Inside the palace of King Yan.

Raising his hand to close Yan Wang's slightly open eyes, Yan Chen had mixed feelings in his heart.

After all, I was still a step too late.

He turned to the crowd behind him.

"King Yan is dead, I have nothing to ask, let's go. ”

Bai Shan and the others nodded in response.

A group of five people walked outside the palace gate.

"Slow!"

The old man's voice sounded, and the old man with white hair slowly walked out of the dormitory.

There was a strong aura of transformation on his body.

A master of the gods hidden deep in the Ouchi!

The nerves of the three of Bai Shan instantly tensed.

"Everyone, don't go, the Emperor Taishang said before his death that the throne will be taken over by the fourteenth prince. ”

The old man pointed to Yan Chen on the opposite side.

"I? I don't want to be emperor. ”

Yan Chen rejected the old man's words.

"It's up to you. ”

Rumble!

A burst of aura coercion came, dispelling all the aura that enveloped Fang Xing's palace.

Two Avatar Realm monks emerged from the other dormitories.

Three Avatars!

Bai Shan sighed in his heart.

Yan Guo still has some background in the end.

The three veteran gods, even if Fang Xing and the two are strong, they can only have a tie with them.

When the time comes, if another Avatar monk comes out.

The situation will be reversed.

I shouldn't have been involved in this.

Bai Shan stood in front of Ning Fan and protected him.

If there is a conflict, fleeing is the best strategy.

Hakusan is analyzing the current situation.

The old man just now said to Fang Xing and the two of them.

"This matter involves the great plan of my Yan country, and I hope the two of you will not interfere. ”

When Fang Xing heard this, his face became a little solemn.

He did underestimate the strength of the Yan Kingdom's cultivation world.

In their opinion, the Yan Kingdom is just a small land.

For so many years, there have been almost no famous monks.

I thought that there would only be one or two god-transforming monks at most in this Yan Kingdom Palace.

Unexpectedly, three suddenly popped up now, and it seems that there are other god-transforming monks hidden in the palace.

Bai Shan and his group of five fell silent.

For a while, the scene was deadlocked.

At this moment, a rough voice came from outside the palace gate.

"Yan Chen can't be the emperor of Yan Kingdom, he is not the son of King Yan!"

Feng Yue passed through the guards and flew straight to the palace.

"What? Fengyue, don't talk nonsense. ”

When a god beside the old man heard this, he said angrily to the wind.

On the other side, Yanchen and Baishan were also very confused.

How did the plot development suddenly become a little bloody?

"What evidence do you have?"

The white-haired old man didn't have any mood swings, and Xiang Feng Yue asked.

"You can let Yan Chen hold the Xuanling Sword, your royal Xuanling Sword should only be driven by people of your royal bloodline, right?"

"This ...... I'm afraid it's not appropriate. ”

The Avatar Monk beside the old man was somewhat opposed to Qi Fengyue's proposal.

The Xuanling Sword is the ancestral spirit sword of the Yan royal family, which can only be touched by the emperors of previous dynasties.

It can be said that this sword is a symbol of the supreme power of the Yan Kingdom.

"Bring the sword out. ”

The white-haired old man responded to Feng Yue's proposal.

"Stay out of the way. ”

He said to Bai Shan and the others, and then walked straight into the dormitory with Yan Chen.

Outside the dormitory.

"Why are you two boys here?"

Seeing Bai Shan and Ning Fan standing here intact, Feng Yue was a little surprised.

The master's prophecy was indeed correct.

These two boys are really blessed with a great life.

"Uncle, didn't you want to take us as apprentices, why didn't you come to save us last time we were arrested?"

The white mountains teased the wind.

Last time, if I hadn't had a modifier by my side, I'm afraid I would really die on the top of the mountain.

"Well, last time there was something suddenly in the sect, and I couldn't pull it out. ”

Feng Yue made up the reason, and his tone was a little unreasonable.

Last time, he didn't save the two of Baishan, and now he is embarrassed to mention the matter of accepting apprentices again.

Seeing that Bai Shan still wanted to tease himself, Feng Yue hurriedly diverted the topic.

A few people began to talk about it one after another.

Time passed quickly, and less than half a stick of incense had passed.

Yan Chen walked out of the dormitory alone.

He walked up to the crowd and shook his head with a smile.

"Whew~"

Hakuyama breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Yan Chen is indeed not the son of King Yan.

It's a bit bloody, but it's not bad.

At the very least, unnecessary disputes have been avoided.

"That'...... Shall we go back?"

Bai Shan took the initiative to propose to everyone, but found that Yan Chen was probing left and right, as if looking for Feng Yue's figure.

"You don't have to look for it, that uncle is already gone. ”

Bai Shan's words made Yan Chen a little disappointed.

He originally wanted to ask Feng Yue about his background.

It seems that his background can only be found on his own.

Straighten out your spirits.

Bai Shan and his group of five walked out of the palace intact.

Immediately afterward, the group came to a clearing.

Finally, the time of separation has come.

"There will be a period later. ”

The three young men clasped their fists at each other.

Fang Xing on the side summoned a large mechanical white crane from the storage ring.

Fang Sheng and Yan Chen multiplied on it.

"Brother Yan, Ning Fan, come out and look for me at Fang's house in Zhongzhou in the future!"

Yanchen waved goodbye to the two.

Bai Shan and Ning Fan also raised their hands.

The two watched the figure of the white crane until the end of the sky.

Just after the three separated.

Feng Yue's figure walked out of the woods not far away.

"Master, what is the relationship between you and that Yanchen?"

Feng Yue still couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked the master.

"He's ...... My son. ”

A pleasant female voice sounded.

“！！！”

......

Early the next morning.

Deep and secluded in the middle of a bamboo forest.

Bai Shan woke up from his sleep and stretched hard.

From Zhao Pan's arrest to the present, he has hardly had a moment of peace.

Last night was the most fragrant night he'd slept in days.

Now, Fan Biao and the mysterious "uncle" will no longer provoke themselves.

The battle for the throne of Yan has also been completely concluded.

Bai Shan can finally calm down in this bamboo forest and polish his cultivation.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

But I happened to meet Ning Fan, who came back from collecting medicine.

"Big Brother Bai, you're awake. ”

Bai Shan nodded and asked Ning Fan.

"Xiaofan, why did you get up so early?"

"This is the rule that my master set for me, no matter what happened yesterday, the next day must be the same as usual. ”

Bai Shan nodded, and his curiosity about Master Ning Fan was even heavier.

"Brother Bai, I'll go to the town to sell medicine in a while, do you need me to bring you something?"

Ning Fan asked.

"Just bring a hare back, and we'll eat a roasted hare at noon." ”

Speaking of the hare, both of them burst out laughing.

It was roasted twice, and Ning Fan didn't eat it twice.

No matter what happens this time, Ning Fan will definitely be able to eat the hare!

The two finished talking.

Ning Fan returned to the house, and Bai Shan walked into the bamboo forest.

Birds chirp crisply, and bamboo shadows sway.

The fresh air in the forest in the early morning is refreshing.

"On a quiet day, there is still one Zhao Pan missing. ”

Feel the beauty of nature. Bai Shan let out a long sigh.

Facing the morning light, meditate cross-legged in the bamboo shadows.

He began his ascetic practice.

Goal: Refining the void!

A new journey is about to begin!