The sea of fire was menacing and domineering, but everyone was not harmed in the slightest.

This is because a man stood up and stood in front of the crowd to block all the flames in the sky.

His name is Li Jin.

He was a swordsman, a man, and a father.

He is not good-looking, he is just the appearance of ordinary people.

He doesn't smile, he usually looks a little dull, and there is nothing interesting about it.

He is a monk, but his realm is not high, not to mention Tang Yu and Wei Cheng, even Zhongli can stabilize him.

He's a little ordinary.

But it's extraordinary.

Li Jin's face was no longer visible in the raging blue flames, and his right hand holding the iron knife had turned into charcoal.

The circle of sword qi that surrounded everyone never dissipated.

Li Qingfeng trembled his lips and opened his mouth to find that he couldn't say a word.

Li Mingyue passed out directly.

Ye Fan's eyes were red, leaving a tear, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

A moment later.

The flames slowly dissipated, and the ground was scorched by the high temperature, and bursts of black smoke were emitted, revealing a charred black Li Jin who could vaguely be seen as a human form from the smoke.

He slowly fell to the ground.

"Bump. ”

There was a soft thud.

It represents self-sacrifice.

Li Qingfeng staggered to Li Jin's side and knelt down.

He said in a trembling voice, "Daddy....."

He had no more strength to speak.

Unknowingly, tears flowed all over his face.

Wei Cheng looked up suddenly, and found that the first-class section had disappeared without a trace.

"Fuck, I was run away by this shit!"

The little snake galloped from the sky with Tang Yu, whose face was pale.

Seeing this situation, how could one person and one Jiao not know what was happening, they were all silent and sad.

There were a few dark clouds gathering in the sky, and a little snow began to fall in a short time.

God also responded to the scene.

Ye Fan didn't know why things had turned out like this.

The husband is innocent and guilty, is there really such a bullshit in the world?!

Ye Fan closed his eyes tightly and let the tears flow out.

He said slowly, "Wei Cheng, what's his name?"

Wei Cheng knew who this 'he' the young man was talking about, so he couldn't help but sigh and said softly: "The third prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, named Ji Yun. ”

Ye Fan clenched his fists, opened his eyes, walked to Li Jin's side, and then slowly knelt down.

He let out a long breath, stretched out his right fist and put it on his chest, and said slowly in a trembling voice: "Uncle Li, I, Ye Fan, hereby swear, if I don't cut off the heads of Duan Yiyi and Ji Yun to comfort you in the spirit of heaven, I, Ye Fan, am willing to suffer the catastrophe of the five thunders, and the land of no return." ”

He slammed his head down.

The face is expressionless.

But it contains a raging anger that wants to burn the heavens and the earth.

The fluttering words fell on the ears of the group, and they all shivered for some reason.

It seems that after Ye Fan said this, even if Ji Yun cultivated to the sky, he was destined to die.

Chen Qiaoqian squatted on the ground, hugged the little girl who had passed out tightly in her arms, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Ye Fan gradually got up, bowed his body to help Li Qingfeng, and said slowly: "Let Uncle Li, go into the soil for peace....".

Li Qingfeng's mood gradually eased a lot, and he sobbed and said: "I want to bury my father at home, my father has been adrift for so many years, he should want to sleep at home..."

Ye Fan nodded lightly and said, "Okay." I'll be with you. ”

Tang Yu slowly straightened up and said to the two, "When I rest for half a day, I can take you back with Edgeworth." ”

Li Qingfeng just took off his clothes, covered them on the blackened Li Jin, and muttered, "Dad, we'll be going home soon, ..... right away"

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Duan Yiyi didn't know what kind of secret method was used, and within half an hour, he came to the Great Yan Capital City, and fell heavily in the small courtyard of Ji Yun's mansion with a cloud of black smoke.

The servants and maidservants who were working outside were frightened when they saw this, and they kept shouting.

Ji Yun was silently reading an ancient book in the study, frowned slightly when he heard it, and was slightly disliked, and the maid who was waiting on the side asked softly when he saw this: "Your Highness, do you want me to go out and help you take a look?"

Ji Yun waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to. Then he got up, put on his coat, pushed the door and went out of the house.

When a servant saw the prince walking out of the door, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, just now a person fell from the sky into the courtyard at once, and there was no movement for a long time, and I don't know whether it is life or death, what can you do?"

Ji Yun frowned tightly, took more than a dozen steps forward, and walked in front of the man.

When he saw Duan Yi's first-class face clearly, he couldn't help but change his face slightly, and then quietly instructed the servant: "Move him to the guest room, keep his hands and feet steady, and don't let people die." ”

The servants next to him hurriedly responded, and hurriedly stepped forward to move this strange man covered in black smoke.

Ji Yun turned around and said slowly: "Keep my mouth in order, don't spread today's events." If the news leaks out, you know the consequences. ”

All the people in the courtyard hurried down.

Ji Yun slowly walked to the guest room, and several strong male servants did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly moved people in.

