Chapter 747 The First Student to Die in the Battle of 100 Schools of Thought, Asking for an Explanation

Kong Yuan smiled and replied: "Palace Master Chen was joking, I didn't expect that Palace Master Chen would still remember this little thing."

"Mr. Kong Yuan's character and integrity throughout his life naturally left a deep impression on Xintong. It's a pity that when Xintong returned, you had already entered the Thirty-sixth Palace and fell asleep and could no longer visit you."

Having said this, Chen Xintong bowed to Kong Yuan, cupped his hands and said, "Xintong has paid homage to Mr. Kong Yuan here."

Kong Yuan raised his hand and used his talent to support Chen Xintong, "No need to be polite. I only have one question when I come here. Does the Holy Master know?"

"I know." Chen Xintong replied.

"Okay, then everything will be as you want. I believe you."

After that, Kong Yuan's figure turned into blue light again and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving his last words, "Xintong, if you have a chance, help me take care of my two children. I owe them a lot. "

Kong Zhan was dumbfounded. He looked at his ancestor and left like this. He was completely dumbfounded. Didn't he agree to save himself? Why did you just leave like this?

Chen Xintong looked at Kong Felt and said with a smile, "Are you surprised?"

"I……"

Kong Zang opened his mouth, but in the end he could only kneel on the ground weakly. He looked at Chen Xintong, his face full of despair.

"The Kong family is the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism, and its requirements for family tradition are even stronger than strength. If your actions were known to the ancestors of the Kong family, you would have been expelled from the family long ago."

"He didn't kill you on the spot. He already gave you enough face. Do you really think he can save you?"

Chen Xintong looked at Kong Zhan as if he were looking at a fool.

"Palace Master Chen, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. As long as you let me go, I will do whatever I want to you from now on without any complaints."

At this time, Kong Felt also put aside all his pride. In order to survive, he even gave up his dignity and kowtowed directly to Chen Xintong.

"There is no trace of literary character. People like you will be a disaster if they remain in the world."

Chen Xintong sighed, applied some force with her palm, and with a click, she broke Kong Xiang's neck and threw Kong Xiang's body aside like trash.

At the same time, Kong Zhan's real body outside the illusory world of the divine pupil also suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief. After a moment, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he fell straight backwards. go.

"Kong Felt!"

Outside Tianqing City, in the Wenming Hall of the Kong family, the Wenming jade plaque representing Kong Felt instantly shattered. The literati guarding here were stunned when they saw this, and quickly rubbed their eyes, and after repeated confirmation , and quickly reported the matter to the current head of the Kong family.

Soon, dozens of figures gathered in the Wenming Hall. The current head of the Kong family, Kong Xiuran, was sitting on the main seat. He had his hands behind his back, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of anger.

"Zhan'er is the most outstanding disciple of my generation in the Kong family. He was even favored by the ancestor and personally gave him power. Who is it? Who dares to kill him?"

Kong Xiuran suddenly slapped the table beside him, and the table instantly turned into powder. He looked at the people in the hall and shouted angrily.

"Master, Kong Felt has gone to participate in the battle of a hundred schools of thought. Master Chen once said that in the battle of a hundred schools of thought, he would ensure the safety of all students. Now that Kong Felt is dead, Mr. Chen will definitely give the master an explanation."

At this time, a scholar stood up and said to Kong Xiuran.

"Explanation? My disciple of the Kong family is dead, and he can solve the problem with just one explanation?"

Kong Xiuran glared and shouted angrily: "All the Half-Saints who are idle at home will follow me to the Master's Hall. I want to know how Zhan'er died!"

"yes!"

Soon, the entire Kong family headed to Lingyun Pavilion’s Master’s Hall.

Kong Felt's death, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, soon caused a storm. Countless people were speculating on the cause of Kong Felt's death, and each family began to worry that their own genius would perish in this battle of a hundred schools of thought.

In short, the entire Tianwaitian became lively because of Kong Felt's death.

Just when the whole world was discussing Kong Felt's death, everyone in the Kong family also gathered in front of the Master's Hall. Thirteen semi-saints came this time. Seeing Kong Xiuran's menacing look, they immediately He punched open the door of the Master's Palace and then strode in.

At this time, Chen Xintong was sitting on the main seat. He was holding a tea cup in his left hand and a tea lid in his right hand, blowing hot tea in a decent manner. He seemed not to have seen Kong Xiuran's arrival.

The man in golden robe sitting next to Chen Xintong was Ran Qiu.

"When the First Master's Hall was founded, the Holy Master made a rule that when entering the hall, all disciples and hundreds of schools must knock on the door three times and wait for a response from the courtyard before they can enter."

"Xiuran, you are so arrogant and unreasonable, leading people to break in directly. Are you despising the Holy Master and making the entire Tianwaitian an enemy?"

Chen Xintong looked at Kong Xiuran, her tone full of indifference.

"Hmph! Chen Xintong, please stop trying to slap me in such a big way. My disciple of the Kong family, Kong Felt, died in the Battle of the Hundred Schools of Thought. You must give me an explanation for this matter, otherwise, the Kong family will never let it go!"

Kong Xiuran snorted coldly, not caring at all that Chen Xintong was a sub-sage and that he was the master of the First Master Hall.

"Xiuran, you are now 1,600 years old. If it weren't for the extraordinary talent of the Heavenly Genius, you would have stepped into the coffin. Why are you still as impulsive as you were when you were young? I remember you and I as the Holy Son of the same generation. Let this matter be bygones. ”

Chen Xintong sighed softly as he looked at Kong Xiuran, who had an old face and gray hair. The two were of the same age. Chen Xintong was still a 30-year-old middle-aged man, while Kong Xiuran still needed to rely on the longevity techniques of farmers and doctors to survive. Although he looked energetic, he was just a weak man.

"Don't play the emotional card here."

Kong Xiuran interrupted Chen Xintong directly. He looked at Chen Xintong and said coldly: "I just want to ask you, how did Kong Zhan die?"

"He died with more punishment."

Chen Xintong put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at Kong Xiuran, and said lightly.

"What did you say?!"

Kong Xiuran was furious when he heard this. He suddenly took a step forward, and his cultivation at the peak of the semi-saint level instantly burst out, and the terrifying momentum instantly enveloped the entire Master Hall.

"Kong Xiuran, are you going to fight me? Don't forget who was the first saint back then."

Chen Xintong's golden eyes looked at Kong Xiuran. Facing Kong Xiuran's terrifying momentum, he still looked calm.

"Hmph! Chen Xintong, if you don't give me an explanation today, our Kong family will fight you to the end!"

Kong Xiuran naturally didn't dare to fight. The gap between the semi-saint and the sub-saint was like a chasm. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly.

"I don't have an explanation, but I have some pictures of why Kong Jian died. Do you want to see it?"

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