History’s Strongest Senior Brother

(PS: Today ’s update is a bit late, and I apologize to everyone.

At the same time, there is only one change today, and the one owed is made up tomorrow during the day.

It's about time for a big plot, and I need to sort it out carefully.

You will never be disappointed, you can rest assured.)

After leaving the Yantian Realm in the South, he went to the Central Juntian Realm. In the last eight or nine years, the Southern Supreme Zhuangshen finally returned to Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain.

For secular mortals, life is only one hundred years in a hurry, eight or nine years has been a short period of time.

But for the martial arts strong who cultivated to a high level, it is likely that the retreat will last more than ten years.

Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen himself, the last closed-door retreat was the past two decades.

It was just before that there had never been a time when Zhuang Shen felt such a thing.

At this moment he was sitting on the first throne in the main hall of the Zongmen, his eyes blinking at the doormen.

Compared with those years, Zhuang Shen's appearance has not changed at all.

He was still handsome and handsome, looking like he was thirty years old, and he was as white as white hair, simply combing his bun.

But looking at the crowd before him, Zhuang Shen was as deep as water.

The relatives of his sons and daughters, Peng He, "Yi Wang", who had always been friends with Mo Ni, had disappeared.

Although the relationship was not as intimate as Peng He's, he respected Zhuang Shen and handled things securely, making him always trust his brother You Shu Zhang Zhangren, who is "Baowu Zhenyue".

He is most valued, exhausting his hard-earned disciples, "Feng Tong" Yuan Xiancheng, also missing.

In addition, there are many people in Wutongpo, who can never appear in the hall in front of them.

Finally, there is his own son, Zhuang Zhaohui ...

Zhuang Shen looked at the sparse door court, and said nothing for a long time.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scribe, said: "Brother Zhang and Brother Peng are gone, and the southeast is strong. I can only stick to Fengyi Mountain and wait for Brother Zhuang to come back."

Zhuang Shen looked at the middle-aged Confucian and said slowly, "Senior Brother Mao, you have worked hard."

The middle-aged Confucian lowered his head and said, "Please also ask Brother Master to get an idea."

This person is naturally the only surviving Wu Shengjiu realm gangster in Wutongpo of Fengyi Mountain, and Mao Yuansheng, who is also called Peng He and Zhang Shuren.

He and Peng He, together with the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, are under the same teacher.

Hundreds of years ago, Feng Yishan was still the predecessor of the previous generation. When Master Zhuang Shen was in charge of the portal, Mao Yuansheng was actually the most important successor.

At that time, compared to Zhuang Shen, their masters had always preferred Mao Yuansheng, and even once wanted Mao Yuansheng to take over his mantle and inherit the Wutongpo gate court.

It was only later that when he was a boy, he was relatively ordinary and profound, and his upward momentum was getting more and more full, and eventually came to the top.

Their master died prematurely because of an accident and failed to decide on the successor.

In the end, Zhuang Shen won.

However, it is indeed in his hands that the phoenix mountain of Fengyi Mountain carries forward with its veins, and the true form of the Phoenix becomes more and more perfect.

Until later, Zhuang Shen reached the supreme state of the earth, and Fengyi Mountain also reached the peak in its own history.

Zhuang Shen did not suppress Mao Yuansheng, but among the three big brothers of Wu Sheng Jiu Realm in Wutongpo, there is no doubt that Mao Yuansheng has the most distant relationship with Zhuang Shen.

Zhang Shuren was instructed to guard Fangyuan Mountain at the border with the southeast, which seemed remote, but was deeply trusted.

If it was really a hard job, Yuan Xiancheng, the most important disciple of Zhuang Shen, could not be tied up.

When Zhuang Shen went to the central Juntian Realm, the person who sat on the gate of Wutongpo Mountain in Fengyi Mountain was the most closely related "Yi Wang" Peng He.

Since that year, Mao Yuansheng himself has always been quite low-key.

What used to be "Fengming South Xinjiang" now seems to be somewhat unworthy of its name.

This time, Zhang Shuren and Peng He both fell, and Mao Yuansheng returned to Wutongpo to preside over the overall situation.

As the power of Wutongpo is second only to Zhuangshen, Mao Yuansheng has become more low-key.

"Take an idea?" Zhuang Shen's expression was calm and no waves were visible, but all Wutongpo martial artists present felt that the world they were in seemed to be burning up.

A flaming phoenix fluttered in front of her eyes, but her eyes shed tears.

Looking at the illusion of the phoenix crying blood in front of him, everyone including Mao Yuansheng was silent.

The illusion disappeared, and Zhuang Shen remained expressionless, as if his emotions did not fluctuate at all.

But everyone knows that the seemingly illusory scene of Fang Cai is actually the true expression of Zhuang Shen's thoughts.

"My Wutongpo, a total of thirty-seven people, died in the hands of the thief named Yan."

Zhuang Shen stood up: "There are two martial saints in the late Xianqiao period. There are my favorite disciples, the most outstanding descendants of the younger generation, and my own son."

He looked at Mao Yuansheng: "If I go back and forth this time, Brother Mao, you will take over as the leader."

Mao Yuansheng lowered his head: "May I attach Brother Jiwei to the southeast together."

"What do you say?" Zhuang Shenxue's white eyebrows frowned. "This kind of incense can't be broken."

Mao Yuansheng raised his head and looked at Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen said: "No matter why Xiancheng died because of them, the fact is that they all fell into Fangyuan Mountain."

"I'm back, but Cao Jie is also back. If I fight in Fangyuanshan, the result is unpredictable."

Mao Yuansheng was silent for a while and then said, "Why is that brother ..."

Zhuang Shen calmly said: "In the past, revenge for Master, I dared to fight against Wu Sheng Jiu Zhong's enemies."

"Now in charge of the South, is it true that the older the rivers and lakes, the smaller the courage?"

Mao Yuan was silent, and only a moment later said: "This is why you are 'Fengxiang Jiutian', and am I just 'Fengming Nanjiang'?"

"I may die earlier than you." Zhuang Shen said lightly: "I am stronger than you, but some are stronger than me."

"But Mo Yao thought I was stunned by anger and I was calmer than ever."

"Revenge at all costs, first of all, and then at all costs."

After listening to Zhuang Shen ’s words, Mao Yuansheng and the Wutong Po martial spirits revived slightly.

At this moment, the sky outside Wutong Mountain shook like a wave.

A figure emerged from it.

His arrival did not disturb anyone up and down the Wutong slope, only Zhuang Shen felt: "Brother Lang is here, Zhuang Shen is far away."

"Brother Lang? Lang ..." Mao Yuansheng and others listened, all stunned, and then overjoyed: "The Western Supreme has arrived?"

Zhuang Shen said lightly: "Without Zhaohui and Xiancheng's business, I also invited Brother Lang to come to Wutongpo as a guest and discuss the matter of the Southeast.

During the speech, a middle-aged man walked in: "Brother Zhuang, I heard about this and mourn."

A group of Wutongpo warriors met him and saluted one after another: "Have seen the Western Supreme."

The comers are the masters of the Western Ruin Heaven, the head of Mount Linong, and the Western Supreme Lang Qing.

"Since Brother Lang knows, I won't say anything more." Zhuang Shen said: "I wonder if Brother Lang can help me?"