Chapter 310: Ungrateful bastard!
The head of the Nangong family was stunned: "Grand Elder, you can't just sit there and watch our Nangong family fail. Isn't it your responsibility to save the people of the world?"
"Even if I did something wrong, you can't just stand by and watch me die."
The Great Elder didn't buy his words at all and said coldly: "To save someone, you also have to consider what kind of person they are."
"Besides, the Broken-Hand Statue is indeed very powerful. Even if we sacrifice the lives of the nine of us old fellows, we may not be able to suppress it."
"Why, the lives of your Nangong clan members are lives, but the lives of our Xuanmen are not lives?"
The head of the Nangong family was speechless after being questioned.
"But you should at least do something..."
"The Broken-Handed Statue has devoured most of the Nangong clan's luck. They have been punished and suffered. Do they really want to kill them all?"
He shouted unwillingly.
President Zhang looked at the Great Elder hesitantly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
The Great Elder saw through his thoughts and said bluntly: "If you want to help him, go ahead, but if you interfere in this kind of cause and effect, be careful that the Broken Hand Statue will get entangled with you."
President Zhang's face changed and he looked at the statue with the broken hand.
The statue with the broken hand lay on the ground in a sinister manner.
President Zhang's heart skipped a beat and he quickly shook his head: "Forget it, Xuanmen will not be involved in this matter. Go find whoever harmed your family."
The head of the Nangong family cried anxiously, "Masters, I know who hurt me, but she is more cruel than the statue with a broken hand. What can I do?"
"As long as the masters are willing to help the Nangong clan, I will definitely rebuild a golden body for your ancestor in the future! The kind with 999 pure gold!"
President Zhang was somewhat moved.
But seeing the expressionless faces of the elders, he finally said nothing.
"Feng Qingyang, weren't you very capable in the past? Why are you just standing by and watching someone in need without helping?" He put the blame on Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang looked at the black sedan.
The curtain was down and he couldn't see clearly the master sitting inside.
"It's just karma. I respect other people's fate."
This instantly angered the Nangong family head, who pointed at him angrily and said, "Master Feng, my Nangong family has always respected you for what you have done. My father even lost his life to save you, and now you are just standing by and watching him die!"
"If my father knew about this, he would definitely regret saving you!"
"You are a heartless and ungrateful person!"
Feng Qingyang frowned.
This matter has always been a knot in his heart.
Can……
He raised his head and looked directly at the Nangong family head with an expressionless face, "It is precisely because I owe your Nangong family a favor. Haven't I done enough for your Nangong family over the years?"
The head of the Nangong family angrily accused: "How can it be the same? My father lost his life. What you did for us is just a piece of cake for you. How can it be compared?"
"Please ask his father to come up and talk." Jiang Ci said lightly.
Feng Qingyang said helplessly: "Master, his father has already registered in the underworld and cannot return to the world of the living."
The Great Elder and others looked at him in confusion.
"What happened to Feng Qingyang?"
"Why are you calling me Master to the air?"
The Great Elder had a strange feeling and immediately opened his third eye to look.
But, I saw nothing.
"Feng Daoyou, who are you talking to? There is nothing in front of you."
Feng Qingyang said: "My master."
"What?"
Everyone was surprised.
"Venerable Feng Ci is here?"
"It's impossible. Under the eyes of heaven, there is no place for the dead to hide. There is no soul of Venerable Feng Ci here at all."
Feng Qingyang smiled silently. That was because the master was sitting in a ghost sedan chair with talismans pasted on it. Unless she wanted them to see it, they would not be able to discover it even if their third eye was opened to the extreme.
The Great Elder took a deep breath and asked cautiously into the air, "Venerable Fengci, are you really back?"
Venerable Feng Ci had done him a favor, so whether it was true or not, he had to give it a try.
Jiang Ci didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he saw his eyes were red and he looked full of anticipation, he looked just like Feng Qingyang.
She held her forehead and said calmly: "It's me."
Then, a pitch-black sedan slowly appeared before his eyes.
The Great Elder’s eyes suddenly widened!
His mouth was also wide open.
"Venerable Feng Ci, is it really you?!"
He was a little unsure if he could only distinguish the sound through the curtain.
Jiang Ci said unhappily, "Coward."
Upon hearing this, the Great Elder burst into tears instantly!
There is no one alive in the world who remembers the name coward anymore.
And the only person who could call someone a coward in such a light tone was Venerable Feng Ci!
The other elders did not have the authority to see the ghost sedan chair. They only saw the chief elder crying at the air, which stunned everyone.
Who is the Great Elder? He is the master of metaphysics who has killed countless evil spirits!
Ever since they knew him, he has always been serious, had a sullen face, and was intimidating without even getting angry.
Many disciples of Xuanmen are afraid of him.
They had also never seen the Great Elder cry, because he was a man of iron will who would bleed but not cry.
Now I am crying so hard...
President Zhang said confidently: "It's all over. The Great Elder, like Feng Qingyang, has been bewitched by the Broken-Hand Statue."
The Great Elder turned his head and glared at him, "If you don't know, shut up."
He turned back again, with a bright smile on his old face, "Venerable, when did you come back from the underworld? Why didn't you come to see me?"
Feng Qingyang looked at him with a question mark.
Why does it feel like the Great Elder suddenly appeared to steal his master?
Jiang Ci just said, "Don't ask too much."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The great elder stepped aside and said to Feng Qingyang happily, "I didn't expect this trip to be so worthwhile!"
Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes and ignored him, with sourness almost spreading across his face.
Jiang Ci directly used his hand gestures and cast a spell to summon the soul of the old patriarch Nangong.
The head of the Nangong family was still cursing, saying that Xuanmen and Feng Qingyang did not help him and that he would expose the incident internationally.
As he was shouting, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
It was a kind of gloom that came from being stared at by a ghost.
The head of the Nangong family subconsciously looked back, only to see that his old father, who had been dead for many years, was standing behind him, his old face glowing green and filled with deep anger.
"Evil son!" The old patriarch slapped his son hard on the face.
The head of the Nangong family staggered back several steps, feeling a burning pain on his face.
"Father, are you faking your death?"
"You bastard!" The old patriarch glared angrily, slapped him again, grabbed his son by the collar, and roared sinisterly and angrily.
"I saved Master Feng back then, and that was my own will!"
"Why do you, a son of a bitch, threaten Master Feng?"
"You have ruined our entire Nangong clan. You loser, I will beat you to death today!"
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