Ruan Fenglin took Han Qi'er to the beach for a walk, and met Wen Feng painting to catch tearful conches by the rocks by the seaside. Just as he was about to catch it, he was snatched by Ruan Fenglin.

"Let me ask you again, did you put the antidote to the poison of shallow tears under my pillow eleven years ago?" Ruan Fenglin held the tear conch in his hand, and his palm had begun to clench slowly, as if he wanted to destroy this precious tear snail.

"What if I don't tell you?" Wen Huafeng smiled coldly.

"Then I'll crush this tear snail and turn it into seawater. Ruan Fenglin held the tearful conch in his hand, and saw a serious look on his serious face.

"Then let's make a barter, I'll tell you about that incident eleven years ago, and you're going to give me the tearful conch. Wen Huafeng looked at the tearful conch held in Ruan Fenglin's hand and said.

"Okay, I just want to know about that incident eleven years ago, and I want to know why. Ruan Fenglin's face was faintly sad.

"Eleven years ago, if you want to blame yourself, blame yourself for being too good, if you are allowed to enter the sect of the medicine spirit master, can I still keep the position of a senior brother?" Wen Huafeng said coldly, his face was expressionless, only the cool sea breeze blowing on his face.

Ruan Fenglin stood silently in place after hearing the words of the painting style, with a trace of anger on his serious cheeks, clenched his fists, and the tearful conch shattered in Ruan Fenglin's palm, turning into seawater, flowing out of his fingers.

"Jing Mo, you don't talk about credit. Wen Huafeng pointed at Ruan Fenglin and said.

"Don't think I'm still the same person I was eleven years ago, whether you tell me or not, I'm going to crush this tearful snail eventually. Ruan Fenglin raised his head and laughed a few times, raised his hand, and a spiritual light fell into his palm, transforming into a sword.

Wen Huafeng also held his sword in his hand, and the two began to fight, Ruan Fenglin drew an aura from the sword, and the sharp sword collided with a shining aura in the sea breeze.

Ruan Fenglin rolled up a wisp of sea water with the sword in his hand, and the sea water surged along Ruan Fenglin's sword light towards Wen Huafeng, who was knocked to the ground by Ruan Fenglin.

Wen Huafeng got up, clenched the hilt of the sword again, and stabbed towards Ruan Fenglin, the sword in Ruan Fenglin's hand became soft, and wrapped the sword that Wen Huafeng stabbed over, like a vine, Ruan Fenglin used his spiritual power to pull the sword in Wen Huafeng's hand.

Ruan Fenglin saw that the sword in Wen Huafeng's hand had been pulled by himself, so he threw down the two swords in his hand, and fought with Wen Huafeng again empty-handed.

A spiritual light was drawn out of Ruan Fenglin's hand, Wen Huafeng raised his hand to resist the spiritual light that Ruan Fenglin crossed over, Ruan Fenglin's palm pushed towards Wen Huafeng's side, pushed Wen Huafeng back and moved several meters away, Ruan Fenglin flew over, knocked Wen Huafeng down on the sand and gravel by the sea with one palm, and a mouthful of bright red blood spit out from Wen Huafeng's mouth.

Ruan Fenglin spread out his palm, a spiritual light fell, and a sword was already in Ruan Fenglin's hand, Ruan Fenglin pointed at Wen Huafeng who fell on the seashore with a sword, and looked at Wen Huafeng with cold eyes.

"Kill if you want, don't look at me like that. Wen Huafeng said indifferently.

"It's not time to kill you yet. Ruan Fenglin withdrew his sword and glanced at the painting style.

"If it weren't for my master's healing and depletion of spiritual power, you would have wanted to beat me too?" Wen Huafeng looked at Ruan Fenglin.

"Even if your spiritual power is not depleted, I can still beat you. Ruan Fenglin said arrogantly, turned around expressionlessly, walked over to Han Qi'er, took Han Qi'er's small hand and walked towards the Phantom Master Hall.

After hearing the painting wind, he looked at the back of Ruan Fenglin and Han Qi'er leaving, and smiled silently in his heart, thinking that he hadn't seen this Ruan Fenglin for eleven years, and Ruan Fenglin's spiritual power had become much stronger than before.

Wen Huafeng's current situation is not suitable for fighting with Ruan Fenglin, helping Li Yinghao heal his injuries consumed too much spiritual power, and now he wants to find the Tear Conch to help Li Yinghao heal his injuries, he has just captured the Tear Conch, but he was destroyed by this Ruan Fenglin.

