Family practice: all members of the villain

Chapter 334 Where else can I get source blood?
At this time, almost everyone present was a little depressed. The person who came to greet him with such great force was actually only a five or six-year-old child, which made no one feel comfortable.

But compare who is the most depressed!

That must be the clan leader of the four seedlings. They came all the way here because they were invited by Qingxuan, and the reason why Qingxuan invited them was that the people from the Rakshasa Holy Sect this time could help repair the southern border. Chi Litian's barrier.

After listening to Qingxuan's explanation, they realized that the Holy Sect of Rakshasa needed Southern Xinjiang to contain the two forces of Xia Yuandao. They really believed it in their hearts. They believed that the Holy Sect of Rakshasa really had a motive to help Nanjiang.

But now, hearing Master Wuyuan's voice, they felt only disappointment!
A child of five or six years old repairs the Chi Litian barrier.

No matter how you think about it, it is nonsense.

The four chiefs of the clans, Heigu, Baitong, Ziquan and Heigu, shook their heads at the same time, with disappointment on their faces, including the elders standing behind them, who also had very different expressions on their faces at this moment. Feeling lost, he felt a bit of resentment toward Mr. Wuyuan on the carriage.

Just at this moment, the curtain of the carriage opened.

The ones who opened the curtain were two maids in black. They walked out of the curtain first and stood on both sides of the carriage. Then they turned back and opened the curtain.

The one who stepped out of the carriage was indeed a child carved in powder and jade.

He was wearing a small brocade robe trimmed with gold threads. This brocade robe was obviously tailor-made. It did not look out of place when worn on his body, but instead made it look full of nobility.

There is also a string of gold and jade locks hanging around his neck, and a piece of spiritual jade hanging from his waist. Even in the daytime, it exudes a dazzling brilliance.

She was probably still young, and her half-grown hair was tied up with a gold embroidered ribbon, revealing her pretty face that still had a childish air.

His eyes were as deep as water, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or some other reason. He didn't have the agility of his peers, and when he glanced at the people below, his expression appeared unusually calm.

"Just a kid."

"With the seventh level of Kaishen, this is the so-called Master Wuyuan, huh!"

"So many people are waiting for such a half-grown child. It's a joke."

"Qingxuan, as the lord of the temple, is simply child's play."

………………

There were several murmurs of dissatisfaction among the crowd in front. The people present today are all high-level officials of the Southern Xinjiang Five Miaos, especially the hundreds of people in the front row. Their cultivation levels are as low as the Grandmaster level. So many people are here. , waiting for a six-year-old child, this matter is indeed a bit childish.

Hou Yuduan in the crowd did not have this emotion in his heart. He was looking at Mr. Wuyuan high in the sky with his brows furrowed, and his expression gradually became a little strange.

Because there was actually a...kind feeling in his heart.

Dear, what's going on?

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"Shaoyao, Poria, let me go down!"

Mr. Wuyuan obviously heard the deliberate ridicule of those below. A child actually showed a gloomy expression on his face, which made everyone below feel some strange feelings in their hearts.

He was only at the seventh level of cultivation and was unable to control the air. He could only ask two maids in black to use their true energy to help him get down. He walked up to Qingxuan and raised his neck to look at Qingxuan, who was much taller than him. Xuan, there was no timidity at all on his face.

"Qingxuan, meet the young master!"

Regardless of what other people do, Qingxuan, the lord of the temple, is respectful to Master Wuyuan from beginning to end, and I don’t know why.

"Did you hear those people who were talking?"

Zhan Tai Wuyuan's slightly childish voice made the dozen or so people who had opened their mouths to discuss immediately shut their mouths, and the entire square suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were on him, wanting to see what he wanted to do. .

Qingxuan didn't react at the first moment and realized that Zhan Taiwuyuan was referring to the dozen or so people who were just talking. He squeezed out a smile and said with a humble expression: "These people are blind and don't know the noble status of the young master. I also ask the young master to be magnanimous and spare them once, and when Qing returns back, he will definitely reprimand them, how about it?"

All the southern Xinjiang masters in the square had more or less sullen expressions on their faces at this moment. Qingxuan, the dignified master of the southern Xinjiang temple, the patriarch of the Qingmiao tribe, a genuine martial arts saint, showed such humility to a six-year-old child. This is simply outrageous.

Not to mention the people from Southern Xinjiang, even Hou Yuduan and Cheng Yunye in the crowd became a little weird when they saw this scene.

No one doubts that Zhan Tai Wuyuan has a noble status, but the problem is that no matter how noble he is, he is only the holy son of the Rakshasa Holy Cult, a six-year-old child with a seventh-level birth. Saint, and the protection of six peak powers.