The third prince stood beside the bed, there was no one in the room, he looked at Duan Yiyi, whose face was full of burnt black, and said softly: "Don't pretend to be dead, I know you can hear it." ”

Duan Yiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and he was no longer hiding anything.

Ji Yun said: "Missed?"

Duan Yiyi nodded and did not speak.

Ji Yun didn't have any change in expression, and said again: "Your situation." ”

Duan Yiyi opened his mouth with difficulty, and said with some vagueness: "Ji Cheng is dead, my natal flying sword is broken, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and the meridians are greatly damaged, so I will have to cultivate for at least ten years." ”

Ji Yun nodded slightly and asked, "Their situation?"

Duan Yiyi thought slightly, and replied in a hoarse voice: "A wounded sword cultivator who doesn't know the depths but is at least the eighth realm, Jiulongling Tang Yu, a seven-realm dragon, a six-realm sword cultivator, two third-realm, and more than ten ordinary people. ”

After a pause, he continued: "A Five Realm Sword Cultivator, dead. ”

Ji Yun put his hands behind his back and slowly walked outside the house: "What you help me do, I will raise you." Stay here with peace of mind, and leave when you are healed. ”

The dialogue between the two big names is extremely concise.

But it's also extremely effective.

Duan Yi closed his eyes and began to recuperate directly.

Ji Yun didn't look back, he didn't even say a kind word of condolence, and walked out of the house directly.

Duan Yiyi disagreed.

Why did he dare to stand in line so resolutely?

This third prince is extremely outstanding in both his heart and means, and he is even more rare in his life compared to his peers.

can do things for him, which can be regarded as a bit of a willingness.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was about to die of illness, had a total of five sons, and in Duan Yiyi's heart, he threw out the fifth prince who was only ten years old, and the remaining few together could not even compare to one of Ji Yun's toes.

Good birds choose trees to rest, and they must have a vision when looking for their masters.

My first-class vision is quite good.

It's just a pity that my Jiuling is cold.

......

......

Ji Yun sat in the study, pensive, silently thinking.

For this failure, he did not have any regrets, disappointments, anger and other emotions.

It's just that I'm very dissatisfied with my decision-making.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, and he actually committed a big taboo.

The combat power condensed around the young man could not be underestimated, and it was no longer realistic to snatch it by such a strong means.

It doesn't work to buy the ghosts inside.

Poisoning, framing, temptation, and even the beauty Ji Jiyun thought about it seriously several times.

But he denied them one by one.

Ji Yun stood up, paced lightly in the room, and slowly turned the luxurious ring on his index finger, left and right.

It's his habitual action when thinking about things.

Suddenly, Ji Yun's frowning brows slowly unfolded, and then he exhaled lightly.

According to the young man's temperament, he will definitely come to him for revenge.

On your own turf, dealing with a hot-blooded teenager who is occupied by hatred is no different from twisting an ant to death.

Ji Yun was in an inexplicably good mood, and then shouted softly: "Qing'er." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a Miaoman woman wearing only a shroud walk out of the study bedroom, her chest was turbulent, her face was full of tenderness, and she shouted in a crisp voice: "Your Highness...."

Ji Yun took off his robe, stepped forward and hugged the woman tightly in his arms, causing her to gasp again and again, and her voice was even softer.

The two hugged each other and walked to the bedside, and then the curtain of the door was lowered, blocking the spring light in the room.

......

......

Zhao Yongchang closed his mouth tightly and sat motionless on the sea of clouds, just staring around with wide eyes and watching curiously.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that the immortal doesn't know what to do, he just points to himself, and he can't move, he can't even speak.

I said immortal, since you annoy me, you send me back, do you have to take me as an apprentice?

But these words, Zhao Yongchang can only think about them in his heart now.

This immortal, who looked unsmiling and even a little cold, had just stood in front of him for a long time.

Zhao Yongchang slandered: "Does this immortal have that autism? I know that I am immersed in my own small world, and I still think how cold and handsome I am, but in fact, isn't it just like that." ”

The man turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Yongchang.

Zhao Yongchang was scared half to death, his heart suddenly beat for a long time, extremely unbelievable, this immortal even knew what he was thinking?!

Suddenly, the clouds dispersed, and the man standing in the clouds gently spit out two words: "It's here." ”

Zhao Yongchang's heart began to beat suddenly, but this time because of another thing.

I saw that there are five big mountains in front of Zhao Yongchang, all of them are towering into the clouds, in the middle of the tallest mountain, it is engraved with the word "Yingju" with a small seal, there are cranes flying outside, there are white deer playing in the mountains, the clouds and mist are swirling, the purple glow is presented in the sky, the clear stream flows around the mountain road, and the dingdong sounds.

The young disciple dressed in white was silently practicing his magic at the foot of the mountain, and occasionally the sound of deer and crane chirping was heard in his ears.

Zhao Yongchang's eyes widened, and his mind was full of buzzing.

This is Yinghu Mountain.

This is a goddamn fairyland!

Lao Tzu is developed!!