Looking at the child, the bearded man seemed to see the shadow of Song Wenmao, who he had forced to death with his own hands.

"Yes, it's my father's sworn brother, and it's also your own grandfather!" the bearded man roared, "He killed my father for a martial art!"

"No way, even if my grandfather is crazy about martial arts, he will never kill someone because of a martial art. The little boy shook his head.

"What do you know, it's a precious earth-level martial art, anyone who sees it can't help but be moved. The bearded man scoffed.

"Is your father's name Zhang Mingfeng?" the little boy asked out loud instead of following the bearded man's words.

"In terms of seniority, you should call him Grandpa. The bearded man sneered, though he didn't know why the little boy knew his father's name.

"One day I was secretly playing in my grandfather's study, and suddenly my father and grandfather came in, and I hid for fear of being scolded. The little boy had a look of remembrance in his eyes.

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"What should I do, father, the family that was killed by the crazy Uncle Mingfeng in the secret realm has already threatened to cut down the Zhang family from top to bottom. At the desk, Song Wenmao said worriedly.

"Ming Feng is dead, I must not let his juniors suffer from the catastrophe of destruction. Song Qinglin sat on the chair and said in a deep voice.

"Father, what happened in the secret realm at that time?" Song Wenmao couldn't help but ask.

"Alas, at that time, Ming Feng and I were attacked by a huge unknown creature, Ming Feng was accidentally bitten by that thing, and then he went berserk, killing a lot of families who also came in to hunt for treasures. Song Qinglin sighed and said.

"Fortunately, Ming Feng forcibly suppressed the poison in his body with spiritual power at the last moment, and his mind retained a trace of clarity, he grabbed my hand tightly and begged me to kill him, he said that he didn't want to become a monster like that monster. ”

"I couldn't bear to see him being controlled by the monster anymore, so I had to let him walk more comfortably. Song Qinglin's expression was a little painful.

Killing his sworn brother with his own hands, this kind of pain, only he knows.

"Father, don't be too sad, Uncle Mingfeng is famous, if he becomes a monster, it will be an insult to him. Song Wenmao comforted.

"Does the taboo know about this?" Song Wenmao asked out loud as if he remembered something.

"Don't let him know about this, Ming Feng has always been a hero in his eyes, but this time it was because he was controlled by that monster and killed so many people, I don't want to destroy Ming Feng's image in his heart. Song Qinglin was silent for a while and said.

"But those people have already released their words, and they want the Zhang family to pay for their blood debts. Song Wenmao said worriedly.

"These people just want that local-level martial art in my hands. Song Qinglin snorted coldly.

"Since they want to give it to them, but there must be a condition, that is, no one can trouble the Zhang family anymore, and they must not let the people of the Zhang family know what happened that day, so they will declare to the public that Ming Feng was killed by that monster. ”

"Wen Mao, I'll leave this matter to you, and be sure not to leak a trace of rumors. Song Qinglin rubbed his eyebrows a little tiredly, and commanded Song Wenmao.

"From today onwards, Ji Yan is your own brother, a member of our Song family. ”

"Father, I've always regarded jealousy as my own brother, and I've long regarded him as my own family. Song Wenmao said with a smile.

"I hope you and Ji Yan can be brothers for life, don't be like me and Mingfeng. Song Qinglin nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I and Jiyan have been friends since childhood. Song Wenmao patted his chest and said confidently.

An old man and a young man in the study looked at each other and smiled.

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Listening to Zhang Xiaofeng's narration, the bearded man standing in front of the young monk couldn't help but tremble.

"Impossible, impossible, this impossible!" Zhang Jiyan repeated these words indistinctly, as if he was stunned.

"You must be lying to me, this is absolutely impossible!" Zhang Jiyan suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the breath on his body suddenly became extremely agitated.

"Bang!"

The young monk was instantly shocked by the aura of the riot and flew out.

"How can a hero like my father be controlled by a monster?!" Zhang Jiyan's eyes were red, his beard was flamboyant, and his face was full of anger.

"Little brute, you dare to wronged my father and look for death!" Zhang Jiyan held a long knife, and his huge body rushed towards Song Xiaofeng's direction.

"Ahh

Song Xiaofeng's face was also pale, and he violently pushed his sister out beside him.

"Brother!" Song Xiaodie exclaimed.

When Song Xiaofeng turned around, the long knife had already appeared above his head, and it only took a moment to fall on his head.

But after all, he is also a famous family, so naturally he will not just sit still, and he has already made plans.

He jerked his head up, his eyes turning pitch black again, and a milky white light emanated from his head and hit the taboo.

At this time, the young monk who was shocked by Zhang Jiyan flew out, seeing that the former was about to be slashed with a knife, he hurriedly sent out a spiritual light, expecting to be able to block the knife.

Coincidentally, the young monk's spiritual power light arrived almost at the same time as Song Xiaofeng's soul power.

Song Xiaofeng only felt that his soul power had crashed into a mass of energy, and in the dark, he seemed to have a sense in his heart, and he unconsciously controlled his soul power to integrate into the trajectory of that energy.

"Huh?"

Yun Fan, who had been standing aside, couldn't help but freeze his eyes, staring at the energy light cluster in front of the little boy and the bearded man, as if time had stood still at this moment.

A fallen leaf stays in mid-air, but Song Xiaodie's face is still anxious, and tears stay on her cheeks without sliding.

The young monk was lying under the tree, his sackcloth stained with blood, his left hand stretched out forward, and his face was also nervous.

Zhang Jiyan's long knife was frozen in mid-air, his face was full of fierceness, and Song Xiaofeng's eyes were dark, and his expression was confused.

Only the strange energy light in front of them was constantly spinning.

Yun Fan stepped forward slowly, and without hesitation, he probed his palm into the energy light cluster, and a trace of realization flashed in his eyes.

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"Bang!"

The energy light cluster formed by the fusion of the young monk's spiritual power and Song Xiaofeng's soul power exploded violently, instantly shaking Zhang Jiyan's mountain-like body away.

"Poof!"

Zhang Jiyan spurted a mouthful of blood, and a blood-colored parabola floated out in midair.

"Boom!"

Zhang Jiyan's figure fell heavily to the ground, splashing a lot of fallen leaves and muddy water, and the sharp long knife was inserted straight to the side, the blade shook lightly, flashing with a faint cold glow.