There are five sub-sages in the five seedlings in southern Xinjiang, and there are a total of eleven great masters in the Broken Realm. Qingxuan himself has the cultivation of the martial arts sub-sage in his own province, and his status as the master of the temple. He needs it, so he is so humble. What?

However, next, there will be something even more outrageous!

Qingxuan's answer just now was obviously to coax Zhan Tai Wuyuan, and he wanted to make a big deal out of a trivial matter. Normal people should just obey his words, but the young master Wuyuan not only did not obey, but also used Pointing at Qingxuan, he said: "You help me kill those people, or I will let Grandpa Duanmu take action, and many people will die!"

With the face of the most innocent child, the words he spoke were as cruel as the devil. Everyone in the square looked at Zhan Taiwuyuan, who still had an innocent face even if he threatened to kill someone, and their hearts suddenly burst out at the same time. Got this idea.

Those ten or so people said something, and the most outrageous thing was that Zhan Taiwuyuan was just a child. No matter how he calculated, he didn't offend him, but he actually asked Qingxuan to kill those people...

What kind of young master is this? He is clearly a little devil!
At this moment, Hou Yuduan couldn't help frowning.

Qingxuan's face also froze. He raised his head with some embarrassment and looked at Duanmuhong who had just stopped the carriage. He obviously wanted Duanmuhong to say a few kind words.

"No need to look at Grandpa Duanmu, he listens to me!"

Although Zhan Tai Wuyuan's voice was childish, it carried an undoubted certainty. This was also true. After hearing his words, Duan Muhong from behind immediately nodded to Qingxuan expressionlessly.

The whole square suddenly froze.

The people who just spoke were all standing in the front row. They were all warriors at the Grand Master level or even the Yuan Dan level. Among them were not only Qingmiao, but also people from the other four major Miao tribes. Even Qingxuan was a god. The Lord of the temple would not dare to casually execute his own family members, let alone the other people of the Four Seedlings.

Qingxuan thought for a long time, and finally made a decision. He turned his head towards the crowd, and said angrily:

"Those who chewed their tongues just now, what are you waiting for, don't hurry up and apologize to the young master!"

The thirteen people in the crowd who had just spoken looked confused for a while. The four people from Qing Miao were the first to stand up, and then the other nine people from Four Miao also stood up when they saw the head of their family nodding.

They all lowered their heads and walked in front of Zhan Tai Wuyuan.

"Please forgive me, young master!"

Good guy, a six-year-old child forced more than a dozen masters of the Yuandan Realm in Southern Xinjiang to bow their heads and apologize to him, and he did so in front of the leader of the Southern Xinjiang Temple, the leader of the Five Miao Clan.

The face is really big enough, it should be over now!

"I asked you to kill people, but I didn't ask them to apologize. Don't you understand?"

"Young Master, is this a little too much?"

Ziquan, the leader of the Zimiao Tribe, finally couldn't help but stand up and angrily scolded Zhan Tai Wuyuan, a young brat who didn't know how to advance or retreat. It was unheard of for him to live for such a long time.

"Grandpa Duanmu, give them only three breaths."

"Yes, son!"

After Duanmuhong answered, his eyes suddenly turned cold. He first glanced at the dozen or so people, and then stared at Qingxuan, his lips moved slightly, and he had obviously begun to count silently.

"If you want to blame, just blame them for not having eyesight!"

Ziquan was about to continue speaking, but before he could speak, Qingxuan's huge aura instantly enveloped the thirteen people. He stretched out his right palm and slapped them in the air, realizing that Qingxuan was really going to kill someone. , now let alone Ziquan, the three clan leaders Hongjuan, Heigu, and Baitong could no longer hold back their anger. They were full of momentum and were ready to stop him.

However, as soon as the momentum of the four people rose, Duanmu Hong, who was next to the carriage, took a step forward. The momentum on his body was obviously more than one step ahead of the four of them. While restraining the four of them, he coldly asked: " Four of you, are you trying to go against my holy religion?"

No one stopped him. Qing Xuan struck out with a palm. Those thirteen people were only at the Yuan Dan level. In front of him, they had no chance to fight back. They could only wait for death with horrified expressions on their faces.

boom………

With one palm strike, all 13 people were killed.

Everyone looked at the huge crater Qingxuan left in the square, and then they just raised their heads and met Zhan Taiwuyuan's scanning eyes. They immediately lowered their heads, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

After Qingxuan killed the person, his face still had no expression at all. He gestured respectfully and invited Zhan Taiwuyuan:

"The temple banquet has been prepared, young master, please come with me!"

"Well, you lead the way."

