The audience exclaimed.

Only a very small number of people remained unchanged.

Including the blindfolded old man.

Almost no one knows that after experiencing the pain of losing his grandson, the old man in Lin Guangtang was extremely pampered by his second grandson. Otherwise, he would not have spent a huge amount of money to raise many masters to teach him martial arts, he would not have sent Chen Wuwen to come with him to secret meetings, and he would not agree to bring the two things in the treasure pot!

Anyone with a discerning eye could see at the secret meeting that Mr. Wang intends to train Wang Hongfeng to become his successor.

But the successor he chose, his flesh and blood, was actually killed by himself!

Wang Hongfeng's eyes, whose eyes were wide open due to surprise, suddenly turned red. Soon, blood fountain burst out from the two holes on his head, and he collapsed on the ground.

"What's going on?" Even Luo Feiyu drove Chen's sword without asking, his eyes full of surprise.

"Could this person have the means to control people's mind?" A young woman looked at the calm old man and asked hesitantly.

"My brother Wang's pupils are clear, but his breath is unstable. He was the one who had the intention to kill himself." Li Peilan witnessed all this, "It's just that these things are not what you should think about now, so don't think about them too much."

There were not many emotional fluctuations, including Ren Shaohua. He had already heard of this similar thing: the stupid people in power sacrificed their brother's happiness for the sake of their interests, which created a lifetime of regret among the rising martial arts artists in contemporary times.

Wang Qingfeng killed his grandson, naturally for the sake of profit.

"Has he been sinned to death?" The old man took a step forward to prevent the blood fountain from splattering on him.

"No matter who it is, once you have the idea of ​​attacking you, you must die." Wang Qingfeng's answer was very simple, "Because you are my old Wang's savior."

"You seem to have only one grandson." The old man said with a slight slightest.

"It's just an incompetent grandson." Wang Qingfeng took out another white jade cigarette pole again and began to smoke slowly, "Go and take those two things over."

The four great men placed his chariot on the ground, and the great man in front walked forward, putting the gold-free plate and jade snow ruler on the small table in front of the chariot.

Wang Qingfeng raised the cigarette pole and pointed it at the Yuxue ruler and gently tapped it. The jade ruler was radiated with fluorescent dust, dimming little by little.

This time, no one exclaimed.

Instead, they all fell into a dead silence.

Every time you have a treasure pot, you can attract a little wealth. The reason why Lin Guangtang can become the richest man in the world is that he has four points of wealth. In addition to the one he made by Wang Qingfeng's early years, the remaining three points are due to these three treasure pots.

The successor can still be chosen once he dies.

The birth of a treasure pot will take hundreds or even thousands of years, let alone take it for yourself.

If ruined, it is really ruined.

What was destroyed together was the whole world's fortune.

Sometimes, a little fortune can widen many gaps. At least from now on, in the opinion of the top rich list, Lin Guangtang is no longer an insurmountable mountain.

After a while, the old man laughed and said, "The price is very high."

"Before my turtle grandson died, I said that the existence of Lin Guangtang and the meaning of the world are by any means. He may have his own means." Wang Qingfeng blew away the dust, "and I also have my own means. In my opinion, this is a good deal."

"No wonder Lin Guangtang can become the richest man in the world in your hands." The old man praised: "I deserve it."

"It is indeed a good deal to use the life of a close person and a treasure pot to express your determination to protect the nine heads of the family that provided him with capital to start his own business." Li Peilan revealed the mystery in his words.

Wang Qingfeng lowered his head and said, "Sir, please."

Seeing that he had expressed his determination, the old man stopped continuing, but looked at Luo Feiyu's side.

When Lang Kechen didn't ask, he had not disappeared from the world, his sword-drawing technique made countless people frightened and he was out of the sheath and found blood. Luo Feiyu was obviously at a disadvantage.

Ren Shaohua wanted to come forward to help, but was stopped by the old man.

"Sir?" Ren Shaohua was puzzled.

"This is a rare experience for him." The old man murmured: "Because in the near future, he will usher in a fierce battle for him. What he has to face is probably the number one master in the martial arts world in the past ten years."

"The first master? Fight fiercely?" Ren Shaohua was still confused, but when he looked up, the old man had already walked forward.

"Sir." When passing by the Li family in Xiaoxiang, Li Peilan, who had to rely on support from others to stand, ignored the young woman next to her, and skipped the surprise of the audience, and stood up tremblingly with a cane.

The old man's footsteps stopped for a moment, "So many years have passed in a blink of an eye. Back then, you seemed to be just a little doll with jade carvings."

"At that time, the sir was just a young man with a doctor's back on his back." Li Peilan smiled helplessly, "We are all old."

"No, I'm not old yet." The old man shook his head.

"How dare I grow old this day?" After saying that, he walked straight towards the poster's position.

In order to keep the poster, Wang Qingfeng from Linguangtang killed his grandson in front of the blindfolded old man and destroyed another treasure pot; Li Peilan, the owner of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, even stood up to salute him with his sick body over 80 years old.

"Who is this person?" Someone began to whisper.

But some people have pieced together these things and formed a guess in their hearts. But it was just a guess, because it was too long for this person to disappear. Until the end, no one dared to make this conclusion.

Until Li Peilan bowed her head and used all her strength to say:

"Welcome to Bai Xiaosheng back."

Bai Xiaosheng?

The one who founded Tianji Pavilion and served as the first owner of this Tianji Tower, Bai Xiaosheng!

In a blink of an eye, the old man had already arrived in front of the Hongpao Tower Master.

The owner of the Hongpao Tower sighed softly. Although there are few records about this in Tianji Tower, as the owner of the Tower, she must also know some of the past of all the owners.

She also knew that Li Peilan's words were absolutely nothing.

"Are you the owner?" the old man asked.

"Bai Xiaosheng has returned, this position should be returned to Mr.." The Hongpao Tower Master stood up.

"How is that possible! Almost one hundred and fifty years have passed since the establishment of Tianji Pavilion, and Bai Xiaosheng is the nickname of the third pavilion master. How can there be really people in the world who can live for a hundred years and be immortal!"

"There is such a person."

"However, there is only one person in this world."

"who?"

"I thank the judge for writing too late. I ask you about death or life in front of the bottle."
Chapter completed!