"If these people are really so despicable, they deserve it." Someone came out. He was a middle-aged man about forty years old. He walked steadily, his face was calm and he was very composed.
Wang Xuan looked at him in surprise and said, "If these people face off head-on, they can't be Qingmu's opponent. It's despicable to use such underhanded means."
The middle-aged man said, "That being said, my brother still hit them too hard. Some of them were crippled if not dead, and some even needed artificial hearts and lungs. Their rest of life is in jeopardy. Even if we want to punish them, it's still a bit too much."
"Yeah." Someone agreed and nodded.
Wang Xuan glanced over coldly, and said, "I see that you and some people nearby are unfamiliar. Who are you? Most of the familiar faces who practice the old arts here have been to the Pamirs. They fought with Grandmaster Chen and competed with the people in the new arts camp. I didn't see you during the battle on the Pamir Plateau, but now you come here to give instructions. Your people first hurt Qingmu, and now you say that I was too harsh. Why don't you mention that it was because of you? After Grandmaster Chen created a brilliant future for the old arts, when his own life was in danger, you wanted to kill his disciples. How much hatred do you have to do such a wicked thing? How vicious are your thoughts!"
Although there was no evidence, Wang Xuan noticed that these people communicated with each other through eye contact and knew that they were indeed in the same group, so he did not hesitate to accuse them first.
The middle-aged man's expression was slightly hesitant, he had not expected this young man to be so difficult to deal with, without saying anything, he hung them up first, making it clear that they had ulterior motives.
The eyes of many people present changed. They had indeed never seen this group of people before, but they ran into the old art camp. It was clear that they were trying to cause trouble.
The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "There are quite a few people who practice the old art, and there are all kinds of people. After hearing about Grandmaster Chen's glorious achievements in Congling, we were very inspired and called our friends to come out to contribute to the old art, so we rushed here. However, many people don't know each other, so you can't associate me and others who practice Tongyou Palm together and think that we all come here with bad intentions."
"How are you going to try your best?" Wang Xuan asked.
“Exchange and make friends, gather all the people who practice the old arts together, form a powerful force, and make the old arts more brilliant!” said the middle-aged man calmly.
Wang Xuan said coldly, "You see that Grandmaster Chen is on the verge of death, so you are here to dig into his backyard? Not only do you want to kill his disciples, but you also want to bring all the people who practice the old arts here into your organization and merge them into the forces behind you. You are thinking far ahead, but isn't it too wishful thinking?"
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, thinking that this young man was too perceptive. They did have some ideas, but it was impossible for them to implement them immediately, and as a result, they were "skinned" first.
He said coldly: "You think too much, we are here to learn from each other and make friends!"
Wang Xuan glanced at those unfamiliar faces, and he was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath, and he was extremely powerful. He said, "Then stop talking nonsense. You and the rest of you, come on together. I will spar with all of you!"
He walked forward and faced a group of people alone.
He knew very well that this storm had just begun. Some people were very powerful and actually instigated a group of people who practiced old skills to come here and do something dirty. There must be more to come.
At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart that he was tricked by Old Chen again. This old guy was probably waiting for the big storm to come, so he wanted him to leave early.
"Young man, you are so arrogant. Stop accusing us of anything." The middle-aged man would never admit it.
He said coldly: "Do you really think that you are famous and powerful just because you killed a dying grandmaster? You dare to challenge us, a group of seniors who are willing to come out and contribute to the old art. You are going too far!"
Wang Xuan looked down upon them and said, "At least, I have been to Congling and dared to fight a decisive battle with the new arts camp. I have a passion in my heart and dared to risk my life and bleed for the old arts! You guys didn't even know where to hide at that time, but now you come out to stir up trouble for your own benefit. Aren't you ashamed and shameful?!"
Then, he said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense, you know who you are, you are just a broken knife in someone else's hand, not even a sharp blade! Today I am standing here, you are one by one, a group of you are a group, come over here, I will take them all!"
"You are too arrogant!" Those people were furious and shouted as if their lungs were stabbed.
Wang Xuan ignored them and looked further away, saying, "Those who are practicing new techniques, those who are causing trouble behind the scenes, and everyone else, if you are dissatisfied, you can come over. I will take them all!"
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