No wonder Dugu Hongxuan is so cautious.

Shaolin's identity in China is too sensitive now. If it were not necessary, people from the big families actually did not want to intervene.

Dugu Haochen narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded heavily, and said with a decisive note: "Go, not only you go, but I want to go too."

"Dad, you want to go too?! It's just a fight between two juniors, I don't think that's necessary! Your identity is really too sensitive, I'm afraid that those people will think too much and lead to unnecessary trouble."

Dugu Hongxuan looked at Dugu Haochen with surprise, not understanding why he agreed to participate, and went there in person.

In order to further convince the old man, Dugu Hongxuan quickly added:

"Also, some of Chu Lingyun's information was found. Although he is indeed very strong and is considered a genius among geniuses, he probably has no chance of winning against Yan Zheng."

Dugu Haochen seemed to have made up his mind and waved his hand indifferently, and said lightly: "It's okay, it's okay to come first, it's okay to take Feng Ming to see it, so as not to be too proud of her."

Hearing this reason, Dugu Hongxuan opened his mouth and finally closed it. He gave up the idea of ​​saying something. He nodded quickly: "Well, then I'll go and arrange it."

"Go!" Dugu Haochen waved to him gently.

It was not until Dugu Hongxuan left that Dugu Fengming said dissatisfied: "Grandpa, what you said just now is too much, right? What does it mean to be too proud of yourself? How could your granddaughter be as unbearable as you said?!"

Dugu Haochen looked at Dugu Fengming indulge indulgence, touched the beard on his chin, and said with a smile: "Hehe, are you grandpa like this? Do you have no idea what I said?"

"Grandpa, do you know how to bully me?" Dugu Mingfeng stomped her feet in a coquettish manner and said without hesitation.

Dugu Haochen couldn't help laughing: "Haha! You quirky little girl are good at everything, but you're too conceited. Grandpa, I'm not as bright as my eyes, and I can tell the difference between strength and weakness. If you don't believe it, you'll know if you take you there this time."

Of course Dugu Fengming couldn't listen and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I'm going to go if you don't say you, I'm going to see what that bastard looks like by Yan Zheng."

However, when he said this, Dugu Fengming suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "Grandpa, this bastard Chu Lingyun should have a deep impression on you. Why didn't you remember it for a while before?"

Dugu Haochen was stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Speaking of which, he was indeed very impressed by Chu Lingyun.

After all, a person in the middle stage of the War of Reincarnation was not moved at all when facing him, which was enough to make him remember it deeply.

But just now, he couldn't remember this special young man who had only been missing for a few days?

After thinking about it, he finally waved his hand and said, "Maybe it's because I've been a little tired these two days. It's normal that I can't remember it for a while."

"Oh!" Dugu Fengming didn't think about it elsewhere, nodded gently, then pulled him and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I'm going to practice martial arts."

Dugu Haochen suddenly laughed: "Haha! Since that's the case, let's go! Only by suffering can one become the best person. To hone his true skills, one must endure hardships."

...

On the other side, in the old house of the Dongfang family.

Dongfang Haoran lowered his head and stood in front of an old man in Zhongshan suit and whispered: "Grandpa, this is the specific thing."

The old man in front of him is Dongfang Haoran’s grandfather Dongfang Wenyuan.

At the same time, this old man, who looks like he is in his seventies or eighties, is also the pillar of the Oriental family. He still firmly controls this family and has absolute authority.

After hearing this, Dongfang Wenyuan's face did not change at all, and he slowly came to a stone table in the middle of the courtyard and sat down.

Looking at the expression on the old man's face, Dongfang Haoran felt scared.

He gritted his teeth hard, hurried to Dongfang Wenyuan and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, it was my own decision that caused several masters to lose in the family. My grandson is guilty and is willing to accept your punishment."

After a long time, Dongfang Wenyuan raised his seemingly turbid eyes, glanced at him lightly, and said slowly:

"Do you think it's interesting to punish you now? Tell me what you plan to do next?"

After hearing Dongfang Wenyuan’s question, Dongfang Haoran knew that his grandfather would not punish him, and he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, the next step is the test of the old man on himself.

If you do not respond well, although you will not suffer any compensation, it will inevitably be greatly reduced in the old man's mind.

Once you have this impression, you may not have a good life in the family in the future.

After all, the old man is still that old man, the soul of the family, and has supreme power. His attitude often determines everything.

After tidying up his thoughts, Dongfang Haoran took a deep breath and slowly expressed his thoughts.

"Grandpa, I think Chu Lingyun can't keep him. He is so evil and scary. Since this kind of person has already been involved, let's kill him before he grows up!"

"Otherwise, if he finds out that I am pushing the hand behind, it will probably be a big problem. So, according to his grandson's opinion, we must first start."

After saying that, he lowered his head and said nothing, waiting for Dongfang Wenyuan to signal.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Dongfang Wenyuan's fingers gently hit the stone table, and a sound like an iron tool came out.

After a while, a strange look flashed in his eyes and he nodded gently: "The idea is really good. When treating the enemy, you should not give your strength to completely eliminate it."

Speaking of this, his words changed slightly.

"But have you really learned about your opponent with your heart? Or do you still think that he is just a warrior with a higher level of cultivation?"

Dongfang Haoran frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"This is a post Shaolin Yanzheng sent me. You can read it yourself." Dongfang Wenyuan took out an envelope from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Shaolin Yanzheng?"

Dongfang Haoran picked up the envelope with a puzzled look and looked at it quickly.

There were not many words on it, only a few dozen. In just a moment, he finished reading it quickly.

"This... how is this possible? How is it possible?! Yan Zheng actually wants to compete with Chu Lingyun?" After reading the above image, Dongfang Haoran's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

What a joke, Yan Zheng actually wants to compete with Chu Lingyun?!

Why is Chu Lingyun?!

Yan Zheng is the most outstanding disciple among the younger generation of Shaolin, and his own strength cannot be underestimated.

In other words, some geniuses can suppress it.

At this moment, Dongfang Haoran was already in a cold sweat.

He didn't realize that such a powerful enemy was not aware of it, and he was still in a dilemma against it again and again.

Fortunately, there were no head-on encounters, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
Chapter completed!