"Father?"
Jing Mingde's eyes were deeply shocked. It was impossible for his father to talk about this matter for no reason.
Is my father really planning to get involved in that matter?
Does their Nirvana have an unknown relationship with that Wind and Fire Martial Arts School?
"Father, based on the apparent strength, Fenghuo Martial Arts School and Nirvana only have a 60-70% chance of winning against Shangdingtian Martial Arts School."
"After all, no one can win this kind of battle unless the disparity in strength is too great."
Jing Mingde also carefully analyzed the current comprehensive combat power of Fenghuo Martial Arts Hall and Nirvana.
"But, father, if you really decide to intervene."
"We Nirvana must prepare for the annihilation of the whole army. After all, Dingtian Martial Arts Hall already belongs to the official force of Jianghai City, and we are just an underground force hiding in the city of chaos."
"Once we take action, we are likely to provoke the big shots above."
"And even if the big shots above let us go, we will still have to withstand the offensive of these surrounding forces when we come back, but Nirvana at that time is already on its last legs."
When Jing Yushan heard his son's words, his eyes showed depth. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he took Xiao Qiaoer for a walk in the backyard.
Sir, you have posed a difficult problem for this old slave!
What is your certainty?
Can you not even be afraid of Dingtian Martial Arts School?
"Pass the order and keep an eye on the situation at Fenghuo Martial Arts School and Dingtian Martial Arts School."
"If necessary, even if we fight for Nirvana, we must stop the Dingtian Martial Arts School."
Jing Yushan was silent for a long time, then turned to Jing Mingde and said with a firmness that did not tolerate rebuttal.
"It's...father!"
Jing Mingde's mood was complicated. He had many things he wanted to ask clearly, but when he reached his lips, he still couldn't say them out. Thousands of words turned into one sentence.
"Wow...wow...wow..."
At the same time, little Qiaoer in Jing Yushan's arms didn't know if he felt this uneasy atmosphere and started to cry loudly.
"Be good, don't worry, little Qiaoer, grandpa won't let anything happen to you."
Jing Yushan comforted him, and then muttered to himself to Jing Mingde.
"I know you have a lot of confusion in your heart, and you may even be saying that this old guy like me is pushing Nirvana into the fire pit."
"But if Nirvana can survive this crisis, I will tell you everything."
"It's time for you to know about this."
"This is our chance for nirvana, and it's your chance too."
"Father..."
"My child... take orders..."
Jing Mingde immediately walked out of the backyard. He was worried about leaving this matter to others and had to do it himself. At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to see who the Fenghuo Martial Arts School was and could allow his father to help him to such an extent.
There is a saying that goes well, even if you die, you must know who you are dying for.
Jing Yushan teased Xiao Qiaoer in his arms, making him laugh out loud.
Sir, you don't let me take action, how can I really bear not to take action?
The purpose of our old guys' existence is to solve your troubles.
Although I don’t know what your trump card is, as long as I’m here, I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.
...
The Fenghuo Martial Arts Hall was originally the focus of many people's eyes, but now it is a bit deserted, and the original bustle is gone forever.
Even the martial arts hall was closed due to lack of manpower.
This is reality, a cruel reality.
The rich in the mountains have distant relatives, but the poor in the busy city have no one to care about.
This scene also happened here. When news came out from the Dingtian Martial Arts Hall that the Fenghuo Martial Arts Hall was going to be completely destroyed, the martial arts practitioners in the gym left one after another for fear of implicating themselves.
They just don't want their martial arts path to be cut off here.
Some are unwilling to give up. They can die on the battlefield with monsters, but they don't want to die in the hands of their own people.
And some just want to leave.
Fang Fan did not stop all this. He knew that when it was heard that the grand master of Dingtian Martial Arts School was preparing to take action, the Fenghuo Martial Arts School was distraught.
Fang Fan will not stop them from leaving, nor will he let them endure what they should not have to endure.
But once you leave, don’t think about coming back.
Taking this opportunity, Fang Fan overhauled the Fenghuo Martial Arts School and formed his own real force.
From now on, the Fenghuo Martial Arts School will arrive with a sudden appearance.
"Hey, Dingtian Martial Arts School is knocking on your door. You still have the heart to drink here."
"Aren't you afraid that the young master will say something about you?"
In the martial arts hall, a person was sitting lazily on the stairs, holding a bottle of old wine that exuded a mellow aroma, and was sipping it carefully.
There was an imperceptible hint of tipsiness on his face.
"how?"
"It's not enough for me to drink some wine. If I don't drink some wine at this time, I probably won't have the chance to drink in the future."
"An old-fashioned person like you must not know the benefits of this wine." (Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol)
"I'll tell you..."
"Forget it, I won't understand if I tell you. Anyway, I know that this is the old wine that was passed down before the Year of Disaster. It is very precious. I usually only take a small sip every time I drink it."
After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle and started blowing on the bottle.
"Gudong."
"Gudong."
Suddenly, half a bottle of white wine was down, and the man let out a hearty sigh.
"It's so cool!"
"Now, even if I die, I will have no regrets."
Jin Lianggong stood up slowly and reluctantly smashed the wine bottle into pieces. He originally planned to add some water to it, but with Wang Yangxu watching next to him, he decided to forget about such an embarrassing thing.
"Hahaha, why didn't you Wang Yangxu leave?"
"It stands to reason that you are the one who is most likely to be promoted to Grandmaster among the three of us. Wouldn't it be a waste of your talent to stay here?"
Jin Lianggong burped, and a smell of alcohol hit his face.
"It's not like you, Jin Lianggong, haven't left yet. There are so many fine wines out there. For an alcoholic like you, if you don't drink, your life will be in vain."
"Hahaha, how can I, Jin Lianggong, be the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? No matter how much I drink, I can still distinguish right and wrong."
"I, Lao Jin, am a member of Fenghuo Martial Arts School in life, and I am the soul of Fenghuo Martial Arts School in death."
"Haha, good point."
"You, Jin Lianggong, are like this. How can I, Wang Yangxu, be inferior? How can I be missing in this battle?"
"Besides, I will never see such a big scene in my life. I, Wang Yangxu, have to participate in everything."
"Hahaha, let's encourage each other."
"mutual encouragement."
The two top martial arts masters from Fenghuo Martial Arts School looked at each other and smiled.
"What about her?"
Jin Lianggong suddenly asked.
"she left..."
Wang Yangxu knew who Jin Lianggong was talking about, Qiu Xinshui, the third peak martial artist of Fenghuo Martial Arts School.
"When disaster strikes, we all fly away. It's normal for us to leave."
Jin Lianggong sighed.
"Where is the young master?"
"It's inside."
"Young Master, is he sure?"
Wang Yangxu's sight seemed to penetrate all the obstacles and saw the young master Fang Fan who was practicing.
At this moment, a surge of overwhelming momentum came over him.
"Fenghuo Martial Arts Hall, you are in doom today!"
Fang Fan, who was practicing in the martial arts hall, suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes.
"coming!"