"Ruan Jingmo, you wait for me, I will settle this account with you one day. Wen Huafeng said to himself as he walked towards the rock where the tear snail had appeared just now, trying to see if there was a second tear snail on this rock.

After waiting for a long time, the rock was empty, and there was nothing on it. The cold sea breeze blew on Wen Huafeng's body, and Wen Huafeng was so angry that he kicked the sand and stones on the seashore.

Wen Huafeng walked towards other rocks on the seashore again, looking for this rare tear snail, but there was no trace of the tear snail, Wen Huafeng looked at the sky It was not early, and he returned to the Medicine Spirit Master Palace.

"Have you found the tearful conch?, how do you see that you are downcast?" said Lingkong Sui, looking at Wen Huafeng, who had just walked back.

"I found one, but I let it run away and turn it into seawater. Wen Huafeng had some anger on his face, remembering that Ruan Fenglin was making trouble on the beach.

"Didn't I tell you? When catching the tear snail, you must be gentle and not reckless. Lingkong Sui frowned and said, thinking that it was too heavy to catch the tearful conch when he heard the painting wind, so it became seawater.

"It was Ruan Jingmo who came to the beach to make trouble, so I didn't get the tear conch. When he heard the painting wind, he was very angry when he thought of Ruan Fenglin.

"Are you saying that Ruan Jingmo has already come to Yunzhongming, the one who was expelled from the Medicine Spirit Master Hall by your master eleven years ago?" Lingkong Sui asked as he looked at Wen Huafeng in surprise.

"Yes, even Han Sumu came, as well as their son, a family of three came to Yunzhongming. Wen Huafeng thought of the little boy who looked about ten years old next to Ruan Fenglin on the seaside, and guessed that it should be the son of Han Sumu and Ruan Jingmo.

"When did you come to Yunzhongming?" asked Lingkong Sui.

"It's been a while, Han Sumu's family of three, with the people of the Le Ling Master Hall and the Phantom Spirit Master Palace. Wen Huafeng told Lingkong Sui about Feng Lingzhuo and Xia Gongzi that he had seen before.

Lingkong Sui didn't believe it after hearing this, if it weren't for Li Yinghao's injury this time, he was injured by Xia Gongzi of the Phantom Master Palace, Lingkong Sui wouldn't believe that this Phantom Master in the clouds still exists.

"It's not too early, we're going to use the healing technique to heal your master's wounds now. Lingkong Sui said, and went to Li Yinghao's room.

Li Yinghao was very ugly because of the cold qi of Xia Gongzi's heart arrow, his whole face was very ugly, there was no blood, his whole face looked pale, and his lips were dry and colorless.

Lingkong Sui and Wen Huafeng stood behind Li Yinghao, raised their hands, and the red spiritual light scattered on Li Yinghao's body, and used healing techniques to stabilize Li Yinghao's condition first.

At this time, Ruan Fenglin had already returned to the Phantom Master Hall with Han Qi'er, but when he saw Han Sumu, he didn't say a word, and his face was filled with a faint anger.

"Jing Mo, what's wrong with you?" Han Sumu gently cared.

Ruan Fenglin sat down at the table without saying a word, poured a glass of water and drank a few sips, and sighed softly.

Han Sumu saw that Ruan Fenglin didn't seem to have something on his mind, so he didn't ask anymore, after Han Sumu and Han Qi'er walked out of the room, Han Sumu took Han Qi'er to a corner.

"Qi'er, where have you all been today?" Han Sumu asked curiously.

"Mother, my father only took me to the beach to play. Han Qi'er stared at Han Sumu with big eyes.

"Then what happened to you?" Han Sumu saw Ruan Fenglin's face and guessed what might have happened to Ruan Fenglin.

"Daddy won't let me say it. Han Qi'er looked at Han Sumu and said.

"Qi'er, tell my mother, my mother will keep it secret. Han Sumu looked at Han Qi'er, and after a long time, Han Qi'er said it after a long time.

"Dad got into a fight with a man dressed in white today. Han Qi'er said.

"What does that man look like, or what is his name, and why did you fight?" Han Sumu asked anxiously.

"I heard my dad say it was because of that incident eleven years ago. Han Qi'er continued.

"Did you say something about it?" Han Sumu looked at Han Qi'er.

"It was as if some antidote was put under the pillow, and then the fight began. Han Qi'er said.

"Eleven years, antidote? Under the pillow, the man in white clothes is the senior brother. Han Sumu guessed, but he couldn't be sure if it was the wind of the painting.

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