"Why...don't you recognize me?" Seeing that everyone in the venue was frozen by his appearance, Wu Ying snorted and instantly drew everyone's attention back.
"It's really him! He's not dead!"
"Didn't the fifth son say that the person is dead? They even brought the coffin. At that time, I suppressed my nausea and looked at it. I thought that the hero of the generation died so miserably, but I didn't expect that it was all fake! This The fifth son is really a sinner, how many truths can he say?"
"You believe what people say? I think you are naive enough."
"Shh, you idiot, keep your voice down, the boss is here to listen. How big do you think this venue can be..."
"No, but didn't the fifth son say that he is dead? How could he be a son...could he be an impostor?"
"Hey, whose family do you belong to? Why are you talking to others? Didn't you hate the fifth son so much before? Why is it that now that the head of the family is back, you are the first to have doubts?"
"Besides, the fifth son can kill his brothers and replace them, so why is it impossible to kill his father? I guess he failed because of one wrong move."
"It's not that I want to doubt... Don't you think this is suspicious? He has been declared dead before. Why did the other party suddenly appear here again when the battle was in full swing? And he still looked so unscathed? Isn’t this too strange? I just have reasonable doubts.”
"Who is our head of the family? Haven't you seen it clearly after living in the fifth family for so many years? Perhaps he discovered Chongzi's conspiracy early on, pretended to be killed, and only now appears to support him."
"No way...waiting until now? Our fifth family is almost dead before he comes out. Why don't we come out at all..." The man muttered, seemingly dissatisfied.
"I think I just want to get rid of a long-tongued guy like you. This is the first time I have seen such a disciple. He is not happy to see that his master is still alive, and he says a lot of things to doubt... Please... , you should at least pretend to be surprised."
The man's face turned red after being told something, and he wanted to say something to refute the other person's words, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.
In fact, the other party was right. He was indeed not very happy that Du Wuying was still alive.
This man is actually a descendant of the collateral line, and has been oppressed by the main line since he was born. Under the influence of his father, his actions, words and deeds are very extreme. This time, he saw his father being killed with his own eyes, and his hatred for the main line increased exponentially.
With such hatred, he still clapped his hands and cheered when Wu Ying died. How could he be truly happy for him?
Regarding the return of the Fifth Hero, everyone's eyes are focused here, including those who are skeptical, surprised, genuinely excited, and fearful.
But no one noticed it. Everyone seemed to cheer up in an instant, as if they had found a backbone.
It's not that the fifth hero is so virtuous and respectable.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Didn't the fifth family or the fifth son cause such a big incident just for the sake of being the head of the family? As a result, the real owner came back in the end.
Don't end up with nothing, everyone will laugh to death.
The monks in the field were more of a spectator mentality.
Asking you to harm others... until the fight ends in vain, this is retribution.
"What? After doing such a thing, you don't dare to see me now?" Wuying sneered and looked at the figure on the stage. Since he came in, the other person didn't turn around and look at him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Come on...it seems that the fifth son was responsible for this person's previous "death". Now everyone was confirmed, and it seemed to be quite unexpected, as if nothing happening to this person was surprising.
He wanted to have a good talk with the other party, but someone seemed unwilling to do so.
Not far away, a red shadow rushed straight in the direction of Wu Ying, filled with murderous intent, and it looked like that.
As a result, before he could even touch the corner of Wu Ying's robe, True Lord Yun Mao flicked his sleeve and flew him away. He leaned back hard and fell heavily against a pillar, lying on the ground motionless.
True Lord Yun Mao sneered: "It seems that some people don't want to talk to us father and son."
"Well... let's clean them all up." He stretched out his palms, and the artifact that had been nearly destroyed by the technique had floated to his side at some point, floating in the air in his mind, exuding a faint aura.
Afterwards, everyone just felt as if they had had a dream. Images, sounds, and even time... everything seemed to be frozen.
Everyone felt that at a certain moment, they seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment, and their senses were completely dominated by something... and then quickly changed, and their senses came back again.
But when I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene. The disciples of the Mingyue Sect who were still fighting with them all disappeared... No, maybe I shouldn't say they disappeared, they were just separated. Now they are standing together on one side, and the Mingyue Sect group is gathering on the other side, staring at True Lord Yunmao with vigilant expressions.
The matter that had troubled them for so long was solved in this way. Should they say that True Lord Yun Mao was great, or that their level was simply too poor.
However, the person involved did not care about their thoughts at this time. Looking at the Mingyue Sect members who were trapped in the Chongling Realm and struggling endlessly, Wu Ying shook his head, and then somehow those people fell inside the space barrier and fell.
I don't know when the Zongqi shrunk into a small shape, like a toy floating around the center of True Lord Yun Mao, and then fell into his palm very smoothly. The whole process was extremely smooth and there was no hint of disobedience at all.
"Okay, now that it's cleared up, it's our turn to clean up." Wu Ying fixed his gaze on the figure above. The other party still didn't turn around, so Wuying couldn't see his emotions.
"Why, you still don't dare to see me? Then I will go see you in person." He gestured to walk to the other side.
Without waiting for him to move, the stiff figure in the middle of the night moved, slowly turned in this direction, and looked at him steadily with a sinister gaze.
He was obviously two points shorter because he was standing under the altar, but he did not lose his momentum at all. The father and son looked at each other, and they exchanged words instantly. No one knew what happened in the flash of lightning. They only knew that the person who moved his eyes first was the fifth son.
It seems that ginger is still spicy.
"Father." The fifth son shouted in a low voice, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, with a hint of reluctance.
"What? You're surprised to see that I'm not dead, aren't you? I relied on your care these days, otherwise I wouldn't have had such rich experiences in my life."
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