Chapter 200

"Let's go. I'll bring you back myself when I handle the things here."

Zhao Fang took a deep breath and said to himself.

Zhao Fangben wanted to go in and see the pavilion leader.

But he was told that the cabinet leader had been closed for half a month and had not broken through the customs yet.

Wen Yan.

Zhao Fang was surprised.

He always felt that the pavilion leader was such a idle cloud and wild crane.

It's not like the kind of person who likes to retreat.

He felt rather strange about his seclusion.

On the occasion of leaving, Tang Qi returned the "tianwai Dao" he had picked up. Zhao fangchong thanked Tang Qi and stepped on the lion, eagle and Eagle towards the Zhao family.

He didn't just come for Zhao Zhengfeng.

Or for Zhao's family.

Zhao Yuanhao is dead, and the stone stopped at his feet has been crushed.

This time.

Zhao Fang should not only return to the main vein, but also join the Zhao family!

Become the leader of the Zhao family!

This idea took shape when he returned to the king's capital.

He firmly believes that Zhao Yuanhao's new death must make the Zhao people yearn for themselves in every way.

Only by joining in can we frighten the Chu family and the Nangong family.

Zhao Fang doesn't think there will be any difficulty in joining the Zhao family.

But when he came to the Zhao family.

But found that things are far from as simple as they think!

On both sides of the gate of the Zhao nationality, several people stood upright, all young, with long swords on their waist and arrogant eyes.

They were all dressed in white silk, and three golden swords were tattooed on their chests.

This sign is not the first time Zhao Fang has seen it.

He has seen Zhao Yuanzong wear such clothes.

"People of Tianhe sword sect? Why are they in the Zhao clan?"

Zhao Fang's eyes flashed slightly and hesitated. Instead of directly rushing into Zhao's house, he quietly fell not far from Zhao's house and calmly looked at what was happening in Zhao's house.

"Ha ha... Elder Heimo, don't worry. We Zhao will do well what you have told us. We won't let you down!"

Laughter came from the Zhao family's courtyard.

Then.

Six or seven figures came out.

There are two people walking in the front.

Among them, the man on the left is a middle-aged man of about 40 with a dignified face.

Opposite the man, there was an old man in ink robe with a sword on his back. The old man had a white beard and a fairy spirit, with an elegant and calm fairy family demeanor.

These two people.

Zhao Fang doesn't even know him.

But the two people standing behind the middle-aged man looked familiar.

Behind the middle-aged man stood a man and a woman.

The man and woman are not others.

It is the great elder of the Zhao family and the hidden elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Wanyue!

Seeing the two standing behind the middle-aged man, Zhao Fang had guessed about the identity of the middle-aged man.

In the Zhao family, who can let two people treat like this, except the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Guangming!

"Hehe, I'm still at ease when Guangming clan leader works. This time, I will tell the Lord everything. The Lord's benevolence and righteousness will not bury the painstaking efforts of Guangming clan leader."

The old man in ink robe said with a smile to Zhao Guangming.

Hearing the speech, Zhao Guangming flashed a happy look in his eyes, hugged his fist and said respectfully: "in this way, thank you, elder black ink!"

Say.

He waved his big hand, looked indifferent and said, "bring the two separated people up!"

Two Zhao experts escorted Zhao Zhengfeng and Zhao Mei, who were bound into zongzi, to the old man in Zhao Guangming's ink robe.

"Is this the clansman who killed the separatist nephew of grand master yuan?"

Black ink glanced at Zhao Zhengfeng and Zhao Mei faintly. They were immortal and had a kind smile. At this moment, they looked particularly cold. "The separation boy was lucky. He killed master yuan's nephew and fled the scene. He escaped. Therefore, I can only take you to die!"

Standing behind Zhao Guangming, the elder of Zhao family and Zhao Wanyue showed hesitation.

They know.

Today's Zhao Fang is not a person to provoke.

The black ink elder of Tianhe sword sect has the cultivation of the seven star Wu Zun.

However, Zhao Fang's strength stated that he had personally killed a seven star Wu Zun in the outer city of the flame.

If he really gives his relatives to Tianhe sword sect and becomes a tool for Tianhe sword sect to vent their anger, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be hated by Zhao Fang.

After hesitating, Zhao Wanyue said, "clan leader, black ink elder. It's Zhao Fang who killed Yuanzong. Is it a villain that we deal with his relatives like this?"

The smiling face of elder black ink sank slightly.

Before he could speak, Zhao Guangming quickly grabbed Zhao Wanyue and scolded, "what do you know about women? Apologize to elder black ink!"

Zhao Wanyue has quite a bit of heroine temperament in her temperament. She doesn't have the slightest regret for what she has identified.

Even if Zhao Guangming couldn't stop winking at her, she didn't seem to hear it and ignored it.

"That's all! Although it's not a gentleman's behavior to harm his relatives, Zhao Fang's behavior is too publicized. Even the people of Tianhe sword sect dare to kill. If he let it go so easily, what's the majesty of Tianhe sword sect in the future?"

The old man in ink robe looked at Zhao Wanyue faintly.

His eyes were bland.

But falling on Zhao Wanyue made her feel a kind of oppression like a sword.

She knew that the old man in ink robe was very dissatisfied with what he had just said and was warning himself.

"Hum! What's the majesty of Tianhe sword sect? Fang'er and Zhao Yuanzong fight for life and death in the clan meeting. As an elder of Tianhe sword sect, can't you see through these things? It's to maintain the majesty of Tianhe sword sect. Don't you think we are easy to bully and take us to establish prestige? If you really have the ability, why would you die in fang'er's hands?"

Zhao Zhengfeng looked at the old man in ink robe, Zhao Guangming and others, ignoring their cold and ruthless eyes and sneering coldly.

Zhao Zhengfeng, as the head of the Zhao family, is old-fashioned and calm.

In normal times, I would never say such words.

Now, they publicize it in public, and even ridicule and ridicule the superior black ink elder.

This is tantamount to seeking his own death. We can also see that he must have received some inhuman treatment in recent days.

"Even if the skills of grand martial nephew yuan are not as good as others, our Tianhe sword sect is a famous sect in the 'wasteland', and only the sect leader can decide the life and death of its disciples. He is just a separated generation. What is his qualification to kill our Tianhe sword sect disciples? He doesn't know how to live or die. Even if he comes out in front of me now, my elder is bound to shoot him with one palm!"

Elder black ink said coldly.

In his capacity, I didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Zhengfeng.

But Zhao Zhengfeng's words made him feel like a lump in his throat.

"Want to slap me to death? I'm afraid you can't do it at all!"

A cold voice sounded in everyone's ears as soon as the black ink words fell.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young man walking slowly in the street. When I saw the young man, the elder of Zhao family and Zhao Wanyue both changed their faces. Qi Qi lost his voice and exclaimed, "Zhao Fang!"