Chapter 252: The Matter of Baihua Pavilion Has Come to an End

Dressed in black.

Holding a spiritual weapon scimitar.

The old man had no expression on his face, and his body was vaguely filled with the aura of blood.

At this moment, he was looking up at the current Pavilion Master Xin Jun of Baihua Pavilion.

About, a moment later.

As one of the three commanders of the Shadow Guard, Zhen slowly walked towards the direction of the current Pavilion Master Xin Jun of Baihua Pavilion.

"After all, it's over."

"In this fight, not even the ancestor of the Luo family in Bluestone City appeared in the Mortal Transformation Realm."

"Bluestone City, Luo Family"

"The hidden strength is really terrifying and makes people feel a little chilly."

Xin Jun silently looked at the mysterious old man who kept walking towards him.

However, for this.

His face did not show any fear or uneasiness.

The last moments before death.

Instead, he gradually felt relieved.

Death is either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

Xin Jun didn't know what the attitude of the rest of Baihua Pavilion towards death was.

But, he knew it.

At the last moment of death, his attitude towards life was as light as that of a feather.

【puff】

There was a dull sound.

The head of the current Pavilion Master of Baihua Pavilion slowly fell to the ground.

The bright red blood was slowly flowing on the ground.

The strong smell of blood gradually dyed the sky red for a long time.

Although, Baihua Pavilion did not bring many people.

But it was just the blood of these people that gradually gathered and condensed.

But it seems that it has been able to change the color of the world.

"The road to spiritual practice is not easy."

"Now, outside our Bluestone City, several blood refining cultivators and dozens and hundreds of Zang Refining Realm monks have died."

"How sad is this situation?"

Bluestone City, at the city gate.

Luo Ping is the current head of the Luo family in Qingshi City.

He squinted his eyes slightly.

Watching quietly, everything in front of you.

After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Although, those dead blood refining or zang refining monks were all people in Baihua Pavilion.

However, in the heart of Luo Ping, the current head of the Luo family.

There was still a hint of sadness that could not help but appear.

Perhaps, this world is so cold and cruel from beginning to end.

The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

A strong person can control everything.

For the weak, even their own lives are in the hands of others.

Letting what others think can determine your life or death.

Now, the people in Baihua Pavilion are dead.

But who knows, some time in the future.

Will those who died become members of his Qingshichengluo family again?

I pondered in my heart for a long time.

Suddenly, Luo Ping smiled and shook his head.

None of this seems to be important anymore.

As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there will always be a tall person to hold it up.

Today, he is the current head of the Luo family.

It is true that he needs to take care of all the affairs in the family.

Just, the position of the head of the family.

It didn't always belong to Luoping.

Wait until the family trains that little guy Luo Yao.

Moreover, as Luoping's energy gradually weakened, as his thoughts gradually slowed down and even solidified.

The position of head of the Luo family will always be passed on to the new generation of the family.

And if Luo Ping is removed from the position of the current head of the Luo family.

After that, things like this.

Why is he worrying so much?

Eat carrots but don’t worry?

Besides, the Changfeng ancestor from his Luo family is still alive and well.

So, why should he worry about this?

"Boy, work hard in the future."

"When will you be tempered and the Changfeng ancestor will fully recognize you?"

"I will pass on the position of the head of the family to you."

"How about it? Listening to what I said, are you a little excited now?"

Bluestone City, at the city gate.

As the current head of the Luo family, Luo Ping suddenly turned his head.

He squinted his eyes slightly, with a slight smile on his face.

He whispered to the little guy next to him, Luo Yao.

But, regarding Luo Ping's words.

Luo Yao couldn't help but show no excitement on his face.

Instead, he expressed a question mark on his forehead.

Luo Yao: "???"

Luo Yao: "Am I excited?"

Luo Yao: "I'm afraid it's too late. How can I be excited?"

Of course, words like this.

Luo Yao could only dare to think silently in his heart.

If he dared to say all the true words in his heart word for word.

Even though it's not that good now.

But in the future, his life will inevitably be more painful and desolate than in the past.

