"Come on!"

The patriarch of the Ceng clan, Ceng Fenghua, roared, and a person appeared in front of him, knelt down on one knee.

"Check, we must find out who killed my son."

"Yes!"

The figure disappeared.

Mu Fenghua was puzzled, and he could pat his hands around, and the surrounding buildings instantly shattered and turned into a pile of ruins.

"No matter who you are, I will smash you into pieces."

After speaking, Clam Fenghua walked towards other places.

Seafood is his youngest son and his second son. The eldest son was born a thousand years ago. This youngest son was born to the daughter of the Conch patriarch, so the two clans have a close relationship. In order to please the daughter of the patriarch of Conch, she deliberately let her youngest son have the same surname as her.

The sea race is different from the human race in that the fertility rate is not high, and in this world of cultivation, the stronger the strength, the lower the chance of having children.

So Clam Fenghua is particularly fond of seafood, and now he knows that he is dead, why not make him angry.

At this time, the battle is under the stage.

"Okay, very good. Zhenxi King, you are very good."

The anger of the old man with the tortoise shell dissipated instantly, and the seafood was dead, no matter how angry he was, it would not help.

With a big wave of his hand, he directly swept away the head and body of the seafood in the air, and then led the other tianjiao of the Sea Clan toward the ocean.

"You just left? Don't you continue to fight?"

Yang Dingtian joked.

The old man with a tortoise shell paused and said without looking back.

"I hope you Xitian City will be able to withstand the attack of the clan chief of the Clam clan."

Then, the turtle shell old man took all the Sea Race Tianjiao into the sea and disappeared.

"Who is the old man with the tortoise shell? He speaks so confidently?"

Yang Fan asked Yang Guangyi.

"He is the overlord of the sea clan, the elder of the Xuanwu clan."

"Xuanwu clan?"

Because he rarely walked near the ocean, Yang Fan didn't know much about the situation of the Sea Clan. I only know that this Xuanwu clan is the most powerful of all the sea clan races, and there is no force on the Five Source Continent that can fight against it, at least not the Xuanwu clan opponent in terms of foundation.

"Yes, the Xuanwu clan is terrible. On the bright side, there is an ancestor of a half-step human fairyland, known as Xuanwu Laogui, who is stronger than the old master of Taoism, Quan Xuzi. The exact age is not clear, but some people say, He was born not long after the founding of the five great nations."

"Doesn't it have lived for at least 50,000 years? It's really a bastard, can a tortoise live so long?"

Yang Fan's voice was not loud, but the Human Race cultivators present clearly heard it, and some people cast sympathetic glances at Yang Fan.

"Shh!"

Yang Guangyi hurriedly stopped Yang Fan from speaking.

"You are so courageous, you have never dared to speak ill of the Xuanwu clan."

Yang Fan shrugged and didn't think there was anything.

"Why do you want to shoot?"

Yang Dingtian asked the half-step Mahayana elder beside him.

On his face, there was some displeasure.

"Don't you think that it will be beneficial to us to cause a war between the fire country and the clam clan?"

The real name of the half-step Mahayana elder Yang Dingtian did not know. He suddenly came to Zhenxi Palace more than ten years ago. After several years of observation, Yang Dingtian didn't trust him much.

"But have you thought about it. The Clam clan first dealt with me, Xitian City, my king. Besides, do you think that with a clam clan, you can fight the entire fire country?"

Yang Dingtian's tone was a little angry.

The old man is not in a hurry.

"They won't attack, even if they will, they are not our opponents at all."

Yang Dingtian still looked ugly.

"Then what if the entire Sea Clan comes?"

The old man laughed.

"My lord, do you think the Xuanwu clan will fight the fire country for the sake of a sea clan that is in a unified stage?"

Yang Dingtian frowned, and it took a full minute or two before his brows loosened.

"You are right, but I hope you remember to tell me next time you do it. After all, this is my fief."

The old man nodded, not irritated by Yang Dingtian's words.

In fact, the old man didn't dare even if he thought about it, but he knew Yang Dingtian's inside story very well.

With the departure of the Sea Clan Tianjiao, Yang Dingtian immediately summoned an army of 30,000 people to come near the seaside to guard against the Sea Clan's sneak attacks.

In this way, Yang Fan stayed in Zhenxi Palace for more than half a month. During this period, the relationship between Yang Fan and Yang Guangyi became better and better, and some secrets of the Zhenxi Palace were also known to Yang Fan.

Although Yang Guangyi trusted Yang Fan more, Yang Dingtian didn't. Everyday, someone was watching secretly. Every night, those responsible for monitoring Yang Fan will write down everything Yang Fan did that day.

As early as when these people started monitoring Yang Fan on the first day, he noticed that he either went to chat with Yang Guangyi and beat up every day, or he was practising alone in the courtyard.

In half a month, Yang Fan was able to obtain less and less information, which made him feel that it was time to start.

On the twentieth day after Yang Fan came to Zhenxi Palace, Yang Fan quietly came outside Zhenxi Palace after getting rid of those responsible for surveillance.

Spend two thousand points to purchase a one-day nine-level array mage qualification certificate.

"Ok?"

At two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Fan was arranging a powerful trapped formation around the palace. Suddenly, the powerful divine consciousness sensed that a dozen powerful monks had broken into the Zhenxi Palace.

The strength of these dozens of individuals is at least in the late stage of the fit, and the strongest has reached the middle of the Mahayana, which is similar to the strength of the ancient sage.

The breath of these people is not the human race, but the sea race.

"interesting!"

The reason why these dozen sea people came to Zhenxi Palace, Yang Fan probably guessed, was obviously because of the death of the youngest son of the Beng clan chief.

Among the dozens of Sea Clan people, Yang Fan also found a very familiar person, the elder of the Xuanwu clan, the turtle shell elder half a month ago.

"Beng Fenghua, the old man will tell you in advance. I am here this time. I am only responsible for helping you contain the human race equivalent to mine. I won't care about the others. I don't care if I can succeed, you give me I will not return the magic weapon to you."

The elder of the Xuanwu clan was named Xuan Yuchen.

"I know, Xuan Yuchen, I hope you will try to lead that person away when we do it."

Xuan Yuchen nodded, and a dozen people led by Beng Fenghua, the patriarch of the Ceng clan, broke into the Zhenxi Palace and searched quickly without disturbing the guards of the Palace.

As for the thirteen sea clan powerhouses behind the two, there are five in the tribulation period and eight in the fusion period. The purpose here is to retaliate.

For this action, Beng Fenghua spent a lot of money, and only then invited Xuan Yuchen, the powerhouse in the middle of the Mahayana, to contain the ancient sage.

As for the masters of the Zhenxi Palace, Beng Fenghua had investigated in advance, and there were only two or three real masters, and the king of Zhenxi Yang Dingtian was only around the early stage of the robbery.