Chapter 1,154 This is the Martial Saint

Seeing that several people had recovered as before, Dongfang Jianye, Sima Pingcuo and others felt relieved.

No matter what, the great elder is the Optimus Prime of the family. Once there is no protection by force, their big family will be like a little daughter-in-law walking naked on the street. The consequences can be imagined.

"Xiao Fan, our Sima family is here to thank you."

Sima Puncuo has always been a little dissatisfied with the son-in-law chosen by his granddaughter. Firstly, he did not come from a big family, and secondly, there were too many women around him.

But now I really admire him. Apart from anything else, this medical skill is absolutely priceless.

It can be said that they have invited famous doctors all over the world these days, but they are unable to do anything about Sima Pinghu's injury. As a result, it is not a big deal in front of others. He was cured in minutes, which shows the huge gap.

Dongfang Jianye also expressed his gratitude, but based on his relationship with Ye Bufan, there was not much politeness.

After that, the three masters plus the elders and Ye Bufan rushed to the secret room to discuss matters. Master Qingye was a monk and went back to her room to rest. Leng Qingqiu and other girls went to visit Ouyang Lan and Changsun Dongju.

After everyone sat down, their expressions became heavy again.

Everyone knows very well that although the injuries of several people have been cured, the situation is still not optimistic with the martial saint Murong Chenglong around, and the difficulties faced by the three major families have not yet been resolved.

Sima Puncuo, the oldest among the three heads of the family, was the first to say: "Brothers, the Murong family has now issued an ultimatum. What do you think of this matter?"

Changsun Wu Gong was the first to say: "Bullshit, do you really think that having a martial saint will make you superior to others? There is no way for our Changsun family to surrender!"

The eldest grandson Cangsong nodded: "Second uncle is right. Our eldest grandson family is also a first-class family in the imperial capital. It is impossible to surrender to anyone."

Dongfang Jianye said, "Our Dongfang family is the same, we will never live based on people's faces."

"We agree on this. We would rather die than surrender."

Sima Pingcuo nodded, and then showed a troubled look, "But the problem now is that old guy Murong Chenglong is really too powerful. Even if the three of us join forces, he is no match. I'm afraid this level will not be easy to pass. "

Sima Pinghu sighed: "That's right. The Murong family didn't know what kind of bad luck they had this time. Not only did Murong Chenglong become a Martial Saint, but even the two juniors Murong Tian and Murong Hai also became They have all reached the realm of Heavenly Perfection, and this strength is really not something we can compete with now."

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After he said this, the entire secret room fell silent. Force always decides everything, and whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak.

When the Ximen family achieved two heaven-level perfections in one fell swoop, they were so complacent that they wanted to become the only super family in the imperial capital.

Nowadays, the Murong family has a martial saint and two heaven-level Dzogchen masters. This strength is really terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Changsun Cangsong said: "Can we think of other ways? There is not only one Martial Saint in our imperial capital."

Ye Bufan had been sitting nearby and listening silently. He wanted to see the attitudes of several major families and listen to their opinions, and did not want to expose his strength too quickly.

At this moment, after hearing what the uncle said, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then asked: "Didn't it mean that among the four major families in the imperial capital in the past, Heaven-level Dzogchen was the strongest master? Why is there still a Martial Saint?"

"You are right. The strongest of the four major families is the Heavenly Perfection, but the four major families cannot represent the entire imperial capital."

Dongfang Jianye answered Ye Bufan's question, "There is an organization above Longya called Tiangong. It is very mysterious, but one thing is for sure. They definitely have masters at the level of martial saints."

"Heavenly Palace?"

Ye Bufan was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard of this organization.

Sima Pingcuo said: "You don't need to be surprised. Not many people in the entire imperial capital know about the existence of Tiangong. Apart from the core members of our big families, there are only a few old people from Xuanyuan Pavilion.

However, Tiangong's status is special, and it will not take action until China is in crisis, let alone interfere in the disputes between our families. "

Dongfang Qingtian nodded and said: "Yes, I have never seen those old guys from Tiangong take action in all these years. According to the rules above, they generally will not interfere in the fights between our families."

"That will be difficult." Changsun Cangsong said, "Now everyone knows about the rise of the Murong family, and everyone knows about the injuries to the three elders.

Those second-rate and third-rate families that originally belonged to us have begun to waver, and some have even fallen directly into the arms of the Murong family. If this continues, the situation will become more and more out of control, and our strength will become weaker and weaker. "

Changsun Wugong said: "If you ask me, let's go up together and fight to the death with Murong Chenglong.

The reason why the Murong family did not hold the family meeting until three days later is that the old man must have been injured and used this time to adjust to his injuries.

After all, the four of us are not freeloaders. Besides, he had just broken through time. I saw with my own eyes that Aoba Master was struggling to endure the pain.

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He was injured and slapped him on the back. "

Sima Pinghu said: "You are right, Murong Chenglong is indeed injured, but he is a martial saint after all. He can recover from his injury in three days, so how serious can it be?

There are all ants below the Saint level. Even an injured Martial Saint is not something we can handle. "

Changsun Wugong said angrily: "What should we do? Are we just going to swallow our anger like this?"

After he said this, everyone fell silent again. He couldn't find any foreign help, and his own strength was not enough. This was a completely unsolvable situation.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Ye Bufan said: "Actually, there is no need for everyone to worry, this is also a good thing.

Through the pressure from the Murong family, we can see who are the two-faced people around us, who are the losers, and who are loyal to our family, and we can settle the matter together after this incident. "

Changsun Cangsong had a wry smile on his face: "Xiaofan, you think too simply. I'm afraid our three great families will no longer exist in three days. How can we settle the accounts?"

Ye Bufan smiled: "Uncle, I told you there is no need to worry about this matter. In this way, we will divide the work and leave the rest to you, and Murong Chenglong will leave it to me."

Everyone else was stunned. The reason why he was brought to this meeting today was entirely because of his special status. Firstly, he was the grandson of the eldest son's family, and secondly, he was the son-in-law of the Sima family and the Dongfang family.

In terms of strength, no one expected him to be of much help.

Changsun Cangsong then frowned: "Xiaofan, what time is it? Are you still in the mood to joke?"

"Uncle, I'm not joking, I'm serious." In order to make everyone believe it, Ye Bufan looked serious, "Leave that old guy Murong Chenglong to me, and you can take care of the rest."

Changsun Chenggong glared: "You brat are fooling around. You can't even beat me, the old man, so how can you be Murong Chenglong's opponent? If you want to die, it's me and the old man who will die. It's not your turn yet."

Ye Bufan shook his head. It seemed that just talking was useless. He had to show some strength.

At this moment, his aura suddenly exploded, and the super pressure belonging to the Martial Saint filled the entire secret room in an instant.

The expressions of the others suddenly changed drastically. Under this kind of pressure, everyone seemed to be carrying a mountain on their backs. It was difficult to breathe, and even the true energy in the body stopped functioning.

A thought came to everyone's mind, this is the Martial Saint!

Fortunately, Ye Bufan's momentum only faded and he quickly returned to normal.