Meng Shuai was stunned and thought to himself: "Why, have you transferred from my father to my mother?"

Suddenly, he reacted and said, "No, right? The Qiankun Wanxiang Sect had collapsed at that time, right? I remember that it was... it collapsed thirty years ago, right?"

Feng Yuan was surprised again: "It turns out that Brother Meng is not only unfamiliar with the affairs of the mountain master, but also not very clear about the affairs of the Qiankun Wanxiang Sect."

Meng Shuai coughed and said, "What's the matter with the older generation... Let's talk about it."

Feng Yuan said: "Thirty years ago, the Qiankun family, which was in charge of the Qiankun Wanxiang Sect, was dispersed. That was right, but it was not split."

Meng Shuai said in a daze: "Is that so? What's going on?"

Feng Yuan sneered: "Do you think the four sects of Qiankun are worthy of killing the Qiankun family?"

Meng Shuai remembered the Qiankun Yunzhong City, which only the leader of the Eastern Horse, and the several sects who were forced by the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect and rushed back to Zhongzhou overnight. He remembered the way they were interspersed by blood shadows and had to cover up their ears and steal the bells. He shook his head and said, "It really doesn't look like it. Is there any inside story?"

Feng Yuan said: "It's not an inside story. Older people know it. The Qiankun Wanxiang Sect, led by the Qiankun family, had already gone downhill in the late stage, but it was a tiger that would never fall, and it was always stronger than others. At this time, a powerful figure emerged and directed the destruction of the Qiankun family in one fell swoop and replaced it. The Qiankun Sect, which had changed hands under his leadership, not only did not decline, but was as powerful as a demon, and was as powerful as a demon. It can be said that the ten years after the dispersion of the Qiankun family was the real heyday of the Qiankun Wanxiang Sect. The current Yiyuan Wanfa Sect is simply beyond the reach of the dust."

Meng Shuai said in surprise: "There is such a powerful person? Who is it?"

Feng Yuan said word by word: "The Great Prince of Zhongzhou - Yuanhuawen."

These words are spit out from the gaps of teeth, each word with clear hatred, every word with blood, but Meng Shuai has never heard of this name before and said, "Is this person... very amazing?"

It seemed that just spitting out this name made Feng Yuan lose a lot of physical strength. He gasped for a while and said, "Like a demon, his strength is indescribable. The patriarch of the Qiankun family, the Supreme Elder, and many powerful clan elders, each one is not inferior to the mountain master and is swept by him alone. The Qiankun family's thousands of years of foundation cannot withstand his own means."

Meng Shuai's face changed and he said, "So exaggerated?"

Feng Yuan said: "My description is not enough to describe what if. He is like a dark cloud, covering Zhongzhou... No, everyone in the five worlds. Whoever violates him will be the head of a person thousands of miles away, even a figure at the level of a lord or even a realm master is no exception. After the ancestor of the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect cooperated with him to destroy the Qiankun family, he wanted to ask for more, but he crushed it with one hand and died without a complete body. Until now, Yiyuan Wanfa Sect does not dare to mention this matter. After knowing that it was him, Longhu Lower Court did not dare to offend it, and it was not unusual to stay out of it."

Meng Shuai said: "He came to chase Lingzun himself? Is Lingzun's identity so great?"

Feng Yuan said: "Of course he didn't come in person. If he had come in person, it would be more than Dean Li and the others who died. The one who came was only one of his confidants, and the murderer was also the devil. But I got little information. I don't know which of his seven generals. It doesn't matter which one is, it's just the murder knife in his hand. The only one who really hurts is him."

Meng Shuai said: "Where are such a terrible person now? If he were still there, the four sects of Qiankun would not have split, right?"

Feng Yuan said: "He has disappeared for more than ten years. As you said, if he were there, there would not be four sects of Qiankun. He had only left for less than a year, and Qiankun Wanxiang Sect has been divided and has declined to this day. In fact, the foundation of Qiankun Wanxiang Sect has long been emptied by him. At that time, it was just that his powerful strength suppressed it. As soon as he left, his true form was revealed."

Meng Shuai said: "Then where did he go... die?"

Feng Yuan whispered: "Others will die, but he will never die!"

After saying this, he took a breath and said, "This is not my delusion. He still has influence. You know, those who control every world are the lords of the lords, one or two, or three or four. These people are all connected with the world's luck. Once they die, they will immediately cause fluctuations. Thirty years ago, Yuanhuawen killed several lords of the previous generation of Qiankun family and became the only lord of Zhongzhou. He has not stepped down yet, and as long as he returns, he can still take Zhongzhou into control."

Meng Shuai then believed it and said, "That's to say, the current four sects of Qiankun are just openly, and they are actually unable to make a decision at all?"

Feng Yuan sneered, "Just just a few pieces of materials. If you can make the decision, how can you survive until now? It's great now. Even if you can't make the decision, someone will resist the thunder. If the Great Secretariat Lord was still there, how could it be so roundabout to seize the throne of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect? How could the mountain master's plan be so tied up? Not to mention the East and the West, without Yuanhua Wen, just a blood shadow can make it difficult for them to care about the beginning and end."