When the time comes, don’t mention it as a rest day.

Even fishing for a while is probably not possible.

"What, you're unhappy?"

Luo Ping saw Luo Yao beside him, his head slightly lowered, and there was no reaction for a long time.

As a result, Luo Ping narrowed his eyes slightly.

A dangerous light flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes.

He smiled slightly and asked Luo Yao beside him again in a low voice.

"Happy, happy, I'm really happy"

Luo Yao raised his head.

He looked at Luo Ping, the head of the family beside him.

He forced his mouth to open, revealing a somewhat ugly smile.

Until he finished these things.

The head of the family beside him seemed to let him go.

With the death of the cultivator in the middle stage of the blood refining realm of Baihua Pavilion.

With the death of Xin Jun, the current head of Baihua Pavilion.

With all the cultivators of Baihua Pavilion, all died here.

Those who were dressed in black and held blood-stained spiritual weapons and scimitars in their hands.

The shadow guards who exuded waves of bloody aura slowly disappeared in front of everyone.

As for the final aftermath.

That was naturally left to the group of cultivators who had no name and were eliminated from the shadow guard reserve.

"The matter at Baihua Pavilion has come to an end."

"We should go back."

"Today's matter has not been dealt with yet."

"After we go back, we still have to deal with the government affairs within the family."

As Luo Ping, the current head of the Luo family, said this, he turned around silently and walked towards the direction of the Luo family's land.

"Deal with the government affairs that have not been dealt with yet?"

Beside Luo Ping, Luo Yao, who was being trained as the next head of the Luo family, heard this.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

How did he suddenly forget about this?

In comparison, it was extremely difficult to deal with those government affairs within the family.

Luo Yao suddenly felt that he seemed to be still at the gate of Qingshi City.

It would be more comfortable to blow the cool breeze while silently appreciating the killing feast of those shadow guards.

Although, Luo Yao didn't want to leave.

I didn't want to go back to that boring and dull room.

However, the head of his family, Luo Ping, had already turned around and walked away.

How could he stay here alone?

Helplessly, Luo Yao had to look sad.

Silently, he followed the head of his family and walked back step by step in the direction of the Luo family's land.

The matter of Baihua Pavilion had already attracted the attention of many people.

And after all the people of Baihua Pavilion were buried outside Qingshi City.

This matter was like a virus.

It spread crazily throughout the Dafeng Dynasty and even reached the ears of some forces outside the Dafeng Dynasty.

The name of the Luo family in Qingshi City.

It also gradually appeared on the list of those families or forces that must not be easily provoked.

After all, as strong as the Baihua Pavilion, it has already been like this.

They are forces that are somewhat inferior to the Baihua Pavilion.

If they really provoke the Luo family in Qingshi City, how should they deal with it if they encounter the Luo family in Qingshi City?

In a blink of an eye, time came to three days later.

Dafeng Dynasty, Zijin Mansion, deep in the palace.

In a hall with only three people.

At this time, Feng Wumian, the current emperor of Dafeng Dynasty, was sitting quietly on the golden chair.

His eyes were slightly narrowed.

His face was hidden in the shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

And next to the new emperor Feng Wumian.

It was Feng Wuhen and Feng Wushi, who had been defeated early.

"You should have known about the things in Baihua Pavilion, right?"

After a long silence.

Feng Wumian, who was sitting quietly on the main seat, couldn't help but speak to the two people beside him.

"What if I know, what if I don't know?"

Feng Wuhen's attitude towards Feng Wumian was still extremely unconvinced.

He had just arrived.

Between the words, they had already begun to be a little weird.

After all, the three ancestors who had retreated in the depths of the royal family of Dafeng Dynasty had already said it.

The three branches of the royal Feng family compete.

Whoever wins will own the world of the Dafeng Dynasty.

Feng Wushi, one of the three branches of the royal Feng family of the Dafeng Dynasty, was defeated early, so Feng Wushi withdrew from the competition of the three branches of the royal family early.

Only Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen were left.

