The middle-aged man's simple words once again made everyone who had suffered countless shocks feel like they were struck by lightning.
They thought for a moment that the second Tang Pingfan was also a parallel importer and a pawn arranged by a certain force.
But now, as the middle-aged man wiped off the camouflage on his face, revealing his features and face with one missing ear, everyone was in a trance.
It's okay for someone to pretend to be Tang Pingfan and Tang Beixuan, but it's not necessary to pretend to be a mediocre Tang Shi'er.
This shows that 99% of the Tang Shi'er in front of you is genuine.
The guy in front of me is really Tang Shi'er, so the voice he just called himself Tang Pingfan is no longer fake.
Because everyone knows Tang Shi'er's feelings for Tang Pingfan.
He would never allow anyone to damage Tang Pingfan's reputation.
Moreover, the silence of Chen Yuanyuan and Secretary Jiang invisibly corroborated Tang Shi'er's words.
Oh my God, Tang Shi'er is alive, Tang Pingfan is alive, and Gaotai has a substitute.
This Tang Clan gathering is too much for the prime ministers of the Six Kingdoms.
But what shocked them the most was the words Master Tianzang.
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan also looked at the fake Tang Pingfan on the high platform in disbelief.
Their brains are almost short-circuited. Even if the fake Tang Pingfan is not one of the two rabbits, he can't be Master Tianzang?
Master Tianzang is so powerful and aloof, how could he lower his authority and impersonate Tang Pingfan to control the Tang clan?
And didn’t Master Tianzang die in a volcanic eruption?
But Tang Shi'er would never lie.
Is that a cover-up?
"Husband, I'm sorry, I almost hurt you."
Thinking that the fake Tang Pingfan was Master Tianzang, Song Hongyan felt frightened in her heart.
Ye Fan almost lost his life by underestimating the enemy.
"Wife, it's none of your business."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "It was me who drifted."
To deal with the enemy, you should use all your strength when fighting a liger or a rabbit. When you rush to the high platform, you should give the opponent a dragon-slaying technique.
In the end, he just carried a samurai sword and chopped it down.
Ye Fan felt that he was arrogant.
Then he asked again: "Honey, is this Tang Shi'er real?"
"What? Are you still worried about the enemy's game within the game?"
Song Hongyan smiled: "The governor of Kawaguchi and the others are all dead, so it should no longer be a bitter trick."
"There is a limit to the bitter meat scheme. It is impossible to fill it with so many elites."
"And the fake Tang Pingfan has already taken control of the situation just now. As long as he kills both of us with one palm, he and Chen Yuanyuan can continue to control the whole situation."
Song Hongyan made a judgment: "Besides, the enemy will not save us even if they use a bitter trick."
Ye Fan nodded slightly: "It makes sense!"
"Another point is that these people kill each other as soon as they meet. This is indeed Tang Shi'er's style."
Song Hongyan added: "Like Tang Pingfan, he likes to strike first."
"Too!"
Ye Fan nodded again, then there was a hint of worry:
"If the impostor is really Tianzang, can Tang Shi'er and the others absolutely control the situation?"
The power of a heavenly master is comparable to a small nuclear explosion. Ye Fan feels that he does not need the skill of slaying dragons, and even ten of him are no match for him.
Song Hongyan said softly: "Don't worry, if my father is really alive, he will definitely be able to restrain Tianzang."
"And when he kills people, martial arts is always the last resort."
She narrowed her eyes: "Position is his best trump card."
Ye Fan smiled, shook Song Hongyan's hand, said nothing, and turned to look at Tang Shi'er and the others.
Everyone present, like Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, kept looking back and forth between Tang Shi'er and Master Tianzang.
"Master Tianzang, after all these years, you still can't get over the hurdle in your heart?"
At this time, the indifferent and majestic voice came from the door of the venue again:
"Does the trauma left by Old Sect Master Ye on you during the battle have to be washed away with the blood of the children of China?"
"Otherwise, with your current status and martial arts skills, why would you do such a dirty thing as impersonating me to control the Tang Sect?"
"Master, you shouldn't have come, you shouldn't have done this."
"This not only destroyed my respect for you, but also forced me to fight you to the death."
"What a pity."
As this voice sounded, a large number of men and women in gray slowly poured into the door.
After they entered the venue, they joined Tang Shi'er and others and surrounded the entire large platform.
Then three more men and one woman walked in.
An old man in black holding a dark spear.
A large, burly man holding a red axe.
A foreign woman carrying red feathers and white arrows.
