"What?"

"It's still killing..."

Han Feixie wished he could reach out and pull him out, "You come out first!"

"Wait, I'll find a way first." Zhan Zhan saw that Han Feixie changed color and shrank his head back.

If his eyes had penetrating power, the stone wall would have been stared at by Han Feixie. Just as he was thinking about the exquisite scene of Zhan Zhan using torture after he was resurrected, Zhan Zhan's head stretched out from the front and waved to him innocently, "Here, here... come here!"

Han Feixie walked over with an unhappy look on his face.

There is a narrow door beside Zhan Zhan. If it were not pointed out in particular, it would be difficult to notice normally.

"Push the door and take a look." Zhan Zhan encouraged.

Han Feixie hesitated for a while, and he had not fully accepted the change of identity from a guest of the Qingwen Family to a successor of the Qingwen Family.

"Walking in from here, you won't be discovered. The location is very hidden and the vision is good. You can sit in a special seat." Zhan Zhan encouraged him.

Han Feixie gently pushed open the door.

"Hahaha..."

The door should have not moved for a long time, and the shaft made a harsh sound.

Han Feixie, Zhan Zhan: "..."

Han Feixie slowly spoke, "It's really hidden."

Zhan Zhan said: "How about we..."

"Squeak...Earl..."

A strange and sharp roar suddenly came out inside!

"Shen Zhuo!"

The heavy cry was like a sea-stabilizing needle, pressing down the monster's roar with force.

After all, Han Feixie is a young man with strong curiosity. He can't help but get into the crack of the door that was pushed open. The crack of the door is narrow, and he can only move forward with a slight lateral body. He secretly uses the fire yang energy to be on guard.

Zhan Zhan walked in front of him, "I'll explore the way for you."

"No, you go to the back..." Han Feixie reached out and grabbed him.

Zhan Zhan didn't have eyes behind him, so he naturally couldn't see his movements, but his body trembled and said casually: "Don't mess around."

...

Han Feixie was stunned, looked at his hand and his backbone in shock and said, "You..."

"Wow! Look!" Zhan Zhan turned sideways, gave up his vision, and pointed his hand in front of him excitedly.

Han Feixie looked along his fingers. At the end of the narrow path was a round hole of an adult's head. On the other end of the hole was a stone chamber, five or six meters square, and there were a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which were simple and unpretentious.

In front of the calligraphy and painting is a bamboo couch, a white-haired and white-bearded old man sat cross-legged, his eyes wide open, his cheeks flushed, and the green patterns could be seen faintly on his neck. A black dagger was cutting at the edge of his neck, and holding the dagger was a man in black with a masked face.

The two of them seemed to be frozen, the camera solidified, and they didn't move.

Han Feixie saw that neither of them were women, so he felt relieved. After hearing Qin Wenya's words, his mind was full of "Mom, Mom, Mom..." The first person he thought of when he heard the murder case was also his mother.

Zhan Zhan said: "They have been killing for a long time..."

The old man with white bearded lips became tighter and tighter, and a stream of black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth little by little.

The man in black suddenly groaned and the dagger in his hand was pulled back.

The old man with white beard involuntarily tilted to the left.

The man in black raised his dagger and cut it hard on the other side of the white-bearded old man's neck.

"Bang!"

Han Feixie slapped the stone wall with his palm, and his body passed through the falling rock very quickly, blocking the white-bearded old man, and gently pinched the dagger with his fingers. A huge rebound force came from the dagger. Even Han Feixie, who was at the high level of the Sword Saint, was shocked and almost took off the dagger.

When the man in black saw Han Feixie, his calm eyes showed a strange color. He pulled the dagger hard with his hand, but failed. He immediately let go, and pointed his toes on the ground, and his body disappeared into the stone room like a ghost.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie didn't see how he disappeared with four pairs of eyes.

Han Feixie turned his head and was about to say something when he saw the sword-saint-level sword energy burst out from the dying old man who had just passed away. Han Feixie was suddenly suppressed to the corner of the wall.

"Old man, be kind to repay the enemy!" Zhan Zhan rushed over and scratched the face of the old man with white beard.

The old man with white beard slowly got off the couch, walked through Zhan Zhan, who was swaying in his teeth and claws, and walked to Han Feixie, and said in a deep voice: "Who is allowed to go to the Qingshi Inheritance Cauldron?"

