Since ancient times, the nine families in Ancheng, in the three parts of an mu of land, want the wind to get the wind, want the rain to get the rain!

Who dares not, cloud two childe shakes his head, "no, because they have already left, I send someone to invite, they also refused, it is obvious that they want to draw a clear line with us."

The six patriarchs' faces were slightly heavy.

For a long time, the Wu clan chief clenched his fist and gritted his teeth and said, "this is good! They come here to make trouble. They are not in harmony with each other all the time. They have been in seclusion all the time. It's better not to participate now! Save others to rob us! "

Other people's faces changed slightly, but they didn't say anything. They didn't expose their thoughts.

But they still agree with what Wu clan chief said.

"Good! Let's have seven families, right? At present, my plan is... "The second young master of cloud said in a deep voice.