Fighter of the Destiny

Don't you think you're dead? Although this person's level of talent is not as good as those real geniuses at the top of the Free and Easy List and the Golden Touch List, he is still a celebrity in mainland China.

After all, not everyone can be like him. Both his parents are strong men in the sacred realm. In fact, apart from His Highness Luoluo, there is no other person with such a background.

Such a person actually died? Who dares to kill him?

Thinking of this, more than a thousand eyes on Yaping looked at Chen Changsheng again.

Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng has deep grudges with the State Education, or to be more precise, the State Education Academy and Wuwu Bi and Bie Tianxin, the mother and son.

Moreover, he dares to kill Bie Tianxin and has the ability to kill Bie Tianxin... Looking at the mainland, there are indeed too few people. Who else besides His Majesty the Pope?

Chen Changsheng looked at the sadness in Bie Biang's red eyes and knew that what Wu Wan Bi said was true. It turned out that Bie Tianxin was really dead.

His mood sank, and he found that today's matter was more troublesome than what he had deduced with the Huijian yesterday.

Back then in Kyoto, the Li Palace launched various martial arts performances. He had a confrontation with the National Education Academy, Bie Tianxin and the servant, but the matter was transferred from the Li Palace Affiliated Hospital to Su Moyu with a very timely letter from Bie Yihong. The National Education Academy was quickly calmed down.

After that, Wuwu Bi once went to the National Education Academy at night, intending to kill Xuanyuan and establish his authority, but was cut into a bereaved dog by a letter from Su Li.

Both times before and after, Chen Changsheng and the National Education Academy were not at a disadvantage, so he never thought about taking revenge on Wuwu Bi and Bi Tianxin. Even with the passage of time and the occurrence of countless major events, he has almost forgotten the past. When he met Bie Tianxin in Hanqiu City a few days ago, he didn't even look at her.

"Sir, please explain clearly what happened." Chen Changsheng looked at Biyanghong and said.

Bie Yihong looked at him deeply and said, "My son is unworthy, but I don't think the crime will lead to death. I came here today to know why he was killed."

Chen Changsheng said: "The last time I saw Bie Tianxin was in Han Qiucheng. I hadn't seen him in the previous three years."

Gou Hanshi stood up and said, "Sir, I would like to express my condolences. I think there may be some misunderstanding about this matter, so I would like to ask the senior to explain the details."

Bie Yihong clasped her hands behind her back and looked at Tongjiang in the wilderness outside the cliff, her expression gradually becoming colder.

"My son died yesterday on the Xiajiang River 20 miles east of Fengyang County. His body was smashed and ashes were thrown into the bottom of the river. If my husband and I hadn't left a mark on him and had other secret methods, I'm afraid we wouldn't have noticed it at all. , and when we discover something has changed in the future, we will no longer be able to find where he is. The person who did it is so vicious and thoughtful, it’s really admirable.”

How could this strong man admire the murderer of his own son? It was an irony of course.

The more he admired him, the more he wanted that person to die, and to die miserably, it would have to be countless times more cruel than being beaten to ashes.

Yaping was very quiet, and everyone listened to these words with solemn expressions.

When they heard about Fengyang County, Tang Sanliu and Hu Sanliu looked at each other, feeling a lot of uneasiness.

Chen Changsheng said: "I have indeed been to Fengyang County, but I have not seen your son."

Bie Yihong was not surprised that he would admit that he had been to Fengyang County. Tens of thousands of believers had seen it with their own eyes. Who could deny it?

He looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, "Did Nanke take you flying across the river somewhere?"

Chen Changsheng recalled the scene at that time and said, "Not bad."

Bie Yihong was silent for a while and said, "His remains are under the river."

After hearing this, Chen Changsheng remained silent and did not speak.

As the person involved, he naturally knew that this must be a conspiracy. The problem was that this conspiracy was so powerful that he had nothing to say.

Wuxianbi shouted at Biyanghong: "Why are you talking nonsense to him?"

The slightly cold mountain wind blew back and forth on the cliff, blowing her white hair and looking a little embarrassed.

Chen Changsheng had never liked her, but seeing her sad look, he sympathized with Zisheng and said, "It's really not me."

Wuxianbi turned around and stared at him, her eyes so vicious that she wanted to bite him, and said, "Then hand over that evil dragon!"

Chen Changsheng was a little confused as to why Wuxianbi kept targeting Zhizhi and asked, "Did anyone see her kill Bie Tianxin with their own eyes?"

"No, even witnesses who have witnessed it with their own eyes can be bribed. I don't necessarily believe it."

Bie Yihong looked at him and said, "Although some evidence cannot speak, it is more trustworthy because it cannot be bribed or disguised."

After saying this, he extended his right hand.

The famous little red flower was still hanging on his little finger, swaying slowly in the breeze.

But everyone's attention was not on the little red flower, but on the top of his palm.

An extremely pure starlight overflowed from his palm, covering more than ten extremely small ice particles.

Those ice particles were so tiny that they couldn't be seen clearly at a distance. However, when these ice particles appeared, the temperature on the summit cliffs and flats for several miles around suddenly dropped slightly.

There was even a light layer of frost on the grass beside Bieyang Hong.

What is this thing that is so cold?

Chen Changsheng didn't recognize these things, but he was very familiar with this cold breath.

The next moment, his expression changed slightly.

Is this conspiracy really difficult to crack?

"This is the deep cold dragon breath that only the Mysterious Frost Dragon has. It cannot be faked."

Bie Yihong looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "How do you explain, Your Majesty?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, and then it gradually returned to silence.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Chen Changsheng.

The expressions of Gou Hanshi and the vice president of Huaiyuan became solemn.

The Prime Minister and the God General looked at each other and remained silent.

Huaibi sneered.

Many big shots know that there is only one Mysterious Frost Dragon in the mainland.

Those monks who didn't know it already knew about it through previous discussions.

That mysterious frost dragon is the protagonist of the legend of Beishinqiao in Kyoto, and is also the guardian of the contemporary Pope Chen Changsheng!

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"Who said that the Deep Cold Dragon Breath must belong to the Mysterious Frost Dragon?"

"Even if it's the Mysterious Frost Dragon, who can be sure that it must be Chen Changsheng's black dragon?"

"The Dragon Clan lives on the South China Sea Islands. The Golden Dragon Clan is gone, but the Mysterious Frost Giant Dragon Clan is still there. Who knows that there isn't another Mysterious Frost Giant Dragon coming to the mainland?"

In such a tense and depressing atmosphere, the only person who could still speak in such a frivolous tone was Tang Sanliu.

He already felt that today's matter would be very difficult and troublesome. Neither Chen Changsheng nor he could think of a way to solve the situation.

Therefore, he could only try to make the situation more chaotic by using messy methods to see if he could find a way out of it.

Many people would be a little passive when faced with Tang Sanliu's methods, and then respond inappropriately.

But Bing Yihong's response was very simple. He said seriously to Tang Sanliu: "My son is dead, please don't do this."

Tang Thirty-Six was silent for a long time, and then retreated.