmen have been friends since childhood.
Hu Tianjun is even a registered disciple of Jianmen.
When he was a child, he really learned swordsmanship at Jianmen.
He even served as a companion to the current headmaster of Jianmen.
Therefore, Hu Tianjun felt that he would definitely not be welcomed when he came to Jianmen's territory, because the reputation of the photo studio was not very good. However, he would definitely not be in danger.
One is the friendship between myself and Jianmen.
One, his reputation as the owner of the photo studio is quite intimidating. Even if it is Jianmen, they will never form a deadly feud with the photo studio for no reason. Hu Tianjun is sure of this.
The sky couldn't help but Hu Tianjun came all the way in a hurry. Before he could find his three precious sons, he actually bumped into a certain 'bastard'!
Hu Tianjun's heart ached slightly, his throat felt slightly sweet, and his right hand was trembling and itchy. He wanted to draw his sword and poke eighteen transparent holes in Hu Ping's body, which was covered in blood.
Hu Tianjun, who has always been decisive in killing, had not thought about how to deal with the situation in front of him. Dozens of sword lights suddenly landed, and a group of Sword Sect disciples surrounded the small sampan that was more than ten feet long. One after another, they were fierce.
The sword intent raged across the water, cutting deep cracks one after another on the water near the sampan.
Densely white cracks covered the water surface. As the sword intent rose, these cracks did not heal for a long time.
"Is this deceiver your son?" A direct disciple of Wutong Old Man, whom everyone in Jianmen calls him 'Hanyu Weng', is a middle-aged man who looks a bit older, with gray hair and beard, and looks at him with an unkind expression.
Hu Tianjun.
A group of Sword Sect disciples were very curious and kept scanning the faces of Hu Tianjun and Hu Ping. This, how do I say this? Hu Tianjun looks good and has an extraordinary bearing. His clothes and clothes give people an inexplicable feeling.
The demeanor of a 'humble gentleman and a wealthy man'.
And what about Hu Ping?
This is a mad dog that is covered in blood, dirty and tattered after being beaten crazily by dozens of its kind!
Are these two father and son?
Their looks and temperaments don’t match very well!
Hu Tianjun hesitated and remained silent, not wanting to answer this question.
Hu Ping was roaring crazily, shouting happily: "Dad, dear dad, you are here... Ha, of course he is my dear father, he is my dear father, Hu Tianjun, the owner of the photo studio, you are not
Have you heard his name?"
"Hahaha, you are dead, you are dead... Dad, kill them, kill them! I know that as soon as you go out, there will be at least twelve elders and three hundred supreme assassins accompanying you. I don't know about the other scoundrels.
How many!"
"Killing these people is easy!"
"There is a painting boat in front, and there is a girl dressed as a man in it. You must capture her alive for me. I will control her well and arrange her into eighteen hundred different looks!"
"Hey, dad, let me tell you, I recently learned a new way to play. Hehe, that girl fell into my hands... Do you want to learn it?"
There was a loud clang, and sword lights appeared around dozens of Jianmen disciples, and the dense sword intent directly enveloped Hu Tianjun's body.
Han Yuweng's pupils condensed. He looked at Hu Ping who was shouting. Thousands of extremely fine cold lights appeared inexplicably around him. The pale white light points flew rapidly around him, as if there were a cloud of icy raindrops in the strong wind.
galloping.
He was very surprised, and at the same time looked at Hu Tianjun with great curiosity: "Is it really the contemporary owner of the photo studio who is in front of him? Is this son really the owner's son?"
Hu Tianjun touched the jade flute on his belt with his right hand.
He was thinking about murder and silence.
Really...Hu Ping's son, Hu Tianjun has given up on him since he showed all kinds of absurd and unbelievable temperaments. Even to the outside world, Hu Tianjun does not admit that he has such a son.
Hu Ping has always done evil and wantonly on the territory secretly controlled by the photo studio, but rarely went to other sects' territories to cause trouble and cause embarrassment.
This time, the disgrace was on Jianmen's territory.
Hu Tianjun was hesitating whether to admit that Hu Ping was his son?
Isn't it a bit unworthy to fall out with Jianmen for such a son who is "like an animal"...that's wrong, who is "not as good as an animal"?
Han Yuweng frowned: "Who are you?"
Hu Ping was carried by several Jianmen disciples and cheered loudly in the air: "He is my father, my father Hu Tianjun, the current owner of the photo studio... You don't believe it? You pulled open his pants and there are three moles on his left buttocks.
, exactly in the shape of an equilateral triangle."
Hu Ping smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a thin line: "When I was a child, my father went to my mother's room, and I secretly saw it, hey!"
Han Yuweng's face twitched violently.
A group of Jianmen disciples looked at Hu Ping and Hu Tianjun with dumbfounded eyes. They all tightened their faces and tried not to laugh.
If the gentle and elegant middle-aged man in front of me is really the feared photo studio owner in the Yuan Lingtian cultivation world... Hehe, hehe, he will kill people and silence him, right? He will definitely kill people and silence him, right?
Many Jianmen disciples have already prepared to warn Jiancheng. As long as Hu Tianjun makes the slightest move, they will immediately warn and then spread the news to all directions that the photo studio owner has three moles on his buttocks and that it was his son who revealed it in public.
go out.
Hu Tianjun looked up at the sky.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the wind is high and the air is crisp. High in the sky, there are floating peaks swaying slowly to and fro. There are flying boats and battleships that are emptying their air. There are also terrifying masters in long robes and long sleeves, wearing high crowns, with a chilling breath.
He raised his hands and stood on top of the cloud, looking around.
Because of this moment of stay, because Han Yuweng led a group of disciples to surround the small sampan, there was already a suspended mountain peak in the sky, twelve thousand-foot giant ships, and four robes and big sleeves, and their aura had obviously reached half the level.
The masters of Bu Tian Ren Realm turned their attention here.
Hu Tianjun took a deep, deep breath.
With the sound of his inhalation, an extremely dark mana fluctuation that could not be detected by outsiders flashed away on his body.
The three natural moles on his left buttock were obliterated by his magical powers.
No one in the world can let the owner of a photo studio expose his buttocks in public to prove his innocence...
Whether these three moles exist or not is not important to Hu Tianjun!
But Hu Tianjun still resolutely smoothed away these three moles that had been with him for thousands of years... Really, this, this...
Hu Tianjun wanted to shout at the memorial tablets of his ancestors in his photo studio: "Ancestors, open your eyes... just strike this beast to death with one strike of lightning!"
After exhaling heavily, Hu Tianjun closed his eyes.
"You guys, let me go. Otherwise, don't blame me..."
The next moment, the flying swords of all the Jianmen disciples surrounding the small sampan, including Han Yuweng, and dozens of Jianmen disciples, shattered into pieces and exploded into countless crumbs.