There was also a hairy middle-aged man holding a heavy steel shield.
Each one of them is wearing camouflage, not showing their true face, as if they don’t want others to focus on their facial features.
They seemed to be similar to the other guards, but Ye Fan could clearly feel the faint aura of strong men on them.
It was tempered by countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Ye Fan secretly exclaimed that they were not simple.
These people did not disperse after entering, but turned slightly sideways to face the door.
Then, a familiar figure came into view.
Tang Pingfan, dressed in gray clothes, walked in with an indifferent expression.
Tang Shi'er hurriedly greeted him: "Brother!"
Song Hongyan also smiled happily and shouted: "Dad!"
Ye Fan also stood up and said hello: "Master Tang!"
More than 800 nephews and nephews of the Tang Sect who were paralyzed on the ground gathered their strength and knelt on the ground: "Welcome to the Master of the Tang Sect!"
Some prestige, some blood ties, can make people believe instinctively without force or verification.
"Long time no see everyone!"
Tang Pingfan nodded slightly to everyone, and then looked at Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
That face without much emotion smiled indulgently at Ye Fan and Song Hongyan:
"Ye Fan, Hongyan, you have worked hard these days."
He didn't say long time no see, obviously he had been paying attention to the two of them these days.
Tang Ruoxue sighed quietly when she saw this, her heart was indescribably complicated.
"Dad, welcome back!"
Song Hongyan looked at her father who had come back from the dead and was even thinner than before. She strode forward with a complicated expression and gave him a hug.
This is what I say for myself, for my mother, and for the Tang Clan.
Tang Pingfan was a little uncomfortable with this harmonious relationship at first, but soon enjoyed the family happiness of father and daughter reuniting.
He patted Song Hongyan's back gently: "I'm so ashamed of you and Mark, asking you to shoulder the mess."
Song Hongyan smiled lightly: "It's all over. It's not important anymore. What's important is that you come back alive."
"Yes, it's all over, and Tang Clan will get better again."
Tang Pingfan smiled, then looked at Ye Fan and said: "Ye Fan, you are very good, very good."
There was a lot of praise, but in the end it turned into two words: "very good", which is difficult to express in words. It is the highest praise for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled: "No, it's not good at all. Without the Tang Sect Master, there are too many ghosts and ghosts in the Tang Sect, leaving the beauties to work hard."
"Hahaha, you love Hongyan so much, it seems she was right to marry you."
Tang Pingfan laughed again, and then patted Ye Fan on the shoulder:
"Okay, after I finish handling tonight's affairs, we can have a good chat as a family."
After he finished speaking, he slowly stepped forward with his hands behind his back, his eyes still falling on Master Tianzang's face and he said with a smile:
"Master, my true self has appeared, but you are still wearing a simulated mask. Isn't it bad?"
Tang Pingfan never glanced at Chen Yuanyuan and Secretary Jiang from beginning to end, and seemed not to take the two women seriously at all.
Chen Yuanyuan and Secretary Jiang looked gloomy and fearful, and Tang Pingfan's pressure prevented them from saying a word.
Only when they saw Master Tianzang, their eyes also had a glimmer of hope.
Upon hearing Tang Pingfan's question, Master Tianzang was silent at first, and then sighed:
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. I can be you, and you can be me."
"All scripts are written by the victors."
"So it doesn't matter what I look like now."
Master Tianzang said calmly: "The important thing is victory."
Tang Pingfan nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Master's words make sense. It doesn't matter what face or identity you have."
"What matters is who survives tonight."
"It's just that I'm still curious, why did the master lower his identity and impersonate me to take charge of the Tang Sect?"
He smiled: "Although you are just a backup plan to replace me, does it still mean that you have this intention?"
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan also nodded slightly, unable to imagine that Master Tianzang would do such a thing.
The Tang Clan has a mortal feud with the Yang State, but the fight and killings never get the chance of Master Tianzang, who has many resources and a superior status.
Master Tianzang remained calm: "This is my destiny."
"Fate?"
Tang Pingfan smiled noncommittally and said, "I can't see it."
"If it was really fate, the master would have taken action personally when we were hunting thousands of miles away."
"Is it true that the rumor that the master soaked in golden potion and broke through, but was forcibly broken in by Keimiya Masako and injured his basic martial arts skills, is about to decline?"
"You know you don't have much time left, so you surrender to Hengcheng and his party and take charge of the Tang Clan to bring harm to China and buy the Yang Kingdom time to develop?"
Tang Pingfan pointed directly at the Buddha's heart and shouted:
