"Patriarch, Wang Mu, the inner disciple of the Hengyue Sect, has urged again, let you hurry up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the backyard of the Ye family auction house in Wangu Town, there were two people standing in the east wing.

Among the two, a middle-aged man was holding a wooden pole in his hand, and his eyes were full of sadness and sadness, and he kept looking at the unconscious boy on the hospital bed.

Behind the middle-aged man, an old servant stood bowed, and it was this person who had just spoken.

Seeing that the middle-aged man in front of him did not reply, the old servant urged again: "Patriarch, that Wang Mu is already impatient, if you don't go out, I'm afraid it will be ......."

As soon as the words entered his ears, the man's black eyebrows furrowed suddenly, his right hand holding the cane was slowly clenched, and the expression on his face instantly became gloomy.

"Humph! This is already the third time. You go out and tell that Wang Mu that if you are willing to wait, you will wait outside, and if you are not willing to wait, go back and let the head of the Hengyue faction come over in person. ”

"This ...... Isn't that right? After all, Wang Mu was also an apprentice of Xu Liang, the Great Elder of the Hengyue Sect. If you say this, I am afraid that you will invite trouble. As...... Go out and meet them. Fine sweat broke out on the old servant's forehead, and he was trembling and did not dare to go out to speak.

The man's black eyebrows furrowed again, and he slowly turned around and stared at the old servant in front of him with a gloomy face, and said with a displeased expression: "What? Don't even dare to listen to me? ”

"The old slave doesn't dare, I'm ...... I'll go out and preach the news. The old servant glanced at the man, and found that the man's expression was extremely gloomy, and hurriedly bowed to his side and withdrew.

After the servant left, the middle-aged man coughed violently twice again, turned to look at the unconscious young man on the bed, shook his head and sighed sadly.

"Feng'er, you must hold on. The doctor said that as long as you survive the age of fifteen, you will have crossed this hurdle like your father. In the future, although the body is weak and coughing up blood, it can be regarded as saving his life, and he can add incense to our Ye family. ”

The man on crutches is named Ye Longtian, and he is also the eighth-generation patriarch of the Ye family. And the comatose boy lying on the hospital bed was Ye Longtian's only son, Ye Feng.

Speaking of Young Master Ye Feng of the Ye family, most of the people in Wangu Town know it.

Not only knows Ye Feng, but also knows that the Ye family has inherited a strange disease, people are born thin and thin, and as the clan grows up day by day, the body will be worse day by day.

This matter is indeed very strange, and this strange disease only happens to the heirs of the Ye family. As for the people of the Ye family, they are all alive and well, and they are all sick and have no disasters.

A heavy sigh spread in the room, Ye Longtian came to the edge of the bed on crutches and sat down, looking at Ye Feng's handsome cheeks with injured eyes, and the pair of dark sword eyebrows that showed manliness, Ye Longtian sighed again.

"Feng'er, how nice would it be if you didn't have a strange illness? Just with your clear eyebrows and handsome face, it is enough to fascinate most of the female dolls in Qingshui Country. But now...... Ay! Ye Longtian shook his head and muttered bitterly, after taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to cover Ye Feng with the quilt, patted it lightly twice, and then said, "Feng'er, cultivate here with peace of mind." No matter how many times Hengyue sent people, Daddy would not agree to their request. ”

Ye Longtian showed a loving smile on his face, stood up and took one last look at the unconscious Ye Feng, and walked towards the door with a cane.

The Ye family's compound is paved with red bricks, spacious, tidy and flat. Today, however, the spacious compound is full of people.

"Steward Yang! I'll give you another three minutes, if Ye Longtian doesn't come out yet, you Ye family will be at your own risk. ”

In the middle of the courtyard stood five people, all of whom were burly and sturdy, and were obviously all martial arts practitioners.

These people were led by a young man holding a sword, and the young man looked very arrogant, and was glaring at the old servant in front of him with cold eyes.

"Wang Shaoxia, you calm your anger first. You also know that my young master has been plagued by illness since he was a child, and just now the young master vomited blood again, and the head of the family, Aiko, was eager to take a look. After a while, Young Master Ye Feng will be fine, and the head of the family will naturally come out. Steward Yang bowed down again and clasped his fists to worship, and persuaded the angry Wang Mu to wait a little longer.

"Humph! Isn't it just a sick seedling spitting out some blood? What's the big deal? Okay, don't talk nonsense with me here, hurry up and let Ye Longtian come out, I don't have time to spend here with you. Wang Mu waved his hand impatiently, coaxing Manager Yang to continue to report and urge.

Chief Manager Yang suddenly cried and mourned, and looked up at Wang Mu and the other five disciples of the Hengyue Sect, and they didn't know what to say.

Just when Manager Yang was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, the door of the east wing room creaked open, and he saw Ye Longtian walking out of it with a cane.

"Don't want to spend it? Then why didn't you get out of the Ye family's mansion earlier? Ye Longtian seemed to have known Wang Mu's intention to come here for a long time, and since he came out, he had a gloomy face, and walked in front of Wang Mu step by step with a cane, staring at Wang Mu with angry eyes.

Being looked at by Ye Longtian like this, Wang Mu's sturdy and burly body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the heart in his body was even more pounding, obviously suppressed by Ye Longtian's momentum.

"Damn, this old thing is not a martial arts practitioner, but every time he exudes momentum, I shudder in the early days of chivalry." Wang Mu swallowed his saliva and muttered in his heart.

The martial arts of the rivers and lakes are vast and unbounded, and there is no shortage of heroic masters with advanced martial arts. For this kind of martial arts practitioners, the level of strength is also divided into several levels, in order, for chivalry, chivalry, chivalry, and hero.

