There was a hint of helplessness on the old man's face: "Who knows, hey... who did our Wumeng Sword Sect provoke, and this unexpected disaster happened..."
The middle-aged man frowned and said in a low voice: "Those two people are now living in our Sword Sect. They are causing us so much harm that we can't do anything about it. It's almost like waiting to die..."
The old man's face, which originally had many wrinkles, became more and more wrinkled because of his sadness: "I guess these two people should be people from some big power, and they are definitely not the only ones. Although they are powerful, they are
It is definitely not the opponent of Qingzhu Villa, which is a powerful existence that destroyed the Odin Sword Sect..."
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "That's what I guessed too, but even if we know, we can't change the status quo. The conflict with Qingzhu Villa has already been caused, and their people have been killed. I'm afraid this grudge cannot be resolved..."
After a slight hesitation, the middle-aged man stared at the old man and said, "Father, what do you think we should do now?"
The old man slumped into the chair behind him and sighed: "What can we do? The two of them can easily destroy our entire Sword Sect. They live in the Sword Sect, so we have to obey their orders.
Now we can only hope that they can complete their goal, so that maybe we can still have a way to survive, otherwise, I am afraid we will be innocent victims."
The middle-aged man frowned and sighed heavily, his voice full of sadness.
Just when the two people were speechless, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded, and soon there was a knock on the door: "Sect Master, the people from Qingzhu Villa have arrived at our mountain gate!"
The middle-aged man and the old man both stood up suddenly, looking at each other with shock that could not be concealed.
The middle-aged man strode out, opened the door, stared at the male disciple announcing at the door, and asked nervously: "How many people are coming, and who is coming?"
The male disciple also had an unconcealed panic on his face. Everyone knew about the recent conflict between Wumeng Sword Sect and Qingzhu Villa. Everyone was nervous and confused in their hearts, and none of them could figure out why Wumeng Sect.
The Sword Sect wants to go against Qingzhu Villa. After all, Qingzhu Villa is rumored to have several emperor-level experts. Even the Odin Sword Sect was destroyed by them. Isn't the Wumeng Sword Sect seeking death by provoking Qingzhu Villa?
"There are two people, one old and one young. The young man has a green bamboo mask on his face. He should be Qingzhu, the owner of Qingzhu Villa."
The middle-aged man was shocked: "Qingzhu! Did he come in person?"
The male disciple nodded and said: "Yes, the other one is an old man, but I don't know his identity... They said they want to see you, the sect leader."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I understand. Please ask them to go to the hall first. I will be here soon."
The male disciple left quickly. The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the old man and shouted anxiously: "Father, I will receive them first. You quickly go to the back to find those two people and tell them the news about Qingzhu's arrival.
They quickly find a way to deal with it, otherwise, we may be the ones who die."
The old man nodded, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he turned back and warned: "Be careful not to fight with the other party. Hold them back first."
The old man quickly walked to the small courtyard at the back, where two people lived.
Two people whom the old man secretly hated, two strong men who came uninvited.
It was they who knocked down all the strong men of the Wumeng Sword Sect with three punches and two kicks, and then threatened them to listen to them, otherwise they would kill the Wumeng Sword Sect completely.
It was these two people who dragged the Wumeng Sword Sect into the abyss. The old man hated them to death, but their strength was too different. He, a king-level man, couldn't make a few moves in the hands of others, and he had no way to struggle.
At the gate of the Wumeng Sword Sect's mountain, Reg held his hands and looked at the huge door frame of the Wumeng Sword Sect in front of him. He turned his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Lang, this Wumeng Sword Sect built it very proudly. It looks pretty good."
The rich..."
Uncle Lang stood beside Reg with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "A strong man is never short of money. The Wumeng family controls a lot of business."
There was a bit of sarcasm on Reg's face: "I really want to know, what do they think, so proactively provoking us?"
Lang Bo looked in the direction of the Wumeng Sword Sect and suddenly sneered: "Maybe we will see their strong men soon..."
"Wumeng Sword Sect?
Lang Bo shook his head and said: "The Wumeng Sword Sect has only one king-level strongman, and the others are all at the clan level. However, I have already felt three quite powerful auras from the villa. The Wumeng Sword Sect does not have three strong ones."
Or, maybe this extra strong person is the key point of this incident."
"How strong?"
Lang Bo shook his head and said: "Not as strong as me, I estimate that one of the two is a king-level strongman, and the other may be a king-level peak strength or an emperor-level strength..."
Reg glanced in other directions: "Is there anyone in other locations?"
Lang Bo shook his head and said: "At least I haven't sensed the breath of other strong men within five miles."
