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"How about we" use this fact to speak. "Fan Bin smiled. He did not like to smile, but today he maintained that smile from beginning to end.

The old man from the Shan family could not help but mention, "I know that in the Zong family's ancestral hall is a Scripture Pavilion, where all the history records of the Zong family are sealed. Although Fan Mu was kicked out by the Zong family in the middle, I believe that his records are still kept by the family.

It's hard to imagine that we can reach a consensus in our lifetime, "the Lin Family's Family Head chuckled." This is the most democratic method. Although democracy does not mean that it is fair, in choosing a family head, we must definitely choose the one that is most popular, don't you think so, Mister Bin.

Fan Bin nodded his head in a very refined manner. The six Patriarchs were approaching in full fury, but he was enjoying the pleasure of dealing with whatever came his way.

Don't you guys feel that it's getting troublesome? The reason why nephew Fan Mu is back today, don't you guys feel that there's some profound meaning to it? "Fan Bin's gaze swept across the six great Patriarchs, and his domineering charisma made them breathless," Every one of them is an old antique, it's time to accept the younger generation.

The Lin Family's patriarch, along with the Shan Family's patriarch, had suffered an inexplicable loss. They had thought that Fan Bin would use some strange trick to force them to surrender, but unexpectedly, he had released another arrow, proving that this was the most straightforward method. However, Fan Mu had already become a cripple, so was he not afraid of doing so?

"I dare guarantee in the name of the clan leader that if nephew Fan Mu is unable to suppress the others, I can resign as the clan leader and allow everyone to do as they please." Fan Bin smiled, his smile as calm as water.

"Really!?" He was a middle-aged man who wore a black framed mirror, and no matter how dark the frame was, it could not hide the depths of his eyes, making him look like a giant panda who had not slept for a week or two. However, when he heard Fan Bin's promise, his sleepy eyes started to shine with a golden light, as if he was looking at a bed made out of top-notch Simmons.

"As the head of the clan, I still have some prestige," Fan Bin said expressionlessly. He knew that there were several branch family Patriarchs who had been eyeing his position, but he didn't expect that this force was so fierce that it could not be hidden, and didn't have any intention of putting him, the Patriarch, in their eyes.

It was true that he admitted that he was not fit to be the chief, other than being a little tactful, a little more powerful, and a little more low-key, he really did not feel that he had any good points. He had been in charge of the position of leader for so many years, whether it was big or small, and most of it was handed over to the elder to handle.

However, in the past few years, after the Elder Pavilion had washed their blood, the situation had improved a little. The Elders Pavilion which was flooded with fresh blood finally gave up on its forceful and violent attitude and started to formulate a strategy for the construction of their clan. At the same time, Fan Bin also gained the right to speak.

"What do you think of the Elders Pavilion!?" The Mountain Clan Lord asked. As a member of the Zong Clan's authority, he was extremely familiar with the Zong Clan's operating system.

He really didn't know where these two guys had the confidence from, the former had used everything to protect him, and the latter, even though he knew that there was some enmity between the two of them, had actually used the name of the Patriarch to guarantee it. He felt that these two people were not crazy, but born to be crazy, and could no longer control their sickness, dancing and singing around him like two hundred and five people.

"I'm not that confident," Fan Mu pursed his lips. He could not help but feel that such a heavy burden had actually caused him to curse in a low voice, and upon hearing the name of the clan leader, he felt breathless. He once again thought back to that year when he had lost his face in front of all his clansmen, and overnight, even a Gold rank Innate Bloodline had turned into trash.

"Grandpa, look at the door, I'm not asking you," a young girl from the Shan family said with a smile. Her childish face still had two intoxicating dimples, and from the looks of it, she was only seven or eight years old.

The Elemental Testing Rites referred to the jade cultivator's first bloodline test. The first time was extremely important to the jade cultivator, and more than 90% of the blood of the jade cultivator was already fully formed during the first test, so no matter how hard they tried, it was difficult to increase or decrease the power of their bloodline no matter how hard they tried. It was like the fate of the three Goddesses of Fate, where some things were inherent in their bloodline, but there were some existences that were extraordinary.

"Flowers cannot bloom without reason!" Old man Shan's face was stern as he glared fiercely at the little girl, "Elder Bai, you don't have to care. My daughter doesn't understand the rules, please forgive her."

The little girl was so scared that she fell to the ground. She had never seen her grandfather look so terrifying. Those furious eyes seemed as if they were going to swallow her up.

"Ai, children's words are always spoken without restraint. Brother Shan, you don't need to mind." Old Man Bai laughed. He did not have the demeanor of a Supreme Realm cultivator. However, those who knew of his name all swallowed their saliva.

Although old man Bai had been watching the door for decades, but that murderous look of his was still engraved in his heart. Thinking back to back then, he was an Asura from hell, so no one dared to follow him on a mission, because no matter if it was the enemy or teammates, none of them survived!