Han Feixie leaned against the stone wall, and the fire yang energy condensed in his palms, ready to go, "Qin Wenya." Anyway, she lied to him, and she had no guilt at all.

The old man with white beard shook his lips and said for a while: "You can change your surname."

"Submit Qin?" Han Feixie spoke with a little ridicule. No matter what happened to his mother back then, it was true that the Qin family had never visited and cared about him for so many years. No matter how unqualified Han Yunfei was, he raised him. He had resentment, hatred, and feelings for him. In comparison, the Qin family was the real stranger.

The old man with white beard waved his hand and said, "As long as the surname is not Han, no one cares about your surname Re."

This answer is more hurtful than forcing his surname to Qin. Even if he inherited the Qingwen, he was still an optional existence in the eyes of the Qin family. Han Feixie sneered: "Why?"

The old man with white beard said coldly: "Do you know who I am?"

Han Feixie said: "Old man."

"...You dare to speak to me like this!"

Zhan Zhan saw the old man with white beard furious and cried in secret, and whispered: "Didn't Qin Wenya say that Qin Yuan is in seclusion here before? Could it be him?"

"I am Qin Yuan." The old man with white beard confirmed his guess with one sentence.

Zhan Zhan cooperated and took a breath, "Don't mess with him."

The old god Han Feixie said, "Oh."

Qin Yuan said: "Do you know..."

Han Feixie's fire yang energy was released and he faced Qin Yuan's surprised eyes and said, "You are the Sword Saint, I am also the Sword Saint. You are the Sword Saint, and I am also the Sword Saint. If you are injured, I am safe and sound. What should I know?" You can hide your level at will from the Sword Emperor. Han Feixie and Qin Yuan are at the same level. It is not difficult to hide it from his eyes.

In addition, Qin Yuan suffered a loss and was restless, and he never expected that a young man in his twenties would reach the level of his practice for many years. He was shocked and could imagine.

"You, how could you..." Qin Yuan was speechless, and he was completely less powerful than he had just now.

Zhan Zhan thought: If this was TV, maybe Qin Yuan would have a special effect of being struck by lightning.

"Before inheriting the Qingzhi inheritance, were you already a sword saint?" Qin Yuan asked.

Han Feixie’s way: “The Peak of Sword Master.”

Qin Yuan was skeptical. Just when Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie thought his emotions would be further optimized or worsened, he suddenly said, "Do you change your surname?"

Han Feixie's way: "Don't change."

"I am your grandfather!"

"You have been my grandfather for less than two hours, but I have been Han Yunfei's son for twenty-one years."

"Is he good to you?" Although it was a question, Qin Yuan's expression proved that he knew exactly what Han Feixie suffered in the Han family.

Han Feixie said: "Give food, housing and clothing...at least I have grown up."

Qin Yuan saw the resentment between his lines, and couldn't help it, and blurted out: "Who told you to take his surname!"

"You didn't stop it." The more angry Qin Yuan was, the calmer Han Feixie was.

Qin Yuan also seemed to feel unreasonable and did not speak with a stern face.

Zhan Zhan said: "He has suffered internal injuries. If he gets angry a few times, will he overtake it directly?"

Han Feixie said: "over?"

"Braided."

Han Feixie glanced at Qin Yuan's hair and said, "He has a disheveled hair."

Qin Yuan said angrily: "What are you muttering?"

"Where is my mother?" Han Fei said evilly.

Qin Yuan's face changed, his eyes flashed and avoided his gaze, "Hmph, I've only thought of your mother for so many years, what have you done?" He waved his hand irritably, "If you don't change your surname, get out of here, I don't want to see you. Get out of here!"

This was the first time Zhan Zhan saw Han Feixie's ears and neck red.

"What did you do to my mother?" Han Feixie asked coldly. Qin Yuan hated the Han family so much, maybe he would take his anger on his mother and imprison her to torture her. When he thought of this, his resentment about his mother abandoning him immediately dissipated and turned into deep worries.

"Your mother has died long ago!" Qin Yuan saw Han Feixie's pale face in an instant, and a hint of revenge felt in his heart. "The grave is on the hillside, you have to see it yourself."
Chapter completed!