Zhan Taiwuyuan nodded lightly, turned around and waved to Duanmuhong and the other six people. The group followed Qingxuan and walked towards the temple.

As he walked towards the temple, all the southern Xinjiang masters he glanced at lowered their heads without exception.

From the moment when 13 people died, no one in the entire southern Xinjiang dared to treat Zhan Tai Wuyuan as a child.

Even though he knew it, he was only six years old.

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After returning to Huyuntang, Hou Yuduan and Cheng Yunye's minds were filled with the scene in the square, and they did not speak for a long time.

"Martial arts in Southern Xinjiang are closed off. I originally thought that only warriors with great abilities in the Broken Realm were lagging behind China. Now it seems that even the martial arts sub-sages are like this. Duanmu Hong alone can suppress four clan leaders!"

"Fifth Master, are you just thinking about this?"

"Why, are you still thinking about Mr. Wuyuan?"

Cheng Yunye nodded heavily, and said with a look of shock on his face: "A child of six years old, only six years old, is actually so murderous. He dares to rely on Duanmu Hong and the Holy Cult to intimidate a martial arts sage to kill someone. This is an outright abomination. The key point is that at such a young age, he has reached the seventh level of cultivation, and his cultivation talent is probably stronger than you and the head of the family. With such murderous nature and such strong talent, if he grows up, I’m afraid he will become a great devil.”

"Ah……"

Hou Yuduan chuckled lightly, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, and said, "Do you really think he is just murderous? That kid is very smart!"

"Fifth Master, why do you say this?"

"As soon as he arrived, he forced Qingxuan to kill people. This shocked all the Five Miao masters present. I guess no one dared to treat him as a child from now on. This time the Rakshasa Holy Cult came over, I don't know What are we going to do, but seeing how vigorous and resolute this brat is, and eager to scare them, I’m afraid we’ll need the cooperation of people from Wu Miao.”

Speaking of this, Hou Yuduan paused for a moment, then frowned slightly and said: "But it's true that he is murderous. He is so vicious at such a young age, he doesn't care about other people's lives at all, and he doesn't know where the Rakshasa religion came from I found such a brat."

Cheng Yunye nodded, thinking that their trip was to find out what the Rakshasa Holy Cult was doing in southern Xinjiang, but now they couldn't enter the temple, so he asked helplessly: "Fifth Master, we can't get in. Temple, I’m afraid it will be difficult to find out what the Rakshasa Holy Cult is doing in southern Xinjiang, what should we do next?”

"Don't worry, I'll send a letter to big brother right away!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yunye suddenly showed a hint of surprise. The Fifth Master was currently only in the Qianyang realm. It was basically unrealistic to sneak into a temple with five sub-sages to gather information.

But if the head of the family comes over, then there will definitely be no problem.

Hou Yuduan thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Cheng Yunye and asked, "Let me ask you, do you feel something is wrong with Qingxuan?"

Qingxuan, something is wrong?

Cheng Yunye nodded immediately and blurted out: "Of course, I am not the only one who thinks so. He is a bit too respectful to Zhan Tai Wuyuan. It is said that his identity and strength are there, and he should not be like this anyway. You Looking at the other four clan leaders, their reactions seem much more normal. There must be something wrong with Qingxuan. It feels like there is something that the Rakshasa Holy Cult is holding on to?"

The handle is pinched...

Hou Yuduan frowned and immediately shook his head. What kind of excuse could make a Martial Arts Master follow his advice?

What else could be the reason?
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Late at night, the main hall of the temple

Qingxuan stood alone in the middle of the main hall. The animal-headed crutch in his hand was floating quietly in mid-air. A faint aura slowly emerged from the crutch and condensed into a light door above.

After a while, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked out of the light door. They were Duanmuhong and Zhan Taiwuyuan during the day. When Qingxuan saw the two people walking out, he quickly took back his crutches and stood aside respectfully.

Zhan Tai Wuyuan walked directly to the top of the temple, sat down on the throne of the temple without any courtesy, and said softly: "The Source River in Chili Tianli has dried up, and the Source Blood must be used as a guide to revive the Source River again. "

Qingxuan looked stunned and said: "Origin blood is produced from the Yuan River. The source river has dried up. Where else can we go to get the source blood?"

Before Zhan Taiwuyuan above could speak, Duanmu Hong next to Qingxuan said: "The source blood refers to the blood essence of your ancient ancestors of the Miao people in southern Xinjiang. This thing can be said to be difficult to find in the world, but it is also It can be said that they are actually everywhere in southern Xinjiang!”

Southern Xinjiang is everywhere...

Qingxuan turned to look at Duanmuhong, his expression suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)