A country house that looks very unremarkable from the outside is built against a stream.
In the study room on the second floor of the villa, a man in white clothes stood by the window.
Feng Qingxuan.
Son of the White Tiger God.
Feng Qinghuang's death made him seem to be in a good mood.
A few days ago, he was still jealous.
Who would have thought that even though they were both sons of God, Feng Qinghuang's authority was so high that even he had no right to know about it.
This kind of loss is understandable.
The Clan Elders Association is a mysterious organization, and even among the Blood Descendants Association, there are very few people who are qualified to know about it.
No matter what, Feng Qinghuang died.
Died in the hands of Su Mu.
This is enough to make Feng Qingxuan feel better for a whole year.
These days, when no one is around, Feng Qingxuan always has a faint smile on his lips.
But there was a hint of madness in this smile.
Behind Feng Qingxuan stood two people respectfully.
One of them is Yang Jichang, the new head of the Huayang Sect.
Huayang Sect was the first sect to come out against Su Mu, and its end was too... miserable.
The young master Yang Ding was turned into an eunuch by Su Mu.
Even the head of the palace, Yang Jiyan, became a eunuch.
Only then did Yang Jichang become qualified.
There was another middle-aged man whose status was definitely not lower than that of Yang Jichang in terms of appearance and temperament. Even from the corner of his eye, he seemed to look down on Yang Jichang.
This person is Ji Shi, the head of the Ji family.
Ji Lengyu's father.
Of course Ji Shi looked down on Yang Jichang.
Because his daughter is now the Discipline Envoy of the Blood Society.
With this status, not to mention Yang Jichang, even the three great sons of gods had to please Ji Lengyu when they saw him.
The ancient Eastern warrior sect was seduced by the three major clans into defecting, accounting for two-thirds of its strength.
Now this force is controlled by Feng Qingxuan.
After the integration of the Western Super Organization, it came under Feng Wuchen's control.
Feng Zinan, the son of Xuanwu God, is the most unlucky. The power he controls is an idle power that his grandfather doesn't love, his grandma doesn't love, and he can't stand on the stage.
Asan, Nanyang, Japan, and small places like Han Country.
Feng Qingxuan turned around and murmured to himself:
"It's interesting, it's really interesting."
The playful smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger and stronger.
It's just that the madness in the depths of his eyes is getting stronger and stronger.
His accomplishments in deception are not inferior to his own martial arts cultivation.
From the beginning, he was playing tricks.
It's a pity that a series of conspiracies and tricks against Su Mu ended in failure.
But this also irritated his nerves even more.
He knows deeply that a martial arts master is nothing.
Martial arts strength, more often than not, is really not as good as brains.
Among the eight sons of gods, he has always been known as a wise man.
What else does Feng Heguang, the so-called First Son of God, have besides high martial arts value?
He didn't even look down on it.
But by chance, a Feng Qinghuang suddenly appeared.
This is still his cousin.
The other party could actually seriously injure Feng and Guang.
This made Feng Qingxuan extremely unhappy and angry.
Why?
They are all sons of God, how could he have such high authority?
The status of the Eight Great Sons of God in the Hall of Valor is that of an unattainable existence.
Because in the ruling government of the Hall of Heroes, it is impossible for anyone with a higher status than the Eight Great Sons of God to exist.
Everyone is just a son of God, and he is the undisputed heir to the next head of the White Tiger clan.
He Feng Qinghuang, why?
But the head of the Huai family was completely indifferent to Feng Qingxuan in front of him, but when he saw Feng Qinghuang, he immediately fell to the ground and knelt down to kowtow.
Thinking of that scene made Feng Qingxuan feel like his heart was piercing.
But it's fine now.
Feng Qinghuang is dead.
"Tell me, why did Su Mu become so powerful?"
Yang Jichang and Ji Shi quickly lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.
Because there was suddenly a terrifying murderous aura in the room, causing severe pain all over their bodies.
Both of them are already super masters among ancient warriors whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary masters, but in front of Feng Qingxuan, they are as weak as chickens.
It was obvious that the two of them knew Feng Qingxuan's character very well.
To put it bluntly, this is a moody guy.
Don't look at the usual way of pretending to be a handsome young man, in fact, it is all a lie.
As expected, Feng Qingxuan's voice suddenly became extremely gloomy:
"Are you looking down on me by not speaking up?"
Yang Jichang and Ji Shi were so frightened that their knees weakened and they knelt on the ground with a plop.
Although Ji Shi and Yang Jichang are the top bosses in the ancient martial arts sect, they are nothing compared to Feng Qingxuan.
Neither of them could understand that the person in front of them seemed to have a special interest in Su Mu.
Because everyone else's eyes are fixed on this matter.
But Feng Qingxuan only stared at Su Mu.
Su Mu's identity is no longer a secret.
The last pureblood in the direct line of the Feng family.
The owner of the ancestral bloodline!
In other words, the so-called - Tianmai person!
Yang Jichang and the others knew about the magic of Tianmai people, but they didn't know why.
But this did not prevent them from being jealous of Su Mu at all.
Martial arts training not only requires extremely demanding resources.
What's more important is the practitioner's talent.
This has been the case since ancient times.
To put it bluntly, resources are important, but talent determines the future.
Each generation of the Tianxing Sect only has two or three big cats and kittens, so why can it be able to dominate all sects and defeat them all?
Just because...!
Tianxing sends out monsters.
Every generation is a monster.
There is no most demon, only the most demon.
It's impossible for a vampire to hide everything for so many years.
Once the resources and intelligence controlled by the sect are activated, their power is simply terrifying.
The establishment of the Shenxing Group is already the clearest indication.
In the future, Shenxing Group will return with Huaijia and serve as the starting capital of Huaijia.
Huai Jia became the first royal family.
As for the Ji family and the Yang family, how can they get the identity of a voter?
It's a pity that no one can clearly see the secret intentions of Patriarch Huai and Zhu Youchun.
"Get up!"
After a long time, the room returned to calm. Feng Qingxuan raised his head and looked out the window and asked lightly:
"Will everyone I arranged come?"
Ji Shi said quickly:
"They are all here. There are a total of five hundred ancient warriors, the Son of God. If we... take action directly in Dongyang, will this... happen...!"
Feng Qingxuan's straight brows wrinkled slightly, and his face immediately returned to its previous playful smile:
"What are you afraid of? The betrothal gifts given by Su Mu to those ten humble maids are nearly 10,000 black gold coins for each family!"
Ji Shi and Yang Jichang hurriedly bowed their heads.
The greed in his eyes flashed past.
Tens of thousands of mysterious gold coins.
This wealth, converted into US dollars and placed in the sect, is actually nothing.
But, that's not U.S. dollars.
That's a gold coin.
A gold coin common to the electors of Hall of Valor.
The words of the Son of God are obvious enough.
For civilians in the Hall of Valor, use energy points.
Dear people, I have black and yellow silver coins.
Only voters use gold coins.
Therefore, the identity of the voters is confirmed.