But no one dared to ignore the warning of the Grandmaster Wusheng Mountain, even if he is the Feather God of An, he cannot.

So An Yuanxi bowed to Wei Hanyuan very politely and said, "The Great Arbitrator Mingjian, "The Imperial Arts" is important, so I am anxious. Can I ask the leader of the Baicao Immortal Palace to summon the Pangyan? I want to ask this person for some things."

"An Angel." Wei Hanyuan looked at An Yuanxi with a slightly cold expression and said lightly: "A lot of things are gone, let them go. If they are wrong again and again, they will only cause great disaster!"

"A thousand miles of brisk lifts up from an ant hole. Only by finding problems but leaving them alone will it cause a big disaster. As for right or wrong, it never matters in the face of victory or defeat."

An Yuanxi did not give up his thoughts because of the warning from the Grand Arbitrator in front of him, but insisted: "Wu Shengshan is the host of Longzhou, and Baicao Immortal Palace is also a vassal of the Holy Mountain. The Three Realms Holy Land will naturally respect Wu Shengshan's position, but please don't make it difficult for Yuan Xi to do it."

"I will tell Angel An's attitude to the leader of Baicao Immortal Palace, but if you want to see you, you are still in the process of being hot-stained."

Sighing slightly, Wei Hanyuan said again: "Han's family has declined. Even if one or two amazing descendants appear, what impact can they have on the Three Realms Holy Land? Why not kill them all."

"It seems that the senior knows more about this person than Yuan Xi imagined, and this is easier to deal with."

An Yuanxi, who looked like a jade-like face, asked coldly: "Prince, please tell me if this disciple, named Yingyan, is it a descendant of the Han family?"

The scene became colder again. Wei Hanyuan looked at An Yuanxi who was determined to win, but shook his head helplessly.

Just as the other party said, right or wrong is never worth mentioning in the face of victory or defeat. The Three Realms Holy Land was the winner of the war a thousand years ago, so they have the ability to control history.

Even though he was as glorious as the Han family, he was eventually erased to the point where only Han Wu's name was left. In another thousand years, who would remember that old calendar?

But no matter how the facts change, there will always be some people who will look at history objectively and keep a conscience in their hearts.

Wei Hanyuan didn't know if Yingyan was a descendant of the Han family. Even if he was really the case, the arbitration officer of the arbitration institute would not hand over the person.

Because he judged it right or wrong in Kunwu County, not strength or weakness!

Without answering, An Yuanxi left with her sleeves, leaving only a little cold air, which made An Yuanxi narrow his eyes.

On Chongming Peak, Baicao Immortal Palace

Opium Yan, who had just won the honor of the first lifetime, was kneeling on the fury, looking at his fury mentor with guilty expression, feeling ten thousand apologized in his heart.

"It's so confusing!! Since we have changed our names and surnames and have been dormant for thousands of years, why do we have to reveal our own cultivation today? Because An Yuanxi is watching the ceremony, he doesn't want to be defeated in a mess in front of the other side. How can you be so confused!"

The old doctor was so angry that his long white beard trembled constantly, and he pointed to the disciple in front of him who had seen him since childhood.

"Master, one person does things and one person does it. He has received great kindness from the sect since he was a child. His disciples will never drag down the master. If An Yuanxi is too anxious, please hand over the Pangyan."

The opium flame hit the ground with a heavy head, and when it raised it, she was already tearful: "But I can't serve my master in the future. My teacher's kindness is like a sea, and I can only repay you in the next life!"
Chapter completed!