"You mean, the young man who just stepped into Quandu?" Old Man Tianjian raised his eyebrows.

Fu Wangxuan nodded slightly.

"As a visitor to the Quandu Jianjian Shenfeng, he is naturally staying at Guanyue Jianju at this moment." The old man Tianjian replied.

"Okay." Fu Wangxuan shook his sleeves gently, turned around and left.

"President Fu." Old Man Tianjian called him.

Fu Wangxuan stopped, "Is there anything wrong with the Lord of Tianjian Pavilion?"

"I wonder if Master Fu is in mind the rules of Quandu." Old Man Tianjian smiled and touched the golden sword decoration on his head. "The huge Quandu is headed by the heads of the five major sword sects, the head of the Wanjian Cave Cave, and the head of the Tianjian Pavilion. Among these seven leaders, because I have experienced seniority, I am the old man. And Master Fu's arrogant appearance does not seem to take this rule seriously."

"Don't use this to restrain me." Fu Wangxuan turned his head slightly.

"You are really not suitable to be a leader." Old Man Tianjian smiled and gently shook his wine glass.

Fu Wangxuan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"We should be the greedy murderer." The old man Tianjian handed the wine to him.

"Can the devil be the head of the decent sect?" Fu Wangxuan did not take the wine glass, without any respect.

"There is no such intention." The old man Tianjian put down his wine glass, "I toast your father, and I also to you. I just think that it is more valuable to become a demon than to be a leader. There has been no precedent for demons to take up the decent predecessor in the world, but you have to set this precedent, and all you have done is just for..."

"A decent woman."

The sword-like raindrops floated gently outside. Fu Wangxuan felt that he should leave immediately now, and turned to find the young man who was given the sword by his father.

But he stopped.

He hasn't heard of this for a long time.

"She just wants to stay with the decent lord, and doesn't want to see that this world can tolerate evil people." Fu Wangxuan's tense expression was painful for a moment, but soon became serious, "So, there are some things I have to do."

"But you should know how you got to the position of the leader of Tingyu Sect." Old Man Tianjian said in a deep voice.

"Enough." Fu Wangxuan reached out and knocked the glass of wine on the table to the ground.

"That's enough." Old Man Tianjian smiled, "It's just that some things cannot solve the problem with the word "enough". That's why she passed the poster's position to her descendants in advance and then left a foreign land."

"Reward the spy, Bai Wumei's death is related to that kid." Fu Wangxuan could avoid this topic and withdrew his hand, "I have to go and question it." After saying that, he disappeared into the Tianjian Attic.

"I have to say that the word fate is really wonderful." Old Man Tianjian sighed.

Long Yuexi walked out of the side and looked around, "Was that crazy man gone?"

"Let's go." Old Man Tianjian nodded, "He's gone, you can go and do your business too."

Long Yuexi was stunned, "My business?"

"Go and collect the corpse." The old man Tianjian bent down and picked up the wine glass, "I'm afraid there is no need to deal with those who have Fusang in killing him."

The Moon-Seeing Sword Residence.

After Mr. Xie entered Quandu, he didn't know where he was going, while Luo Feiyu and Gongsun Shilan came to this temporary residence under the guidance of a sword servant.

"The rain stopped very timely." Gongsun Shilian looked at the blue sky and smiled slightly.

Luo Feiyu's eyes were dull, "Yes."

Gongsun Shilan turned her head to look at him and whispered: "I hope the rain in your heart will stop so in time."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Gongsun Shilian shook her head, "I came here with my mother when I was young. I remember there was a restaurant near me, and the wine was very delicious. You go in and rest first, and I'll buy you a pot."

"The rain in my heart?" Luo Feiyu looked at her leaving figure, shook her head, and walked into the residence.

But when he pushed the door and walked into the room, he found that there was a person sitting on a chair in the room.

After Luo Feiyu pushed the door, this man did not show anger or surprise, but was terriblely calm, as if he was deliberately waiting for him to come.

Luo Feiyu looked up at the door number and said, "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong door." He was about to turn around and leave, but the door was closed at this moment.

"He actually gave you the sword." The man stood up, his bloody clothes swaying in the darkness, like a ghost.

"Help, help." Luo Feiyu shouted for help.

But soon a blood mist filled the room, filling the whole room. Luo Feiyu felt his voice hit a bell cover and completely bounced back.

The man said coldly: "Answer my question."

Luo Feiyu saw blood mist constantly emerging from the man's sword, with a pungent fishy smell. The sword gave people the feeling that it had drunk too much blood. As the blood mist was released, the color of the sword became no longer so black, but was as bright as blood.

"The Sword of Sin, which ranks eighth in the famous sword list, is Qingshan Chaoxia. It is said that countless dead souls under the sword, and the blood stained spreads out like morning glows all over the sky." Luo Feiyu recognized the sword at a glance and said in a deep voice: "You are the wine demon Fu Qingshan."

Since he was a wine demon and a former murderer, he appeared here at this moment, and it was very likely that he came to kill people. Luo Feiyu's whole body was unconsciously tense when he thought of this.

It seemed as if Luo Feiyu was talking about an extremely unfamiliar name. The man shook his head, "He has nothing to do with me."

Luo Feiyu suddenly remembered what Gongsun Shilian said to him not long ago on Gushan. His tone suddenly became sharper, "So, you are the leader of Tingyu Sect, Fu Wangxuan."

Fu Wangxuan was stunned. He seemed to have not expected Luo Feiyu to know his identity very well. But he quickly reacted and said with great sincerity: "Give me the sword given by the old man."

"Okay." Luo Feiyu smiled and touched the sword bag behind him.

Fu Wangxuan noticed his move and stopped talking.

The moment he was waiting for the sword to be drawn, he was ready to seize the sword.

The atmosphere became very quiet.

But soon, the sound of raindrops pouring down on the ground suddenly rang out. Fu Wangxuan looked out the window and found that there was no trace of rain falling.

I saw a sword hanging under the eaves, shattered.

"Who are you talking about? Is it the old man who likes to think about why the sunset is so red in the wind and sand?" Luo Feiyu smiled sly, and the sword was already holding it.

"You're playing tricks on me." Fu Wangxuan said coldly.

"The sword of sin should be broken." Luo Feiyu's tone was firm.
Chapter completed!