The Ye family has delayed this son for several days, you know, this son's time is very precious, there are millions of spirit stones in the blink of an eye, I don't know if the Ye family master can compensate? Ye Ling hooked his lips, revealing a vague smile, and the chill and murderous aura exuded from his body made everyone's hearts tremble.

A disciple of the Ye family's great elder lineage, who had always been arrogant and domineering, spoke in an extremely angry tone, and before the Ye family master could speak, he shouted first: "What are you?" But an alchemist, the Ye family invited you to come to Fengyun Dan because they can afford you, you are good, if you don't hand over the refining pill to the Ye family, you still have to go to the ancient Danfang? Pipe dream! It's a beautiful idea! ”

From this disciple's point of view, the alchemist has always been very weak, so he said that this is in the Ye family, what can he do!

"Ben Gongzi speaks, when will it be your turn to speak out? I don't know what to say. The red-clothed boy appeared in front of the little disciple in an instant, and before the little disciple was shocked and frightened, his jaw was directly removed by Ye Ling's click, and the sharp pain hit him in an instant, and before he could scream, the bones in his whole body were directly crushed! For a while, the sound of bones clattering and shattering kept sounding!!

"Ah——!!h

The little disciple screamed hoarsely and exertedly, and the pain of breaking bones and bones happened to him alive, and he was tortured!!

The surrounding crowd was stunned, they only saw that the little disciple could not survive in an instant!

Hearing the sound of bones shattering, their cold hairs stood up, and they only felt that it was too terrible, obviously there was no fight, and there was no blood, but their hearts were cold in an instant, the rumors were true, the night elder of the ink pavilion was really ruthless during the conversation!

Ye Ling's slender fingers moved lightly again, and threw out the humanoid object in his hand, and he couldn't die anymore.

Ye family elder......

In this hunt, let's use the blood of this little disciple as a start......

The days that followed......

You have to hold on.

"Elder Night, the Ancient Danfang is here." Ye Xiu's face was already ugly, and it couldn't be ugly anymore, but the Ye family had no chance of winning against Shangmo Pavilion!

Ye Xiu's gray hair seemed to be a little older, and with a flick of his sleeves, the moon-white jade slip fell into Ye Ling's hands in the air.

"Since the things that my son wants have arrived, my son will not play with you, if there is such an interesting thing next time, my son is still happy to take this trip." The man in red squinted slightly at the demonic peach blossom eyes, his face was lazy, his black jade-like hair fluttered lightly in the wind, and the corners of his lips brought a smile of affection, as if he was born to be a person of thin affection.

When the words fell, the extremely dazzling man in red took the three Jindan masters into streamers and left! The end is arrogant! No one dares to intercept it!

This Ye family's turmoil spread throughout the continent in just a few days! This time it's not just the gossip of the Night Boy and His Royal Highness the Night King, but also the Dan Dao strength and ruthless methods of the Night Prince!! What shocked the entire continent even more was that Elder Night was probably the only seventh-level elixir master in the Star Continent!!

All kinds of news are like a hurricane! Scraping the streets and alleys of the entire continent, all forces are almost in madness! Began to visit the ink pavilion in an endless stream, striving to reach a cooperation with the Night Elder!

At this time, after Ye Ling left the Ye family's hall, he sent the three old men away, summoned them again in the future, and returned to the Ye family's backyard, Jingyuan.

After watching an exciting Fengyun Dan Fight, Mu Chen and Qian Yan also chose to return to Jingyuan, it was time for them to return to the Yunxiao Sword Sect, but Senior Sister Ye ...... It's better not to go back.

"Senior Sister Ye hasn't come out of the retreat yet?" Qian Yan's eyes were a little dim, leaning against the door, and his speech was no longer as relaxed and happy as before.

"No matter when Senior Sister Ye comes out, remember not to say that you have leaked your mouth, the result that Senior Brother doesn't want to see, we ...... Don't take the initiative to mention it, since Senior Brother said retreat, it is retreat. Muchen's white clothes were elegant, and his tone was light, but there was an indescribable heaviness.

If the price of liking someone is so heavy......

Still have to hold on...... Turn the world upside down for one person, try the art for one person, and challenge the law of the clouds for one person! Imprisoned at the bottom of the ice cliff for a hundred years, you can't take a single step! Senior brother is the most polite son of the entire Xianmen family! It should have been cold and outstanding! Should have stood at the top! Some hearts are really hard to collect......

