Murong Yu frowned, as if he was slightly familiar with the figure of the man sitting cross-legged on the glass platform, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Thinking of this, Murong Yu's heart skipped a beat and he took out something from his upper pocket, which looked like glasses but had a unique shape. Murong Yu put it on his eyes and looked at it again. After a while, he finally recognized the thing.

Tao figure.

"It turned out to be him! That guy, for the promise he made back then, did he really come back..."

The expression on Murong Yu's handsome face changed drastically, and his eyes were fixed on that figure. After a moment, he came back to his senses, and then turned around suddenly to give instructions to Bai Lao behind him.

"Old Bai, please quickly inform the punishment elders, the clan leader and the mirror master, and ask them to rush to Wangyue Pavilion," and ask my father to go to the Huangdian Palace and report to the Supreme Elder who is in retreat there. Just say - "

"Nalan Yu, you're back."

The old man, who had always had a face as calm as a clear pond, suddenly felt an unconcealable panic on his old face when he heard the name coming from Murong Yu's mouth.

As if he had not come back to his senses for a while, he responded solemnly after a moment, and withdrew the palm seal. In a few flashes, his figure disappeared directly from the place.

Bai Lao's sudden change of expression also fell into Murong Mian's eyes, which aroused curiosity in his heart.

To be able to make Bai Lao, who is a member of the Shui generation, react like this, and Murong Yu actually wants his father to go to the deserted palace to complain for him. He is an elder who has been in seclusion for many years and does not care about family affairs. This figure

, who exactly is he?!

"I dare to ask, the Eleventh Prince, who is the 'Nalan Yu' you just mentioned, who is it that even the Supreme Elder is alarmed?"

"I don't have time to explain to you slowly now, so I'll leave here with me immediately and rush to 'Wangyue Pavilion'. As for the sword search, we'll put it on hold for now!"

Before Murong Mian could react, Murong Yu's figure flashed, and after his words fell, he quickly left towards the attic. Looking at this scene, Murong Mian roughly understood the current situation, so he stopped asking any more questions.

Follow up at the same pace.

"Dong——dong——"

The ancient low-pitched bells spread with waves of sound waves, rippling throughout the entire clan garden. And the news of Nalan Yu's return was like ripples, one stone stirred up thousands of waves, almost overwhelming the entire clan.

The people were so frightened that they couldn't sit still. They put down what they were doing and quickly rushed to Wangyue Pavilion.

However, within just a few sticks of incense, dozens of people had gathered in front of the originally elegant and quiet Wangyue Pavilion. There was a man in the middle in front of him, with white hair and a crane face, and a solemn expression. He was the clan leader Murong Yuan.

On either side of him, Murong Xi, the master of the mirror, and Murong Ze, the punishment elder, stood quietly. Behind him were two thousand elders, a group of eldest sons from the Huo generation, and more than a dozen Xuanying guards.

The last ones to arrive here were Murong Lei who came out from Linglong Pavilion, and Murong Yu and Murong Mian who had just come down from Yunjin Peak.

In front of the Wangyuexuan attic, which was not so spacious, almost all the direct clan members still in the valley gathered together.

"Nalan Yu, I don't care why you suddenly appeared here today, or why you used our clan's sacred object 'Han Jade Glazed Terrace' privately. But 'Yan You' is our clan's most precious treasure and must not flow into other clans or the real world. Therefore.

, please return it!”

Murong Yuan's voice was mixed with rich profound energy. Some of the weaker descendants behind him had no choice but to cover their ears and concentrate on resisting.

"Your clan's most precious treasure? Hahahaha——"

Just in front of Wangyue Pavilion, some of the younger members of the clan who had never heard of this name were having various speculations in their minds. In the Wangyue Pavilion, which had always been quiet and peaceful, as the light gradually faded, there followed a burst of wild laughter, mixed with

The inner strength of Xuan Gong suddenly surged out.

"ah……"

The bell-like laughter carried overwhelming evil energy, rippling in waves. At this moment, in front of Wangyue Pavilion, except for the clan leader and a few elders standing in the front row, everyone else heard the sound. At this moment, their heads were almost about to explode and they were dizzy.

The feeling kept swirling in my mind, causing my lower body to stagger and become unstable.

"This old guy!"

Murong Yuan stood at the front, concentrating on resisting the impact of the evil energy, while Murong Ze, the punishment elder standing next to him, moved his steps slightly, his eyes were reddish, and he slowly squeezed out an angry shout from his clenched teeth.

Just when all the younger generations were about to lose their support, Murong Xi, the mirror-wielding man in a fringed white shirt, finally stopped sealing the seals between his jade hands, and then the mirror slowly floated in front of him, with colorful rays of light overflowing.

Come, form a crimson light curtain barrier in front of the pavilion, blocking such wild and evil energy.

The evil spirit was blocked, and everyone gradually calmed down. They looked at each other, and finally looked at Wangyue Pavilion in front of them. There was panic in their eyes.

