"Alas..." Huinan shook his head.

Things in the world are so unsatisfactory. You can kill anyone if you want. Usually, the more harmful people are, the better they can survive.

Fakong kept his head down and said nothing, staring at the head.

Huinan saw that he was weird and hummed: "Boy, what's wrong? Do you still recognize him? You look at him so seriously, as if you really know him!"

Fakong said: "Master, did Deng Gaoen suffer any fatal injuries at that time?"

From Hui Wen's memory, we know that Deng Gaoen's face was disfigured.

Now the head was not disfigured, and it gave him a very strange feeling, as if it was the head of a young man.

This feeling is very strange and cannot be explained clearly. It is impossible to tell from the appearance. It is a kind of mysterious feeling.

He judged that it might be because he was sensitive to Shouyuan.

"Fatal injuries...that's a lot!" Hui Nan said: "With palms and swords, he will definitely die."

"What about your face?"

"There should be injuries on the face as well." Huinan frowned and looked at the head.

There are no signs of injury on this face.

He waved.

The head flew from the grass into Huinan's left palm, and he lifted it up to the level of his own eyes, looking at it carefully.

"Weird." Huinan looked over and over and touched: "There is no trace of injury at all."

He turned to look at Chengxu.

Chengxu shook his head: "The owner of the jade bead must be him, there is no way he can be mistaken."

Hui Nanshuang frowned.

"Uncle, you can't be wrong, right?" Yuan Rong was surprised.

Fakong suddenly formed a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and soon emitted white light towards the head.

Yuan Rong's eyes suddenly widened.

He couldn't believe that Fakong would do such a thing, that he would save this guy and enter the bliss of the Western Heaven!

Just as he was about to speak, a ball of round tutuo light emerged from the head, twisting in the air and transforming into a small person.

But he is a young villain.

The appearance is different from the head.

"The art of disguise!" Chengxu said coldly.

Fakong untied his hand seals and allowed the villain to slowly sink back to his head.

"It's not him!" Huinan shook his head: "It's not Deng Gao'en!"

He hummed: "Let me tell you, how could Deng Gaoen be still alive after being so seriously injured? Someone is using his face to wear his skin to do bad things!"

He immediately frowned again: "But what he performed was indeed the Changchun Kung Fu."

Chengxu suddenly nodded: "I thought my cultivation level had declined due to my injury, but it turned out to be a lie!"

Fa Kong remained silent.

He was digesting the memory of Deng Yuanzheng in his mind.

Deng Yuanzheng, the legitimate son and posthumous son of Deng Gaoen.

At first, Deng Gaoen knew that his love was inevitable, so he left a letter to his lover.

If the child or she is harmed by the enemy, then forget about it. If you are lucky enough to be able to hide it from the world, then open this letter when the child is twenty-eight years old.

In this letter, he wrote the location where the Changchun Gong is hidden, how to activate it, and the taboos in practicing it.

Before the age of twenty-eight, Deng Yuanzheng lived an ordinary life.

As an ordinary farm boy, he went to a small town to work hard at the age of eighteen. After joining a small gang, he was supported by a noble man and joined a big gang in the city.

Once he entered the big city, he was lost in the crowd.

In the city, he was an ordinary gang disciple. When he was twenty-eight, he became a small leader by luck.

When he sleeps with his wife in his arms, he often thinks about the future.

If you are over fifty and still cannot practice the Tianyuan Realm or condense the Gang Qi, then you can find a job as a pensioner, or look after homes and nursing homes, or open a tavern to teach apprentices. Anyway, it is not suitable to stay in the gang anymore.

Already.

On his twenty-eighth birthday, his mother gave him this letter from Deng Gaoen, and he learned about his life experience.

Only then did he realize that he was actually the son of the great devil known to the world, and he was his direct blood relative.

Not only did he not feel ashamed, but he was proud of it.

Being in a gang, the concept of respecting the strong has been deeply rooted in his bones. No matter he is a good person or a devil, as long as he has strong martial arts, he will be majestic and happy!

He started practicing Changchun Gong without hesitation.
Chapter completed!