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Huang Tianming was afraid of Zhao Beihai's power, so he didn't dare to pester Zhao Beihai any more, and instead began to investigate in private.

But Zhao Beihai had already told the participants of the meeting before, and no one could tell the truth, so Huang Tianming still couldn't find any clues.

But just yesterday, someone brought him a message from Fang Ronghai, saying that he seemed to know who did it.

Huang Tianming got up early in the morning, waiting for Fang Ronghai who came to the appointment at ten o'clock.

At this moment, the anger in Huang Tianming's heart didn't fade away with time, on the contrary, it burned even more vigorously.

No matter who the opponent is, if they ruined the hope of the future of the Tianquan Sect, there must be an explanation!
He was restless in the center of the courtyard, and wandered around for more than three hours, only to hear the doorman shout: "Fang Ronghai, the master Fang is here!"

Huang Tianming hurriedly shouted excitedly: "Please come quickly, please come quickly, please come quickly!"

Following the introduction of the doorman, an old man came slowly.

This old man was about the same age as Huang Tianming, but his demeanor was more vigorous, with the steps of a dragon and the steps of a tiger, and his posture was vigorous.

The old man had a white beard more than a foot long, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his two eyebrows were drooping an inch or so, and he was obviously stunned.

Seeing Huang Tianming, the old man just arched his hands slightly, and then smiled confidently: "Master Huang, Fang has kept you waiting for a long time!"

Huang Tianming also smiled politely: "Where, where. Head Fang, please!"

When the two entered the room, a servant had already brought tea, they didn't say anything more, they went straight to the point, and told each other about the injuries of their disciples.

After listening to Fang Ronghai's description, Huang Tianming frowned, pouted and said, "Master Fang means that the disciples of our two families were all injured by the disciples of Nian Yun?"

"That's right! The injuries are exactly the same, and the degree of ruthlessness in the shots is extremely rare. The old man can be sure that there is no one else except that kid." Fang Ronghai said confidently, stroking his long beard.

"it is good!"

Huang Tianming slapped the armrest violently, stood up and said angrily, "Since we have found the master's house, let's go to the Ciyun Temple together and see what the old Taoist Nianyun has to say!"

Fang Ronghai sat still and said with a smile:
"It's late, it's late. Ever since he hurt my disciple that day, he went down the mountain the next day and hasn't heard from him.

I specially asked someone to stand guard in front of the gate, as long as he dared to show up, he would receive news immediately. "

Speaking of this, Fang Ronghai flipped the tea leaves, and then smiled again: "Fang is straightforward, I'm afraid I can't deal with the old man just by you and me going up the mountain?"

Huang Tianming sighed deeply, and immediately sat back on the chair, his brows furrowed and his complexion unwell.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and said seriously:

"Don't let the old Taoist just let his apprentice go wild with his own martial arts! You must know that besides him in Wanyuan City, there is another person who can be equal to him!"

Fang Ronghai let out a "huh", nodded and smiled and said, "Master Huang is asking Mr. Miao to come out of the mountain?"

"That's right! Mr. Miao is the master of martial arts in Wanyuan City, and his kung fu is only stronger than that of the old ones.

Moreover, the seniority in Jianghu is very high. It is said that when the old Taoists see him, they have to respectfully call him Uncle Miao. "

"Even if Mr. Miao doesn't make a move, the old man has to obediently hand him over just by standing there."

Huang Tianming said rather conceitedly.

But Fang Ronghai shook his head: "With Mr. Miao's status, how could he come out of the mountain because of such a trivial matter? Besides, he doesn't know where to go for fun recently, and he won't be able to find anyone for a while."

Before Huang Tianming could make a statement, the doorman shouted again: "Li Cunkuan! Headmaster Li, please see me!"

When the words fell, a middle-aged man in his early fifties strode into the courtyard, saw Fang and Huang at a glance, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Two heads, Mr. Li has something urgent to do!"

Fang Ronghai and Li Cunkuan had some gaps, and their relationship was very ordinary, so they ignored him and just drank tea coldly.

Huang Tianming stepped forward and asked, "What advice does Head Li have?"

"No advice."

Li Cunkuan waved his hand, sat directly opposite Fang Ronghai, and shouted, "My apprentice was beaten! That kid from the Bu family had his arm broken, and he was beaten at the same party as the master Huang's disciple."

"Li is a rough person, how does the head of Huang plan to settle this matter with the other party?"

After Fang Ronghai and Huang Tianming looked at each other, they said with a smile: "That kid is the apprentice of Nianyun, what are you going to do?"

"A seasoned apprentice?"

Li Cunkuan hesitated, and said with a slap in the face, "If it's his apprentice, the three of you and I might not be enough, right?"

Huang Tianming smiled wryly and said, "That's why I want to invite Mr. Xi out of the mountain..."

"Don't count on that old man, no. He's just a senior. According to me, find a few more heads, and we'll go up the mountain together in a few days to ask for someone."

Fang Ronghai was quite displeased when he heard that Li Cunkuan was disrespectful to Mr. Miao, who had a reputation in Wanyuan City and even the entire Suzhou Province.

Back then, Li Cunkuan used to belittle Fang Ronghai in front of everyone because of his youthful vigor, so the two had a conflict.

Huang Tianming saw Fang Ronghai's face turned ugly, and he already knew what he was thinking, so he hurriedly acted as a peacemaker in the middle: "Let's have a long-term plan. Why don't we send someone to inform Mr. Miao first, and at the same time contact the other heads. "

"If this kid's prestige is not destroyed, what face do we have to accept apprentices in Wanyuan City?"

"Let the three of us take the lead in this matter, how about it?"

……

On the second day after agreeing to fight for Yang Wutao, Xu Qing decided to go around the factory where the ring was set up for the sake of caution.

As the saying goes: "Where poisonous snakes appear, there must be an antidote within seven steps."

Since that factory is where the ring is located, there must be some warriors living nearby for convenience.

He went to inquire about the news in advance, so that he could win all battles if he knew the enemy.

But Xu Qing was not very familiar with that place, so he simply asked Fatty Yang to take a day off, using the excuse of helping him find a girlfriend, and coaxed this guy to take him there.

The two traveled all the way in the car, and when they reached the outskirts, they saw a half-collapsed chimney standing in a large wheat field, which was where the factory was.

Walking along the field where wheat seedlings had just grown three inches long in winter, the two walked towards the factory with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But when I went to the door, I found that the iron gate of the factory was closed tightly with a big lock, and the courtyard was in a mess without a single person.

Not reconciled, the two walked around the factory again, trying to find a local villager to ask questions.

But wandering around, where is anyone?

When he was helpless, Fatty Yang suddenly had sharp eyes and saw a vague figure in the wheat field in the distance, so he called Xu Qing to run quickly.

In the field, a hale and hearty old man who looked to be 90 or [-] years old was bending over and wielding a hoe to loosen the soil.

Xu Qing noticed that although the old man was old and looked like a weak person, every time he went down with the hoe, the half-foot-long body of the hoe would smash into the dry hard soil, bringing out a large lump of soil.

"Hey, this old man has some tricks!"