Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Everyone looked at the figure holding hands, like a figure descending from a god, and they dare not speak much.

Huo Yuanhong sighed deeply, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Hanjiang, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the old man is not strong enough to help the Xiao family."

He didn't become angry because he was broken for a while, the injustice and struggle in his heart gathered in Qin Xuan's palm, and when the sky thunder was triggered, it disappeared invisible.

Huo Yuanhong sighed deeply, he couldn't figure out how could China have such a peerless evildoer.

Xiao Hanjiang's face was even more pale, he stared at the figure in front of the main house and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Huo, it is enough!"

He smiled bitterly, understanding Huo Yuanhong's moderation very well.

Huo Lao Zhenjun had no deep hatred with this Master Qin. Although the Xiao family and Huo Lao are very kind, but Huo Lao can come today, it is the Xiao family's great love.

If this master Qin is not strong enough, perhaps Xiao Hanjiang may not necessarily have such an idea. However, he has already seen the ability of this master Qin, not to mention the supernatural powers, but in the current China, there are few people who can compare.

Most importantly, this Master Qin... is too young and has a bright future.

As Mr. Huo Laozhen said, if there are another ten years, who can guarantee the strength of this Master Qin? Not to mention that it is invincible in the world, but when placed in China, it is definitely a peerless man who stomped the country.

Will Huo offend such a future Chinese giant for the Xiao family?

Or does it mean that his Xiao family has such confidence that he is not afraid of revenge from a future Chinese giant?

The Xiao family didn't. Although Xiao Hanjiang was very unwilling, he was able to get to where he is today. There was a clear truth.

Their Xiao family does not have this background and strength.

Even though the strength of the Xiao family is already very strong now, in the face of this Master Qin, they still dare not forge mortal enemies with him.

Huo Yuanhong looked at Qin Xuan, bowed with both hands, and said, "Master Qin is indeed well-deserved, and he has such a level of cultivation against the sky at such a young age. You are really old!"

He sighed deeply, but this sentence came from the heart.

Qin Xuan stood up between the heavens and the earth, smiling softly without commenting.

"If you have time, Master Qin can come here to talk to the old man. It is very welcome. Today, I will leave! Still looking forward to today's affairs, Master Qin should not bear hatred." Huo Yuanhong smiled freely and he looked at Qin. After Xuan nodded slightly, he turned and left.

He came to the Xiao family ancestral house to help repel the enemy. Now, the opponent is no longer easily repelled by him. What is he doing here?

It's hard to talk about self-inflicted shame, but he is a real monarch of Dao Realm after all.

Huo Yuanhong left very decisively, leaving with the beautiful apprentice who had already been shocked and beyond.

After Huo Yuanhong left, the entire Xiao family's ancestor house was deadly silent.

No one made a sound, including Xiao Hanjiang, fell into deathly silence.

After five or six minutes of silence, Xiao Hanjiang spoke in a low voice, “It’s human nature that Xiao Wu wants to worship his father. Anyway, I am also Xiao Wu’s grandfather. How can I make it impossible for my granddaughter? Make the final filial decision."

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed.

This is an indirect recognition of Xiao Wu's identity! Even when Wu Bodhisattva was peacefully enrolled in the Innate, Old Madam Xiao did not say this, how come today, Old Madam Xiao did such an abnormal thing?

Is it just because of Master Qin?

Xiao Hanjiang's eyes were reddish, and his head slowly lowered.

Of course it wasn't just because of Qin Xuan. Although Qin Xuan was very strong, he just didn't need to stop Xiao Wu from worshipping.

He is guilty, and why he is guilty, I am afraid that only the father will understand.

Bai Hongjun sighed deeply, looked at the old man beside him and shook his head slightly. He quietly led away.

Next, it was the Xiao family's affairs, he couldn't participate in much anymore.

After Xiao Hanjiang said these words, Qin Xuan remained silent, shook his head slightly, and stood in front of the main house.