Meng Shuai was slightly stunned when he heard the name of Xueying and said, "Do you know Xueying too?"

Feng Yuan said: "Of course I know that the inexplicable man, with such high strength, a righteous reputation, and a loyal subordinate, I don't know what I'm doing for so many years, and it's useless to fail at all."

Meng Shuai coughed. Although he also thought Feng Yuan's evaluation was somewhat reasonable, he was a blood relative at least. He had a good impression of Blood Shadow and did not want to listen to such comments. He said, "Actually, aren't you all the same hatred for the enemy? If you want to borrow someone to take revenge, Blood Shadow is suitable."

Feng Yuan said: "The rotten wood is hard to carve. I have always wanted to take revenge for so many years and always want to break free from endless despair. But with a little hope, I have tried it. Unfortunately, he is not good at all. Not to mention him, even the mountain master cannot succeed. I would rather wait for you."

Meng Shuai curled his lips secretly and said to himself: What a big tone, I'm here to give advice. Who would you like to those who you say you don't like you? But he smiled and said, "Thank you for your respect. But I don't have any strength or ambitions. I don't even have the desire to take revenge. I'm afraid you'll take it away."

Feng Yuan whispered: "Your potential cannot be seen by yourself, I can see it. You just lack a person who can induce potential. I am that person. You Tao is the wind to the tiger and the clouds to the dragon. What I can do is to help you become a giant dragon soaring in the sky."

Meng Shuai laughed and said, "If I were a dragon, what are you? Fengyun, or Dragon Knight?"

Feng Yuan was slightly stunned, understood Meng Shuai's meaning, and smiled and said, "Since it is cooperation, there is naturally a master and a subordinate. The strong are the main ones, and the weak are the subordinate. I am just a disabled person, and there is no use except for some thoughts. Is Brother Meng not even this confidence?"

Meng Shuai smiled and said, "Don't provoke me, I'm very thick-skinned and don't use this. Not to mention the perspective of revenge, even from the perspective of choosing a career partner, I don't think you are a good choice."

Feng Yuan chuckled and said, "Naturally. We are united in the same hatred of the enemy and have a foundation for cooperation, but whether we can get along with each other must choose. I chose you because I have been observing you for several years. When you see me, you are just one side, and you see me hiding in the darkness, not seeing the light, and not seeing clearly. If you agree at will, I think you are a reckless person. So... I need more performances to let you accept it."

Meng Shuai raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, do you still want to give me a warning?"

Feng Yuan said: "I dare not act as a warning, but today's meeting is just a prelude. The future is long, and you and I will still meet again, get along again, or even confront each other again. The next time you and I meet, we will change our way."

Meng Shuai said: "To be honest, just meeting you and me like this, I think it's enough to come once. I think a word to describe what you said just now - the ghosts are not dissipating."

Feng Yuan laughed briefly, his laughter was like a ghost crying, and said, "It's right, it's appropriate. I'm indeed a ghost that has not dispersed. I'm a ghost crawling out of hell, with resentment and ferocity entangled in my body. If hatred cannot be settled, how can I disperse? In fact, I hope more than anyone else to turn into a ray of blue smoke to disperse, ignorant and unconscious, and not suffer all the hardships in the world. But I can't, I have something to do. So Brother Meng, sorry, you can't even disgust."

Meng Shuai couldn't help swallowing and felt a little scarred.

He has never seen a person with hatred. Fang Qingyan is carrying hatred and his temperament is also extreme. But Fang Qingyan's situation is completely different from Feng Yuan. Fang Qingyan has a mother and elders who care about him, who have no worries about food and clothing, and practices martial arts diligently. His pressure comes not so much from hatred itself, but from responsibility and the pressure exerted by his mother. In addition to revenge, he has other living spaces, and can also fall in love and make friends.

But Feng Yuan had nothing. As he said, he lived in the world like a ghost, a ghost named after hatred, full of resentment and resentment. He hid in the dark for twenty years, full of hatred, and accumulated only the purpose of revenge. He didn't even care about his own life. With his situation, living might be more painful than death.

For such a person, Meng Shuai, regardless of whether he is sympathy or bored, has only one most rational choice - quickly withdraw and get out of this guy, the better.

But no, this guy seems to have gotten into him. Being entangled by such guy is like a maggot on his bones, and he can't even get rid of it.

It's so annoying!

If a beautiful woman with hatred takes the initiative to sacrifice herself, Meng Shuai will be in a better mood, but he is not.

After thinking about it, Meng Shuai sneered: "What do you want to do, come just to do it. But don't make the wrong plan. Some people think that eating soft but not hard is actually not soft but not soft. As for the same sentence, you must burn yourself if you play with fire, just forget it. If you want to burn the fire on me, I will burn you first."

The shadow retreated a little, and Feng Yuan's voice came slowly: "I understand. I know what I am doing, please wait and see."
Chapter completed!