Looking at the ripples on the light screen that had not dispersed for a long time, Murong Xi's face, which had always been as cold as snow, couldn't help but reveal a rare solemn look in her eyes.

"Cangxun mirror?"

Inside Wangyue Pavilion, a startling sound suddenly came out, and where the wind roared, a gray shadow gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The halo dissipated, and everyone in front of the pavilion could really see the face of the person who came -

—

This is a grey-haired middle-aged man who is dressed in rags and looks like a beggar. The man looks a little weathered, and he is not tall, but the hunting energy and Xuan Gong evil spirits around him give people an impression.

A deep sense of oppression.

The most peculiar thing is that in addition to the man's face being covered with traces of time, the exposed skin all over his body is as smooth and delicate as snow white, like a baby that can be broken by a blow.

"I didn't expect that the young girl I hadn't seen for more than thirty years has now become the 'miracle saint' of the Murong clan."

Looking away from the Cangxun Mirror above the void and looking at Murong Xi who was controlling it with hand seals, Nalan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned his body briefly to identify his identity.

Murong Xi, whose face was hidden by white gauze, her bright eyes flashed slightly, and a strange look flashed across her eyes, but she soon regained her composure.

She raised her head slightly, stared at Nalan Yu in front of her from a distance, and said coldly: "Senior brother betrayed the clan and left, why did he come back today?"

"Senior brother?!"

As Murong Xi's words reached the ears of everyone behind him, the expressions of everyone in the Murong clan's fire generation changed drastically. As they looked at each other, a flash of shock flashed through their hearts.

This man in gray robe, since his surname is Nalan, he must be a descendant of the Nalan family, so how could he become the senior brother mentioned by the mirror master?

It's not surprising that everyone reacted like this, because the ancient rules of the Murong clan stipulated that members of the Murong clan must never accept foreigners as disciples or teach foreigners their own martial arts.

But now, the person in front of them was not only able to enter the Xiangxiu Valley without anyone noticing, but he was also able to use the Murong clan's ancient foreign object "Han Jade Glazed Platform". How could this not make everyone speculate?

When Murong Xi said his brother's words, Nalan Yu only raised the corners of his lips, but the evil aura surrounding him slowly calmed down a little. Standing next to him were the patriarch Murong Yuan and the punishment elder Murong Ze.

, but his brows were furrowed quietly, and his expression seemed unhappy.

"Of course it is to fulfill the 'Three Swords Agreement' back then. Murong Yuan, you are now considered the head of a dignified clan. Do you want the reputation of your Murong clan to be ruined from now on?"

"Let me ask you, is the sword 'Yan You' in your hand?"

Murong Yuan stared silently, then took a deep breath, his face still extremely solemn. His eyes paused on Nalan Yu, but he did not answer his counter-question. He only spoke again after a moment of silence.

"Hahahaha...Murong Yuan, you are not strict with your subordinates. There is a traitorous descendant in the valley. You secretly colluded with the 'Nangong lineage' to burn the pavilion and steal the sword. Today you come to ask me for it. It's really funny!"

"That's nonsense!"

Nalan Yu's scornful laughter echoed in front of the pavilion, but when it fell in Murong Yuan's ears, it made him frown, as if he was thinking about something.

It was just that Murong Ze, the punishment elder who always had a hot temper, could not allow Nalan Yu to tarnish the reputation of the Murong clan like this. He stepped forward with his toes, jumped out, and came down with a shout. He turned his hand and gave a palm, which gathered around his body.

The gurgling purple energy blasted towards Nalan Yu who was standing calmly in front of him.

"Bang——"

The strong winds collided, and ripples of profound energy spread rapidly from a central point, detonating and making a roaring sound in the air for dozens of meters around.

Nalan Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and just pointed out casually. Not only did the wind in Murong Ze's palm disappear in an instant, but it even penetrated through and hit the latter heavily directly.

"puff!"

Blood sprayed from his mouth. After Murong Ze was knocked to the ground, he staggered back several meters before being narrowly held by Murong Bing behind him.

"Father, are you okay?!"

Murong Bing had a look of concern on his face. He glanced at Murong Lei beside him from the corner of his eye, then he supported Murong Ze, who was breathing slightly, and stared at Nalan Yu in front of the pavilion with sulkiness in his eyes.

"fine."

Murong Ze coughed twice and gradually calmed down the surging blood in his body, but a strong fear of Nalan Yu arose in his heart. Just now, it seemed like a flash of lightning. He had already used nearly eight points of strength, but the other party was

Just a random finger, but he could easily hurt himself, which shows the depth of his skill.

"The 'Three Swords Pact' back then was nothing more than an empty promise made when you rebelled against the clan. You want to use it to blackmail our clan today, but you are delusional!"

The color of purple-brown stars slowly appeared in Murong Yuan's eyes, and the sleeves and robes behind him were rising without any wind under the agitation. Anyone could see that this person who was usually quiet and gentle had a kind attitude.

The clan leader is really angry at this moment.

"Are you delusional..."
Chapter completed!