Chapter 722

As time goes by, three years have passed in the battle for stars.

In these three years, the deeds of the star battle have spread almost all over the corners of the four stars, among which killing God Li Youcai is undoubtedly the focus of discussion.

The story that Tianxuan stars have been rotten spread among the other three stars. In addition, this star competition war, unprecedented and no comers, did not show up, but won the champion under the triple level of Taoism, which directly led the Bailian ancient sect to return to Tianxuan stars from the trapped dragon stars

For a moment, in the whole four stars, the name of killing God Li Youcai was unknown to everyone, just like everyone in the world did not know you!

When the four stars were boiling, Wanzhong zhanzong was in the east of Qinglian heaven.

On that day, a friar with ragged clothes, bruises and bruises appeared at the gate of Wanzhong war sect. Behind the friar, a young man dressed in gray, fierce and evil looked.

"Who's coming!" a violent drink suddenly exploded, and three young disciples guarding the sect flew in the air. The leader was a young man in white who was at the peak of heaven and man, but they looked a little frightened at this time.

You know, if they didn't just patrol at the gate of the sect, the divine sense couldn't find anyone, and... The two people went directly through the sect protection array... How can the three disciples not be frightened.

The leading young man in white was like a great enemy. He looked at the shabby monk with a black nose and a swollen face and the fierce young man. He looked very dignified. He whispered secretly to the disciples behind him to report to the Pope.

"Long Fei?" when a disciple was about to enter the sect, a surprised voice sounded.

The leading young man in white was shocked and looked at the monk with a black and blue face in front of him. However, because the monk's face was black and blue, he couldn't see the original appearance at all, but the voice made the white disciple feel familiar. He said in surprise: "are you..."

"Qin Huan! Well, I have something to do." the ragged monk waved his hand and hurried towards the Zong door.

"Qin Huan?" a suspicious look appeared on the white disciple's face. The name made him familiar, but then he thought of something. The whole person was stunned as if by lightning. His eyes were round and looked at Qin Huan.

"Stop!" the disciple standing behind the white disciple shouted fiercely, trying to stop..

"Stop!!" the white disciple woke up in vain, turned his head and shouted fiercely. Then he respectfully said to the ragged friar, "Long Fei has seen elder martial brother Qin!"

"I have something else to do. Let's go first." before the words fell, they had disappeared and entered Wanzhong zhanzong.

The disciple who was drunk by the disciple in white had a stiff face and looked at the disciple in white angrily.

"You blame me for scolding you? Do you know who he is? You're looking for death, do you know?" Leng Shengdao, a disciple in white, said that he was the prince of the kingdom of Wu, Long Fei!

The disciple's face was stiff and said, "isn't his name Qin Huan?"

"His name is Qin Huan, but his name is also Wang Xingchen and Li Youcai!!!" Long Fei sneered.

"Li Youcai?"

If the two disciples were struck by lightning, they were stunned and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Is he really Li Youcai? But he looks like that..."

It was Qin Huan who came here. After leaving the ruins of the heavens, Qin Huan went to Wanzhong war sect without stopping. Time was pressing, and the clothes prepared in naxu ring had been used up. Qin Huan didn't have time to buy clothes. As for the injuries all over his body... I don't know what strength was contained in the attack of crying old man, which made Qin Huan unable to recover for a long time.

Half an hour later.

Wan chongzhan ancestral temple.

Wang Tu, lie Ao, Tang Chong and the king of Jain stood outside the ancestral hall. I don't know why Qin Huan suddenly came to the Wanzhong war clan, and I don't know why Qin Huan was so embarrassed.

Looking at the ragged figures standing in the ancestral temple, they all looked at each other. They were all covered with fog. They couldn't understand why Qin Huan came to Wanzhong war clan and asked to go to the ancestral temple. What made them more confused was why Qin Huan was like this.

In the ancestral temple.

Hanging at the top of the ancestral temple is a painting scroll, which was written by the founder of Wanzhong zhanzong.

In the picture scroll, a person's side is painted. From the side, this is a rickety old man with a ferocious face and roaring up to the sky. It seems to vent his endless anger and unwillingness. Above his head, there are vast stars.

Because the founder Wang Qing didn't mention anything about the painting, countless disciples were attracted to associate the painting and guess who the ferocious old man depicted in the star map was.

Why did founder Wang Qing hang this painting at the top of the ancestral temple.

Some people say that the person in this painting is the guide of the founder Wang Qing, others say that this is the master of the founder Wang Qing, and others speculate that this is the founder Wang Qing himself. Of course... More people think that this painting hides some secret.

Standing in the ancestral hall, Qin Huan, with a bruised face and ragged clothes, looked at the mysterious picture handed down by Wanzhong zhanzong for countless years. He said with an unhappy look on his eyebrows: "Wang Qing, you have a heavy resentment against me?"

Qin Huan was not only speechless, but the bent old man in the picture was the one who was poisoned by the netherworld.

"For so many years, you forgot when I was in high spirits? Just draw me when the oil ran out and the lamp was dry? Even so, it's still what I looked like when I vented my inner pain. Is it difficult? My only impression in your heart is that unbearable?" Qin Yu said bitterly.

True to life, as like as two peas, but Qin Yu moved, the picture was vivid, whether it was scenery or people. It is evident that Wang Qing painstaking in this painting.

Looking up at the picture, his thoughts were like a tide. After a few hours, Qin Yu sighed, turned and left the ancestral temple.

"Little friend, do you see the secret of the star roaring picture?" just as Qin Huan walked out of the ancestral temple, the old man in plain clothes suddenly stepped forward and asked urgently.

Wang Tu, Tang Chong and lie Ao also looked at Qin Huan eagerly. After all, Qin Huan had stood in the ancestral hall for a few hours. In their view, Qin Huan should have seen the secret of the star roar.

secret?

Qin Huan looked stiff.

Wang Qingtian is simple and honest, not good at words, but he is definitely the most nostalgic and emotional person. With his understanding of Wang Qing, the purpose of painting this painting is to inspire him to practice hard and revenge for himself one day. That's all.

But I don't think this picture actually contains some secret in the hearts of Wang Tu and others.

Immediately, Qin Yu shook his head and said helplessly, "maybe the chance didn't come. I observed it carefully for several hours and didn't find any secret..."

Under the suspicion of the simple old man, Wang Tu and others, Qin Huan left the ancestral temple and went to the mountain where Xu MuQing was located to inquire about his mother's whereabouts!