Reg fell into deep thought: "Perhaps the fishermen are still waiting. Once they take action, I guess someone will arrive in the blink of an eye."
Just after Reg finished saying this, the Wumeng Sword Sect disciple who had informed him had come out again and respectfully invited the two of them in.
The two of them were not polite and followed the male disciple directly to the Wumeng Sword Sect's hall.
Reg sat down on the chair and looked at the furnishings in the room, but he was already thinking about what would happen when he met the other party later.
"Two distinguished guests have come from afar. It's really rude that we didn't go far to greet them."
Accompanied by a loud voice, the middle-aged man stepped into the room and said with a smile: "I am Feng Ya, the leader of the Wumeng Sword Sect. You are wearing a green bamboo mask. I must be Mr. Qingzhu, the owner of Qingzhu Villa, right?"
Reg smiled, but did not stand up. After all, Reg was here to ask questions today, not to drink friendship tea.
"Yes, I am Qingzhu. We are here today to ask about the conflict that happened before. Although our store at Qingzhu Villa and the store opened by your Wumengjian Sect both purchase medicinal materials and other business, they have always gotten along peacefully. Why?
You, the Wumeng Sword Sect, suddenly attacked our people and killed our people for an excuse. Later, when someone came to resolve the matter, three ribs were broken by your people!"
Feng Ya's eyes changed slightly. He didn't expect that the other party would press him and look menacing as soon as he came up.
This matter was originally a fault of the Wumeng Sword Sect, but Feng Ya couldn't find the words to say it, and he couldn't answer it for a while.
Reg looked at Feng Ya's rather embarrassed face and suddenly sneered: "Wumeng Sword Sect has a king-level strongman and several sect-level strongmen. Their strength is very good, but I am afraid that if they want to provoke Qingzhu Villa, their strength is still
It's a bit different, you don't look stupid, why would you do such a stupid thing?"
"Do you think that our Qingzhu Villa is incapable of dealing with and destroying your Wumeng Sword Sect?"
Reg's words were full of attack power, Feng Ya's expression changed even more, and he secretly complained in his heart.
"Mr. Qingzhu, actually this is not something we want to do at all, but something we have to do."
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Ya suddenly said: "Mr. Qingzhu is a very smart person. As you said, the strength of our Wumeng Sword Sect is far inferior to that of Qingzhu Villa. How can we dare to offend Qingzhu Villa?"
When Lei Ge heard Feng Ya's words, he secretly thought that he had indeed guessed it right. It seemed that someone was targeting Qingzhu Villa in this incident. The purpose of creating a conflict was to draw people out. It is estimated that the real owner will appear soon.
"Have to do this?"
Lege stared at Feng Ya coldly and said: "Then you mean someone forced you to do this. Who is that person? Tell him to come out. I want to see who is deliberately planning to deal with us.
Qingzhu Villa.”
After Reg finished speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at the small door behind.
The three people walked slowly into the hall. The two people walking in front were wearing black robes and their faces were covered with scarves. Only two eyes were exposed. Following those two people was Feng Ya's father.
, that is, the only king-level powerhouse of the Wumeng Sword Sect.
It's just that at this time, Feng Ya's father didn't have the style of a king-level powerhouse at all. He followed the two men in black robes carefully, with a worried look on his face.
"You don't need to threaten the Wumeng Sword Sect. What they did was just what we wanted."
One of the two masked men screamed: "Qingzhu, Dark Sky Demon Aslang, are you two here this time?"
Reg looked at the two men for a few times and suddenly sneered: "Your Excellency is still wearing a hijab and refuses to see people with your true colors. Are you afraid that people will recognize your identity?"
The sharp-sounding man laughed and said: "Qingzhu, since you know that the Wumeng family treats you strangely, do you still dare to come?"
Reg stared at the two people coldly: "If I don't come, how can I see you? I just want to see who wants to deal with me!"
Another man stared at Reg with a bit of confusion in his eyes: "You seem very confident?"
Reg stared at the two of them and shook his head: "You two are not weak, but if you want to capture us two, you are too fanciful. To be honest, I am thinking about what means to use to get rid of us.
Use your mouth to come up with useful information."
The sharp-sounding man sneered: "Do you think you'll be fine if you take Dark Sky Demon Aslan with you?"
Reg hummed: "That's enough for you."
The sharp-sounding man laughed and said: "Then you are too naive, but that's fine. You two are both Glenni disciples. If I catch you, are you afraid that you won't get the god-level water spirit art?"
There was a bit of sarcasm in Reg's eyes: "Water Spirit Art? Are you deliberately trying to deal with us just to get the Water Spirit Art?"