I Can See Probability

So what about that thing? The white-haired old man didn't pay attention to it at first, but after taking a second look, he finally realized the difficulty of that thing.

That is my disciple's natal weapon, the Measuring Ruler. Now that it appears in the hands of your Maoshan disciple, how dare you deny it? You Maoshan want to be wiped out, right? the red-haired old man shouted.

You said it was yours, so is it really yours?

Restriction can never be wrong. The red-haired old man waved, and the measuring ruler flew over from the air and landed in his hand.

Afterwards, Liang Tianchi radiated light all over his body, and a unique pattern appeared.

This is prohibited.

At the beginning, he made the restriction himself and bestowed it on his disciples. As long as there is this restriction, no one except Zhao Xincheng can use it. Unless prohibited open.

This time, can you still deny it? the red-haired old man asked sinfully.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.

The ban is correct, this fraud cannot be done.

Come here. The white-haired old man suddenly called out, trying to catch Gong Zhengchu from the air.

Gong Zhengchu's face was pale, and his face had already turned pale with shock.

He wanted to leave very much, but the white-haired old man grabbed him from the air, swept him like a whirlpool, and dragged him over there involuntarily.

Why do you have this thing on your body? Where did it come from? the white-haired old man asked.

Uncle Master, that thing is... I picked it up. Gong Zhengchu kowtowed.

Hehe, I picked it up, can you make such a despicable excuse? Li Haochen, if you don't give me an explanation today, then your Maoshan faction will no longer exist in the world. Over the years, we have only watched In the face of your ancestors, you are allowed to continue to exist. But if your hearts are crooked, then there is no need to exist. The red-haired old man said.

There were actually more than the three of them present, and Chen Jing was also watching from a little further away.

In fact, when he saw the tone of the white-haired old man and the red-haired old man, he had already judged that there might be some inexplicable relationship between the two.

After hearing what the red-haired old man said just now,

Chen Jing also strengthened his opinion.

'Is Tianyu allowing Maoshan to exist because of the face of Maoshan's ancestors? So, could it be that the ancestors of Maoshan had a special relationship with Tianyu? '

Could it be... a traitor?

You must know that Chen Jing saw a lot of things in the memory screen left by Senior Gongyang Hongyi.

Back then, a hundred thousand masters from the human world assembled and attacked the heavenly domain.

The scale of that time was unprecedented, and the human world was well prepared for a one-hit victory.

But when it was about to win, a few traitors were killed.

Senior Gongyang Hongyi, one of the giants in the world at that time, was attacked from behind by a man in a green robe.

The fall of Gongyang Hongyi caused the victory balance of the monks in the human world to collapse by a corner in an instant.

If you fail, you will be established.

Since then, one hundred thousand troops were invincible and all died in battle.

Those traitors in the human world stepped on their bones, groveling and enjoying the glory bestowed by the three-legged heaven in the heaven.

‘Could it be that the ancestors of Maoshan were one of the traitors back then? ’—[100% accuracy rate]!

When Chen Jing judged with the accuracy rate, a strong anger burst out of his heart.

It turns out...he really is a traitor!

It's no wonder that Maoshan Pai is willing to keep a low profile. With the background of a traitor, if he is high profile, he is afraid that he will be stabbed in the back by people all over the world.

Today's Maoshan is a descendant of a traitor, so it's no wonder that he still has such a vague relationship with Tianyu.

It's no wonder that the white-haired old man knows how to chase the wind and roam the dragon sword.

Where did you pick up this measuring ruler? The white-haired old man suddenly asked Gong Zhengchu seriously.

Although he was not afraid of Tianyu personally, if he really offended Tianyu, the Maoshan faction still couldn't bear that kind of anger.

It's just...in the Red Dragon Valley, it...it fell out of the stone wall. Gong Zhengchu didn't understand what happened at all. But at this moment, I also realized some problems from the words of the two old men.

——The measuring ruler I picked up just now is probably from a wrong source.

What else do you have to say? The red-haired old man burst into anger, his hair flying like flames.

Anyway, I have never met your disciple. The white-haired old man said.

The measuring ruler, how do you explain it?

I can't explain it. I have to do some research before I can give you the answer. The white-haired old man said.

Investigate? Investigate shit!

The red-haired old man grabbed Gong Zhengchu's Tianling cover and asked Gong Zhengchu, Tell me, where did this measuring ruler come from?

Gong Zhengchu's legs trembled with fright, and his crotch couldn't stop dripping wet.

The red-haired old man's murderous aura was too heavy, when his fingers clasped the cap, the murderous aura pierced into his brain one by one like needles. Severe pain, numbness, swelling, and dizziness came rushing in like a tide.

I... I really picked it up. Gong Zhengchu cried and explained while his nose burst into tears.

It's boring to bully a junior. The white-haired old man wanted to come and rescue Gong Zhengchu.

You can kill my apprentice, but I can't kill you Maoshan disciples? The red-haired old man grabbed Gong Zhengchu and retreated seven steps, not allowing him to approach.

The cause of your disciple's death hasn't been clarified yet, so you can't blame it at will. If you, Zhao Chiyang, act recklessly, don't blame me for going to Kunlun to sue you. The white-haired old man said coldly.

From his words, it can already be heard that there are still people from Maoshan in today's Tianyu. And the position should be very important, otherwise, there is no way to complain.

You go, I can kill my disciple, but you can't kill my disciple? How can there be such a reason. Today, I will also give you face, 3 days, just 3 days, if you can't investigate anything, then Maoshan faction I will kill everyone from top to bottom. But no matter what, I want to vent my anger on this boy today, how dare you have any objection?

The red-haired old man shouted angrily, the meaning of his words, anyway, this palace will die at the beginning of the day.

The white-haired old man was also helpless: Forget it, just three days, I will give you an explanation. After speaking, he glanced at Gong Zhengchu again: Little rascal, it's your bad luck this time. If you die, the old man will give you an explanation. I will chant scriptures for you personally.

... Gong Zhengchu.

Gong Zhengchu knew that Maoshan's Li Haochen was unreliable, but he didn't expect to be so unreliable, so he really ignored him?

What is the origin of the red-haired old man? Even Li Haochen would give in to him like this?

I... I am the sixth-generation grandson of Gongshou, I am the sixth-generation grandson of Gongshou... Grandfather Li Haochen, I am the sixth-generation grandson of Gongshou...

Seeing that he was about to die, he hurriedly declared his family name and carried out his name as the great ancestor.

It doesn't matter whose sixth generation grandson you are, you fucking die for me.

The red-haired old man was already extremely angry, how could he be allowed to shout like this?

With the strength of five fingers, Gong Zhengchu's head was crushed to pieces, and he died suddenly on the spot.

The white-haired Li Haochen saw it, and it was too late to stop him, and then he smiled lightly: You also kill Gong Shou's sixth-generation grandson? You, Zhao Chiyang, have a big event.