Huang Zongji stood in a daze when facing Yang Xian, sweating profusely flowed down.

"us……"

He murmured, "Everyone is wrong!"

"We three families are only concerned about fighting for the position of the head, but they have left the great revenge of destroying our ancestral court behind them. It's really stupid!"

His body was shaking, and he kept shaking his head and sighing, "This is what makes the relative hurt, the enemy wake up!"

On Kangshan next to him, Huang Xiaomin saw that Huang Zongji's expression was wrong and hurried forward to support him. Kangshan said anxiously: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Xiaomin was also startled and held Huang Zongji's arm and said, "Dad, are you okay?"

Huang Zongji slowly replied to Qingming with his eyes and said softly: "I'm fine!"

He gently broke away from the support of the two, bent down to salute Yang Xian and said, "Young hero wakes up the dreamer with one word! I, the three sects of Feihe, only care about internal strife, but no one thought of avenging the ancestors. He really felt ashamed of his ancestors!"

Yang Xian helped him up and said, "Since you know that your loved ones are in pain and your enemies are in a hurry, then don't act like this again in the future."

Huang Zongji shook his head with a bitter face and said, "Now the three sects are fighting for the leader of the sect, and they have to be fired like an arrow on the string. Even if they can convince everyone to join forces to fight, they will probably have to settle down after a fight..."

Before he finished speaking, a person came from a distance. Before the person could arrive, the voice had already sounded, "Ah, Brother Huang, what are you doing? Why are you so respectful to a beggar?"

Huang Zongji turned around and saw a middle-aged man holding a pickaxe walking along the street with a group of disciples.

This man was dressed in white, with a small golden crane with spread wings embroidered on the left chest of the clothes. He was tall and long, with a tall nose and big eyes, and two thick eyebrows. If he hadn't had his high pouting mouth that was ill-looking, he would have been a peerless handsome man.

The man's two large front teeth poked out of his lips like two small shovels, arching his upper lip up and bulging out a piece high, making it look extremely indecent.

Among the dozen people standing behind him, there were men, women, old and young, all wearing white clothes, with a small crane embroidered on it, and followed the middle-aged man closely. It seemed that the middle-aged man was the only one who followed the horse.

After seeing the man's appearance, Huang Zongji said coldly: "Who do I think it is? It turns out that Brother He has arrived! I wonder what advice does Brother He have?"

The middle-aged man in white laughed and said, "I dare not give advice, but I have to say a few words."

He looked up and down at Huang Zongji, "How did you whisper to a little beggar today, the third elder of Feihe Sect, the flying god He Huang Zongji?"

Huang Zongji snorted coldly, "Sect Master He is very wide in charge. Unfortunately, this is not the territory of you who came out of Yunshan, and Huang is not a disciple of your Xianhe Sect!"

Huang Xiaomin asked softly from the side: "Dad, who is this person?"

Huang Zongji said: "This is Uncle He Yunhe from your Xianhe Sect. He is the current head of the Xianhe Sect. Why don't you meet Uncle He soon?"

Huang Xiaomin walked out from behind Huang Zongji, leaned slightly towards He Yunhe, and said in a sweet voice: "Niece Huang Xiaomin has met Uncle He!"

He Yunhe laughed and said, "Good niece, I haven't seen her for more than ten years, and she has grown into a big girl!"

He took a palm and a small crane claw made of fine iron appeared in his palm. "You can't give me a gift for you in vain, I'll give this little thing to you!"

Huang Zongji knew that the spirit iron crane claw was the iron claw order of the Xianhe Sect. When the disciples of the Xianhe Sect saw Ling Ru and the head of the sect, they would definitely give their all their strength as long as they had something to order. But they could only use it once, but even if they could only use it once, it could be regarded as an extremely precious gift.

After Huang Xiaomin took the crane claws, Kang Shan also went forward to salute, but He Yunhe gave Kang Shan a small sword as a gift.

This person is unforgiving, but he acts generously, and does not lose the demeanor of a leader of his sect.

He will give Huang Xiaomin two small things casually. After Kang Shan, he looked up at Huang Zongji, "Brother Huang, you are also a famous figure in the world. Why are you so careful with a little beggar?"

He glanced at Yang Xian and smiled and said, "This little brother is so handsome. Does Brother Huang want to recruit him as his son-in-law? There is no need to be so respectful to him! I saw that you saluted others!"

As the leader of a sect, He Yunhe should not be so reckless in speaking, but these days are the days when the three sects compete for the head. He was willing to provoke and shook his might, so he deliberately angered Huang Zongji.

He knew Huang Zongji's skills very well. Although he was good at it, he was still a little worse than himself. It was also a pleasure to get angry with the Feihe Sect's disciple before the competition.

As for Yang Xian, a young beggar in the grade, offends him if he offends him, and it is no big deal.

But it was nothing for him to provoke Huang Zongji. Now he brought Yang Xian in with his feet, which is a bit of a slap in.

After hearing He Yunhe's words, Yang Xian's body slowly straightened, his eyes flashed, and he looked at He Yunhe deeply.

"Bang"

He Yunhe, opposite, trembled as if he was struck by lightning. His upper body was tilted violently and then leaned back. His feet were rubbing the ground and quickly retreated. It seemed that an invisible hammer was ramming on his face. He tilted his whole body back to almost lying on the ground, and he slid against the ground for several feet to eliminate the force.

The dozen people next to He Yunhe were in an uproar, not knowing what happened to the head of the sect.

An old man reacted the fastest and flew towards He Yunhe, "Sect Master, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, He Yunhe was still lying halfway down and sliding, and two deep scratches were scratched from the loess ground.

Before the old man could pounce in front of him, He Yunhe let out a muffled groan, his body was already standing up straight, his eyes wide open to Yang Xian, and his face showed a great look of fear.

At this time, the old man had already arrived in front of him, reached out to support He Yunhe, and asked in a low voice: "Sect Master, what's going on?"

He Yunhe's body trembled slightly and his face was pale. He looked carefully at Yang Xian not far away and whispered: "Go away! There is a master here today!"

The old man was surprised, "Expert? Who is it..."

He Yunhe stopped the old man from finishing his words and said anxiously: "Don't look around, help me leave!"

His words became so fierce that his throat became sweet, and a mouthful of blood flowed backwards from his throat and gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

The old man was frightened when he saw He Yunhe's mouth bleeding.

As the leader of the Xianhe Sect, He Yunhe has extremely excellent cultivation. He has reached the realm of a level nine warrior, and may even become a martial arts master in the future.

This time, the three factions competed for the position of the leader, and he was the most favored candidate.

But now, such a "most promising candidate to seize the head" was knocked away from the air and vomited blood. The disciples of the sects next to him didn't even know how they took action.

In an instant, the old man who was holding He Yunhe trembled all over. He no longer dared to ask more questions or look more. He helped He Yunhe turn around and leave without saying a word.

The group of disciples behind him were still unclear at this time. Seeing that the head of the sect left with embarrassment, they all chased after him. A middle-aged man saw something was wrong and ran to the old man, "Senior Brother Zuo, what's the situation?"

The old man yelled softly: "Shut up!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and dared not ask again. A group of people turned along the street and gradually walked away.

Seeing these people leaving, Yang Xian smiled at Huang Zongji and said, "Brother Huang, don't you know where the Guimen Mountain Gate is?"
Chapter completed!