The senior brother doesn't remember, but they remember, along the way, the senior brother has maintained the little junior sister everywhere, cooked for the little junior sister, and always silently protected the little junior sister, and has always been the son of a white-clothed family who looks up to the mountains, and the iceberg fairy of the Yunxiao Immortal Gate has finally given her all her preferences for one person, everything has a response, and everything has a fall, so far, what the senior brother thinks about is not that he has been imprisoned for a hundred years, but that he can't let Senior Sister Ye know.

But it's like he heard a sentence that he didn't know where to hear, if you don't like me, I will like you.

It's more that you like me and I ...... I've never liked you, but I've even liked you...... None of them......

The next day, the dawn scattered like water waves, and the soft white light dispelled the darkness of the night.

The sky will always be bright, even if there is no sun one day...... It's going to be bright, too.

"Squeak-"

The door of the Jingyuan Pavilion slowly opened, as if it were a world away.

Ye Ling, who was dressed in white clothes and blue waist seal, walked out slowly, her face was clear and ethereal, slightly pale, and the white clothes of the Cloud Immortal Sect were worn on her, like light smoke and mist, like real and illusory, but she was not an earthly person.

Ye Ling raised his eyes, his eyes were faint, his temperament was cold and breathtaking, he looked at Mu Chen and Qian Yan, and his tone was extremely light: "Two senior brothers, this is going back to the Yunxiao Sword Sect?" ”

Mu Chen bowed his head indifferently, and replied with the same shallowness: "Senior Sister Ye, we will leave to return to the Yunxiao Sword Sect immediately, Senior Brother will return to the sect first, and we have already closed the death pass, we can't lag too far behind, right?" Speaking of this, Mu Chen hooked his lips slightly: "Senior Sister Ye retreated before, and I will tell you in the future with your Senior Brother Qian Yan, Elder Wuyafeng has passed on the voice, and Senior Sister Ye missed the Fengyun Dan Ring this time, it is a pity, so I let Senior Sister Ye stay in the Ye family to observe and study for the time being, and there is no need to return to the clouds for the time being." ”

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, senior brother will also be closed?

That's it, if she doesn't go back, she won't go back for the time being, she just has something to deal with.

Ye Ling stretched out his hand, a jade bottle stood in the palm of his hand, raised his hand, and fell into Mu Chen's arms.

"Senior Sister Ye?"

"Senior brother give this thing to my master, and he will understand." The white skirt fluttered in the wind, Ye Ling's ethereal eyes were silent, the cold outline revealed a stream of dust, and the slightly raised face was exquisite and clear.

Inside the jade bottle is the antidote pill refined from the ancient pill recipe she cracked, and there is a wisp of divine thought attached to it, and she will explain the ins and outs of the future one by one.

"In this case, we will return first, Senior Sister Ye take care." When the words fell, the two turned into two streamers, and their toes stepped into the air with the help of their toes, and gradually drifted apart......

At the last moment of leaving, Qian Yan seemed to want to say something, but he never said anything.

The ice cliff of the Cloud Sword Sect flies all year round.

Extreme cold. Extremely cold.

Dripping water into ice, ice and snow, cold wind, bone-chilling cold!

It is a cold that is difficult for monks to resist, and it erodes the spiritual power of monks all the time, causing the trapped people to use their spiritual energy to resist all the time, and wear down the monk's will......

At the bottom of the ice cliff, in an ice room, a white-clothed fairy sits on the ice platform.

It is a cold man who is difficult to describe, his facial features are delicate like a gift from God, but it makes people feel so perfect that they can't see it really, like looking at Qionghua in the clouds, fishing for the bright moon in the blue water, the jade skin is flowing with water, under the bright light and shadow, a pair of eyes are like dewdrops spit out from the ice lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, with the three thousand red dust, pouring out the coldness and transparency of the prosperous years. A snow-white waist-length hair, like snowflakes left over the nine heavens, fine and dense, the slightest strand is extremely quiet and cold. He was wearing a moon-white white robe, which was obviously simple to the extreme, but somehow, it made people feel that the clothes were like a splendid and elegant golden lotus, and the vines flowed and scattered the prosperity of the place.

It is the Yunxiao Sword Sect - Zhao Zilan.

The white-clothed fairy who was originally standing on the high mountain turned gray at some point............ Shocking!

And the ice room between square inches, with one stroke at a time, is engraved with a person's name, extremely pious and serious.

Ye Ling.

Ye Ling.

Ye Ling.

Ye Ling.

……

Writing and writing, Zhao Zilan stopped his hand, his fingers were so white that they were almost transparent, his eyes were quiet and seemed to be caught in a memory, he smiled, and whispered: "Little junior sister, a hundred years is too long......"