Xiao Hanjiang lowered his head, and his old body seemed a bit older.

The old bereavement, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

It's hard for anyone to think that after Xiao Rujun's death, this old lady Xiao, who can be called the business leader in the south, felt so painful.

In the old days, An Ning and Xiao Rujun, the pair of mandarin ducks, could be said to be separated by Xiao Hanjiang.

He thought that after fifteen years, Xiao Rujun would have forgotten Anning.

But when the news of Xiao Rujun's death came, the old man directly vomited blood from his heart, and fully understood.

How can I forget that my son, who loves me the most, has to do this kind of thing.

If you don't hesitate to die for peace, is the decision you made so wrong?

To this day, Xiao Hanjiang finally bowed his head, perhaps because of the grief of losing his son in old age, perhaps because of repentance, or even more perhaps because of Qin Xuan's tyranny, which made him understand a truth.

He Xiao Hanjiang, not everything can be satisfactory.

Fifteen years ago, he wanted to borrow the Liu family to make the Xiao family go further, but in the end he got such a result.

Now that someone has broken into his Xiao family's ancestral home so forcefully, what can he do?

"You all leave!" The old man waved weakly.

"dad!"

A few middle-aged people changed their complexion slightly, but found that the old man hadn't paid attention to them at all. His complexion changed several times, and he retreated unwillingly.

When everyone left, the old man looked up to the sky to meet the drizzle, and the old tears.

Qin Xuan looked at the complex old man quietly, without sympathy or relief, just quietly.

People always do wrong things, and in many cases, once they are wrong, they cannot be undone.

Like him in his previous life, he also regretted having offended Chen Zixiao, but he has already offended him. What can he do?

It's just that, in the previous life, he had to bear the consequences, so after jin　ru cultivation world, he was cautious, step by step, to the point where he became immortal.

"Can I... see Xiao Wu?" Xiao Hanjiang put away his thoughts and looked at Qin Xuan quietly.

After so many things, now, this old dragon from the Xiao family in the south finally bowed his head.

Xiao Wu, a child with the blood of his Xiao family, was only the second time in his life.

For the first time, Xiao Wu was still swaddling, how ridiculous.

Xiao Hanjiang wouldn't ask for Xiao Wu's forgiveness, he just felt that he should take a look.

Even now, he admits Xiao Wu in his heart, but he still won't list Xiao Wu in the Xiao family tree.

It's not that he didn't regret it, but that he couldn't do it.

Once he did this, he offended the Liu family who occupies the capital, and slapped the Liu family in the face, which would cause disaster for the Xiao family.

Xiao Hanjiang would not do such a thing for himself, because behind him was the entire Xiao family.

"It depends on Xiao Wu's opinion!"

Qin Xuan said lightly, he would not participate in it.

He came today just to let Xiao Wu worship Xiao Rujun.

Now, he has done it.

As for how Xiao Wu viewed the Xiao family and Xiao Hanjiang, that was Xiao Wu's own business.

Xiao Hanjiang took a deep breath and nodded.

He looked at Qin Xuan and sighed in his heart, with this Master Qin, even if he lost his parents and Pluo Temple, Xiao Wu would definitely be safe and sound.

In fact, Xiao Hanjiang does not resent Qin Xuan, but has a hint of gratitude.

Because of the Liu family, even if Xiao Hanjiang figured out some things and felt guilty, he still couldn't help Xiao Wu, or even comfort him.

But Qin Xuan could do what he didn't dare to do and couldn't do.

The old man quietly looked at the closed door of the main house, and walked to the side to wipe the rain-stained steps, as if at this moment, he is not Xiao Hanjiang, the old man of the Xiao family, but just the most ordinary old man who has just lost his beloved son. .

He looked up at the sky, and the drizzle had stopped for some time. In the sky, the clouds were light and foggy, and the sun poured down on the Xiao family's ancestor's house, as if a layer of brilliance.

The old man sighed slightly, and just sat like this, without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)