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In the blink of an eye, dozens of people gathered in Changyang Mansion. Most of them were wearing white robes, and under their feet stood a cloud-like light saint master condensed by the holy power of light. The other half were wearing various colors. Clothes, warriors of different ages.
Dozens of people quickly came out of the space gate, and then gathered in Changyang Mansion to surround Changyang Mansion. One of them, an old man with an old face, waved his hand and laid down a layer of barrier to cover the entire Changyang Mansion. The barrier, the underground, and even the hope of escaping from the underground secret passage were blocked.
The people from the City of Gods of the Holy Empire and the Guild of Light Saint Masters finally arrived.
The sudden change attracted the attention of everyone in Changyang Mansion. The group of guards who had just relaxed because of the departure of the brother and sister suddenly became nervous again. They all looked up at the sky with solemn expressions, especially when they When they saw the barrier covering the entire Changyang Mansion, many of the guards' faces suddenly turned a little pale. Because they all know that this is the magical power of the Holy King.
Chang Bo also noticed something strange in the sky. He temporarily put aside the sadness in his heart. With a thought, he controlled the vitality of heaven and earth and dragged his body towards the sky. His eyes quickly passed over everyone, and when he discovered that there were more than a dozen seventh-level light saint masters standing on white clouds, wearing white robes, and wearing purple badges on their chests, his face suddenly became more solemn than ever before.
"Seniors, are you members of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild in the City of Gods?" Uncle Chang cupped his hands in front of everyone, his tone was extremely polite. This group of people in front of him was not something that the small Changyang Mansion at his feet could offend.
"Yes, we are members of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild. This is my master, the president of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild. When you see me, the president of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild, why don't you quickly kneel down and salute." Standing there. A middle-aged man standing next to the president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild pointed at Uncle Chang and shouted sharply. This person is none other than the president's second disciple - Yuntian.
"Junior Chang Wuji has met the respected president." Uncle Chang quickly raised his hands and said in a very polite tone. The president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild indeed has the strength to be respected by him. However, he did not kneel down. In his heart, except for a few people such as the master and the old lady who had disappeared for hundreds of years, no one was qualified to make him kneel down, even if the other party was a member of the Guangming Saint Master Guild. Chang is no exception.
Seeing that Uncle Chang did not kneel down, Yun Tian's face suddenly became angry. He and Jian Chen had a grudge before, and then Jian Chen took away the holy weapon of the Guangming Saint Master Guild, cutting off his chance to become a seventh-level Guangming Saint Master. Hope, because of this, Yuntian already hated Jian Chen deeply in his heart, and he would not easily let go of anyone related to Jian Chen.
"How outrageous, a mere servant. When you see me, the president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild, you still don't kneel down. You are seeking death." Yuntian shouted sharply at Uncle Chang.
"Yuntian, don't be rude!" The president of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild raised his hand to stop Yuntian. Although Jian Chen took away the sacred weapon of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild, he also knew that it was the sacred weapon and ran to Jian Chen's side. It was not snatched away by Jian Chen. Therefore, the president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild does not want to have a too serious relationship with Jian Chen because of the Changyang Mansion matter. After all, there is still room for maneuver in the matter.
The president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild raised his hand to Chang Bo and said, "I wonder if Jian Chen is here?"
"Dear President, the fourth young master has left, and even the old slave doesn't know where he is going." Uncle Chang said calmly, without any panic.
"Master, since Yang Yutian is not here, let's just invite everyone in Changyang Mansion to our Guangming Saint Masters Guild. When Yang Yutian comes back, let him directly go to our Guangming Saint Masters Guild to receive people." Yuntian, who was beside the president, said.
The president did not reply to Yuntian and continued to ask, "Then I don't know when Jian Chen will come back." If he had to force it, the president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild would not want to offend Jian Chen's family easily, in case he was angry. If Jian Chen hid the holy weapon or gave it to a certain big force, then the Light Saint Master Guild would lose more than the gain.
"I don't know when the fourth young master will come back," Uncle Chang said.
"President, just follow what Yuntian said and bring back the people from Changyang Mansion. As long as we control these people, I don't believe that Jian Chen won't obediently hand over the sacred weapon." An elder from the Guangming Saint Master Guild behind him said. said.
"President, I think this is feasible. I don't know when Yang Yutian will come back. It's impossible for so many of us to stay here and wait for him. Moreover, there must be relatives of Yang Yutian among these people. As long as we have the control These people, this Yang Yutian will definitely appear soon." Another elder seconded the opinion.
The president of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild thought for a moment, and finally agreed to their proposal, saying: "This is the only plan for now. Everyone in Changyang Mansion, please come to our Guangming Saint Masters Guild to stay for a few days. , when Jian Chen returns the sacred weapon of our Guangming Saint Master Guild in the future, I will let you go."
Hearing this, Uncle Chang's face darkened slightly and said, "Could it be that if the Fourth Young Master doesn't come back for a hundred years, your Guangming Saint Master Guild will imprison us for a hundred years?"
"Not bad!" The president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild responded expressionlessly. He simply couldn't wait for a hundred years. In a hundred years, they really didn't know what their Guild of Light Saint Masters would be like.
