Four disciples of the Immortal Sect walked step by step toward the disciple of the Yu family with an angry face.

"Do you know why you don't have to go to the backyard?" The smile on the face of the disciple of the Immortal Sect was like an ice flower buried deep in the Nine Netherworld, blooming but gloomy.

He looked at the disciples of the Yu family who were gradually quieting down: "Because I can't wait for that time."

The disciples of the Yu family also looked at him, with not much fear in their eyes, but only hatred, a kind of unwilling hatred.

So with that hatred, he fell to the ground to the sky. There was a red line in his throat, and blood shot out from the red line, emitting a kind of monster.

"It's better to throw it into the backyard!"

The disciple of the Immortal Sect changed his sword and put it into the sheath, and glanced at his mouth with some unfulfilled intentions!

"The Yu family dares to resist. It seems that the shock to them is not enough. Since that's the case, then gather everyone together and reduce the lifespan of that old guy by ten years!"

The remaining disciples of the Yu family were silent and looked at the corpse of the companion, feeling inexplicably heartbroken.

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The Yu family’s martial arts performance venue was once here, where children faced the rising sun, felt the essence of heaven and earth, and condensed the martial spirit.

At that time, there was a thriving everywhere.

However, at this moment, there is only a touch of sadness and boundless sadness left here.

The old Yu Zhanyuan was taken to a high platform by two immortal disciples, one left and one right, with a wooden stake there, which was prepared in advance.

They skillfully tied Yu Zhanyuan, who was aging more aged than the last time, and looked at him with some fun.

"I know you really want to ask, didn't you just take your life this month? Why do you still have to come here?" The disciple of the Immortal Sect curled his lips and smiled cruelly.

Then he reached out and came down the nearly a hundred children from the Yu family who looked up at the place.

"You should ask them! Why are you not good at being obedient? Isn't it great to be obedient?"

Yu Zhanyuan slowly raised his head, and the surroundings of his forehead were like the water surface blowing by the cold wind, and his dry lips were gently opened.

"Good resistance!"

He only said this, and his turbid eyes began to flow with a faint disdain: "Being able to resist proves that the Yu family has not yet been ruined, and one day it will rise again!"

The disciple of the Immortal Sect put his face in front of him and grinned with a twisted smile.

"Liao Fan, it's my younger brother. I'm just such a younger brother, but your son killed him, so I can only use your entire Yu family to bury him!"

"But I won't kill you so directly. I heard that your son is very lucky! He appeared in Yanzhou and caused quite a lot of storms. If he comes back and sees this scene, I wonder if he will feel heartbroken?"

He licked his lips, and a bloodthirsty light emerged from his eyes.

"I heard that you have always taken it in the ancestral temple. There should be the root of your Yu family, right?"

Yu Zhanyuan couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this, and looked at Liao Qing with a sharp light.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't do anything, I just want to notify you that from today, you won't have to go back!"

He waved his hand: "Because from today on, there will be no ancestral temple. I will build a good thatched cottage, right there!"

"You bastard!"

Yu Zhanyuan struggled desperately, but couldn't help but breathe violently.

You can die by yourself, and all the disciples of the Yu family below can die, but the ancestral temple cannot be lost, because it is not only the root of the Yu family, but also the inheritance of the Yu family. "Swear, it has been six months since half a year ago and until now!"

Liao Qing took two steps back, and a light shone in his palm, and a light appeared. It was a small tripod stained with blood and a little cold breath bloomed.

"The lifespan of the early stage of Qingwei is about 200 years old. Including this time, your actual age should be almost 110 years old, and you are not young anymore!"

"So, I won't be scolded for long!"

Yu Zhanyuan looked at him in a cold look, but suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Liao Qing became a little uneasy. He thought that Yu Zhanyuan should be very angry now, and that kind of powerless anger. It is precisely because of that anger that makes him feel more and more happy.

But he laughed, laughing happily.

This seems to be illogical.

The wrinkles on Yu Zhanyuan's face seemed to have stretched a lot, and his smile had not yet faded.

"Thank you for telling me Han'er's news. I originally thought he was dead, but now... I'm really happy."

"It turns out that it's because of this. So there's a very bad news to tell you that he may not be able to live long!"

"When everyone thinks he can't survive, he still survives, so this time, he will still be alive."

"There is no possibility, because he can't solve the situation of the three immortal sects!"

"He can untie because he is my son!"

"Now, I want to take your life, why don't I see him come to save you?"

Yu Zhanyuan was speechless, but he just shook his head slightly, looked at him with pity, and then said, "You will never understand what he carries, so you will never understand why he is alive."

Liao Qing looked at the sky and sighed: "It's getting late. I hope you are right, otherwise it will be boring. I hope he dies in my hands."

"Maybe, I don't have time to see you off!"

The blood-stained cauldron flew out of his hand and slowly floated towards Yu Zhanyuan, floating above his head.

Yu Zhanyuan was already very familiar with this scene, so he didn't say much at this moment.

The mouth of the small tripod was slightly tilted, and light shone from it, covering Yu Zhanyuan.

His body trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word anymore.

Below, countless disciples from the rest of the family watched the scene on the stage and clenched their fists, but they were so powerless.

"Clang—"

In the quiet space, a sharp friction suddenly came, which was the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed.

Then, they saw the winding sword light above the sky, like the cold moonlight, falling on the ground through the window frame.

"bite--"

The sword light did not attack anyone, but hit the blood-stained cauldron above Yu Zhanyuan's head.

"who?"

Liao Qing looked at the small tripod with a ugly expression. At this moment, a sword was penetrated and then inserted into the ground of the platform.

It was a rusty long sword, very ordinary, with almost no fluctuation of energy on it, but it pierced the blood-stained cauldron and nailed it to the ground.

The sound of clothes breaking through the air sounded from behind Liao Qing.

He was shocked, then turned around and slapped it out with a palm, trying to block the figure.

However, the figure did not attack him, but flashed past his side, with a very fast speed, so he just saw the figure, which seemed to be white.

Yu Zhanyuan's body stopped trembling, and his eyes were a little tired, but he was also a little confused.

He didn't understand why this time lasted so short, so he looked up and wanted to see what was going on.

It was at this moment that he saw the face that was so close, the face that appeared in his dreams countless times.

There was also a red look in my eyes.

"Have you had hallucinations? But it's great to be able to look at you at this time."

"You don't know. The guy just said, you can't see me until the end. Look, haven't you seen it now? Even if it's fake, it's fine!"

After saying this, he felt his body relaxed, all the chains on his body were cut off, and his body slid down weakly.

"Father... it's not an illusion, I'm back!"

A trembling whisper sounded in his ear, and then he was held back by a pair of powerful arms and slowly sat down.

"Han'er--"

At this time, he was finally convinced that this was not an illusion, because the arms that held him were too powerful.

The wrinkled hand gently raised, then landed on the face opposite, and gently stroked it twice, just like when I was a child.

But at that time, his hands were very smooth.

Yu Han held the hand and tears fell silently: "Father, it's me, I'm back! I'm late!"

Yu Zhanyuan shook his head and smiled even happier: "As long as you come back, it's not too late!"

"Yeah?"

A nasty voice came.

Liao Qing looked at Yu Han's back as he leaned over, and a bright murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Behind him, three disciples of the Immortal Sect had gathered over and stood side by side with him.

Below, many disciples of the Immortal Sect also approached, holding weapons in their hands, ready to take action at any time.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Including the ordinary Yu family disciples below, they couldn't help but look at the white back.
To be continued...