Originally, according to the script set by the three branches of their Feng family.

Between Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen.

In the end, there will always be a real struggle.

But with the emergence of the Great Yan Dynasty, with the Baifan Temple eating up the power of the Great Yan Dynasty in the territory of the Great Feng Dynasty, and with the hidden strength of the Luo family in Qingshi City gradually exposed to the public.

The competition between the three branches of the Dafeng Dynasty, the royal Feng family, and the royal Feng family gradually became a digestion.

A joke that looks very funny.

The ancestors of the three branches of the royal Feng family just gave an order.

Feng Wuhen had to give up the competition and returned to the Purple Gold Mansion.

And Feng Wumian, the new emperor of the Dafeng Dynasty, became the only and true ruler and leader of the Feng Family of the Dafeng Dynasty.

In this case, how could Feng Wuhen not be envious and jealous?

Now, just a few sarcastic remarks, this is already the best situation.

On the main seat.

Feng Wumian, the current emperor of the Gale Dynasty, just glanced at his second brother Feng Wuhen.

However, he ignored Feng Wuhen's plan.

After that, he looked in the direction where his third brother Feng was undoubtedly.

He seemed to want to hear what his third brother thought.

After all, compared to Feng Wuhen's sarcasm, he was naturally more willing to listen to what his third brother was thinking.

"Brother, of course I already know about the things at Baihua Pavilion."

"However, isn't there an expectation for the outcome of this matter early on?"

"Baihua Pavilion, what kind of existence is that?"

"It is said that the people with the highest cultivation level in Baihua Pavilion are only monks who have only reached the advanced stage of blood training."

"Let alone the transformation beyond blood refining, there is not even a single practitioner in the middle stage of blood refining in Baihua Pavilion."

"On the other hand, the Luo family in Qingshi City."

"We have long known in our hearts that the ancestors of the Luo family in Bluestone City have a level of cultivation that is above that of blood refining."

"So, no matter how unbearable the Luo family in Bluestone City is."

"As long as the ancestor of the Mortal Transformation Realm who is sitting in the Luo family's land in Qingshi City takes action, there will only be one ending for Baihua Pavilion."

"That is, buried outside the Luo family's land in Qingshi City."

"This time, although the news is that the ancestor of the Mortal Transformation Realm in the Qingshi Chengluo family did not take action."

"But actually, it's pretty much the same."

"The Luo family of Bluestone City has an ancestor who is in the Mortal Realm."

"Even if the middle and high-level people in the hands of the Luo family in Bluestone City are stronger, what will happen?"

"For forces like ours, the real struggle depends on the struggle between monks in the Mortal Transformation Realm."

"If the monks in the Mortal Transformation Realm win the battle, then we can win."

"If so, the three Mortal Transformation Realm ancestors of our Feng family were defeated by the Mortal Transformation Realm ancestors from the Bluestone City Luo Family."

"By that time, no matter how many Blood Refining Realm monks we have in the Feng Family, we will have enough."

"That's also useless."

After saying these words.

Feng undoubtedly took two steps back silently.

After that, he lowered his head slightly and stopped talking.

Previously, the three branches of the Feng family of the Gale Dynasty were still in a state of struggle.

There is no doubt that Feng is one of the representatives of the three meridians.

Indeed, he was somewhat unclear about the facts and current situation.

As a result, it led to his own defeat.

But after that tragic defeat, he returned to the place where the Feng family made their fortune, the Queen of the Zijin Mansion.

His thoughts instantly became much clearer.

His vision gradually became clearer.

If he could use one sentence to describe his current situation, Feng undoubtedly felt that it would be most appropriate to use the sentence "Those who are in authority are confused, but those who are watching can be clear" to describe his current situation.

"The competition is between the ancestors of the Mortal Transformation Realm?"

"If the ancestor in the Mortal Realm wins, we can win."

"If the ancestor of the Mortal Transformation Realm is defeated, even if there are more practitioners in the Blood Training Realm, will it be of no use?"

Above the main seat.

Feng Wumian narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking silently in his heart.