A trace of anger appeared on Uncle Chang's face, and he said coldly: "Although your Guangming Saint Master Guild is powerful, you are not qualified to control the people in my Changyang Mansion."
Hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the Guangming Saint Master Guild changed. Uncle Chang's words simply did not put the Guangming Saint Master Guild in the slightest. This made a group of pampered people in the Guangming Saint Master Guild feel anxious. A hint of anger.
"Seeking death!" A middle-aged man in a smart suit shouted angrily, and with a slap of his hand, an invisible force of heaven and earth rushed towards Uncle Chang, and the space where Uncle Chang was was also in an instant The time froze, and his body was tightly imprisoned there, unable to move at all.
The invisible power of heaven and earth hit Uncle Chang's body mercilessly, making Uncle Chang groan, his face instantly turned pale, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth. At the same time, the space that imprisoned Uncle Chang returned to normal. Uncle Chang's body no longer had the power to float and fell directly from the sky.
Below, several elders of the Changyang Mansion who had the strength of the Earth Saint Master exclaimed, and immediately several people jumped up to catch Uncle Chang's falling body. At this moment, each of these elders looked worried. They knew that this time Changyang Mansion was facing big trouble again, and it was a huge trouble that directly offended the Guangming Saint Master Guild. This was a big boss in the Holy Empire, and it was even more powerful than one of the eight powerful countries in Tianyuan Continent. The Qin Empire was much stronger.
The middle-aged man who took action glanced at Uncle Chang coldly and said: "A small family dares to be so presumptuous in front of the Guangming Saint Master Guild. It's so reckless. I will spare your life this time. If there is another time, I will spare your life." , I will kill you on the spot and will never stay behind.”
The gap between the Sky Saint Master and the Saint King is really too big. Under the Saint King, all are ants. Although Chang Bo has almost reached the peak of the Sky Saint Master, he is still vulnerable in front of a strong Saint King.
No one tried to stop the middle-aged man's behavior, not even the president and great elder of the Guangming Saint Master Guild. Although they didn't want the relationship with Jian Chen to become too tense, they also had their own bottom line and often What Bo just said has obviously violated the bottom line of the Guangming Saint Master Union.
The president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild looked at the white-haired old man and said, "Elder Jia, please bring all the people from Changyang Mansion back to the headquarters."
The old man with an old face nodded slightly, then directly tore apart the space and established a space door leading to the Guangming Saint Masters Union, and wanted to bring everyone in Changyang Mansion to the Guangming Saint Masters Union.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a muffled sound suddenly came, and the huge barrier covering Changyang Mansion shattered, and four figures appeared outside the barrier without knowing when.
They were two men and two women. They were the Changyang ancestor Yeyun and his wife who came from Changyang Mansion, the guardian family, and the two brothers and sisters.
Everyone in the Guangming Saint Master Guild immediately focused their attention on the sudden arrival of the four Changyang Patriarch Ye Yun. A middle-aged man immediately shouted and asked, "Who are you? Sign up."
Changyang Zu Yeyun and Changyang Zu Yunxiao glanced at the group of people from the Guangming Saint Masters Guild, and immediately lost interest. Changyang Zu Yunxiao murmured softly, "Why are the people from the Guangming Saint Masters Guild here?" Yunfei , Yun Xiao, is this the place you mentioned?"
"Grandpa Yunxiao, Grandma Ye, yes, it's right here." Changyang Zu Yunfei said, but his eyes scanned the crowd below, and finally found Chang Wuji, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground, and immediately stretched out his hand Pointing at him, he said: "That's him, Grandpa Yunxiao, Grandma Ye, he is the one who calls himself Chang Wuji."
The gazes of Changyang Zu Yunxiao and Changyang Zu Yeyun focused on Chang Wuji. Immediately, their bodies shook slightly, and the next moment they suddenly appeared next to Chang Wuji. The light in their eyes flashed, and they looked at Chang Wuji with a little excitement. Chang Wuji.
Chang Wuji is now an old man over seventy years old, and his appearance has changed so drastically from his previous appearance that neither of them recognized him for a while.
"You...you are Chang Wuji." Changyang Zu Yeyun asked uncertainly, her tone full of hope. Now she was very nervous, very worried about whether Chang Wuji was the person she was looking for.
The group of Changyang Mansion elders surrounding Chang Wuji all looked at each other, glancing at the middle-aged couple from time to time, guessing their identities, but no one dared to speak. If you can break the barrier set by the Holy King, you must be a Holy King.
Seeing the middle-aged couple, Chang Wuji's expression suddenly became excited. Two lines of turbid tears flowed out of his eyes like a fountain. He struggled to stand up and said in a trembling tone: "Old... Old lady, old...old...old man, slave...slave...slave is Chang...Chang Wuji, salute to the old...old lady, old man, cough cough cough cough..." Uncle Chang received a blow from the powerful Saint King, even though the other party He was merciful, but he was still severely injured, so much so that his tone of voice was very weak and intermittent. After speaking, several more mouthfuls of blood coughed out of his mouth uncontrollably, staining his clothes red.