Chivalry is the weakest type of martial artist in the martial arts.

There are many outer disciples of various sects in the early stage of chivalry, and when they improve their skills to the middle stage, they can be promoted to inner disciples after selection and assessment.

As for the later chivalrous masters, most of them have a high status within the sect, and they all hold the position of elders.

A chivalrous warrior is much stronger than a chivalrous man, and when a chivalrous man improves his skills to the early stage of chivalry, he can start a sect.

Of course, this is not absolute. There are also many martial artists who only have the skills of the later stage of chivalry and create sects. However, compared with the sect created by the chivalrous masters, such people have to bear more risks of extermination. After all, in terms of strength, there are too many chivalrous inferior chivalrous.

After the knight, there is the knight.

can become a chivalrous man on the rivers and lakes, and his status is not a little high. For example, if a country has a chivalrous presence, it is enough to make the country's name epicenter.

If there is a chivalrous man in a sect in the country, then the status and power of this sect are definitely not something that can be described by the word horror.

After the chivalry is the hero, and the hero is divided into first-class, second-rate, and third-rate.

Martial arts practitioners who can become heroes are rare on the continent of Middle-earth.

It is no exaggeration to say that the heroes of the year in Middle-earth can be counted with one pair of hands.

Although the rivers and lakes are sinister and the journey of martial arts is extremely difficult, it requires great opportunity and great perseverance to become a great weapon, but it does not make people timid, but as long as the vitality is born in the dantian, they will set foot on the road of the rivers and lakes without hesitation.

This is not surprising, who in the world does not want to raise their sleeves and indulge in wine? Who doesn't want to dominate the world with a sword? Who doesn't want to establish a sect and unify the rivers and lakes to pass on the good name through the ages?

But for the heirs of the Ye family, this is a dream of luxury, a dream that will be shattered when you wake up.

It's just because of the strange illness that the heirs of the Ye family's main lineage are born with, and there is a cloud of black gas in the dantian.

This black qi specializes in restraining vitality, and as long as vitality is born in the dantian, it will be immediately swallowed by black qi.

Therefore, only the first generation of ancestors of the Ye family is a person who practices martial arts, and none of the next eight generations can practice martial arts, including Ye Feng, who is in a coma.

"Patriarch Ye, counting this time, I have already been here three times. I don't want to say anything more, this time the head of our Hengyue faction, Sima Sect, gave a death order, even if you don't cancel the agreement made back then, the marriage contract in my hand will be considered invalid. Wang Mu took out a piece of red paper from his arms, shook it in front of Ye Longtian's eyes, and said with a proud look mixed with sarcasm.

Looking at the red paper marriage contract waved by Wang Mu, Ye Longtian's face turned pale with anger, and then he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heavily.

Spreading out his hands and looking at the small piece of black blood on the handkerchief, Ye Longtian's body shook three times, if it weren't for the hurried support of Manager Yang on the side, Ye Longtian would definitely be planted to the ground by Wang Mu's words.

After settling down, Ye Longtian reluctantly stood firm, pushed away Manager Yang and pointed at Wang Mu angrily: "You...... You get the hell out of here, let ...... Let Sima Chuan come and tell me in person. ”

Wang Mu had a sarcastic smile on his face, his eyes looked at Ye Longtian, who was trembling all over his body and pale as paper, and shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "Patriarch Ye, there's no need for that, right?" Although your Ye family has a big business and strong wealth, it can be said that you are a rich party. But Ye Feng's desire to marry my sect's daughter Yanru girl is pure wishful thinking. ”

"Infatuation...... Delusion? As soon as Ye Longtian, who was trembling with anger, opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood suddenly flowed out of his mouth, but Ye Longtian didn't wipe it at all, but pointed at Wang Mu and roared: "When Feng'er was just born, who prepared enough gifts to come to the door to make a marriage?" Who begged me to accept the gift money and get married? It is the head of your Hengyue faction, and it is the ungrateful Sima Chuan. ”

The roar with monstrous hatred shook the Ye family's mansion, and then it came out of the mansion, making the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were buying weapons and martial arts in the auction house in the front yard stunned and listened curiously.

"Humph! Patriarch Ye, you don't have to yell at me, you can't scare me. Let me tell you this, our Hengyue faction's daughter Miss Yanru is a phoenix body and jade body, although she is young, she is recognized as the proud daughter of the sky by the three thousand sects of Qingshui Kingdom, and her strength has been squeezed into the ranks of mid-stage chivalry, and her future lover must also be the dragon among people and a generation of young heroes in the martial arts. And what is your only son, Ye Feng? It's just a sick seedling who has survived to the age of fifteen and has been unconscious for half a year. Let me send Miss Yanru to marry him? You're dead to this heart. ”

Wang Mu's words were like steel needles, deeply piercing Ye Longtian's heart, causing Ye Longtian's body to shake violently and fall to the ground with a thud.

Perhaps it was the angry roar of the two that disturbed Ye Feng in the east wing, only to see Ye Feng's hands move slightly.

However, in the next second, if someone was in his room at this moment, he would definitely be half frightened to death by Ye Feng's next move, because Ye Feng suddenly raised his hands and choked his neck, even if his white cheeks were swollen and red, there was still no sign of letting go of his hands.

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to be strangled to death by himself, a colorful light suddenly emanated from under his chest.

What emitted the colorful light was not a side object, but a colorful stone that had been passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Ye family.

It is also strange to say, when the colorful light flashed, an illusory colorful stone appeared in the sky above Ye Feng's body.

This stone composed of seven colors only suspended in the air for three breaths, and then it actually rushed towards Ye Feng below, and disappeared into Ye Feng's body in an instant.

"This ...... Where is it? ”

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