Listening to Yan San's words, Feng Tian was taken aback, she couldn't imagine that Yan San actually knew that he had the instant pill and antidote handed over to her by the two elders of the Snow Mist Clan, and she began to feel that Yan San was not just a Jianghu person.

Feng Tian narrowed his eyes, looked at Yan San, and then said lightly: "How could Yan San Ye know that Feng Tian had that instantaneous pill on his body?" Yan Sanye won't be as simple as just a Jianghu person, right? ”

Yan San smiled: "What does the Holy Maiden mean by this?" Could it be that the saint doubts Yan's identity? The reason why Yan came up with this idea for the saint was completely for the sake of the saint. ”

Feng Tian sighed softly: "There is only one way." ”

That night, Feng Tian confessed to Xiuyun according to Yan Sanchu's idea, handed over the antidote to the Instant Pill to Xiuyun for safekeeping, and then swallowed an Instant Pill himself. Not long after swallowing the pill, Feng Tian felt as if he was dead, and without careful inspection, it was difficult for others to see that Feng Tian was not actually dead.

Xiuyun gently probed Feng Tian's snort, and then pretended to be frightened, shouting as she ran out of the room.

"Oh no, no, our saint has died of poison."

Soon, Mo Hong and Yingxing came over with a few members of the Red Spider Society, and with them, there was also the Fairy Xu who knew how to heal.

Everyone gathered around Feng Tian's bed, looking at Feng Tian who was lying on the bed and had "died", and they had no idea for a while.

"Sister, what can I do? The Fengtian Holy Maiden died with us, if the Snow Mist Clan tracked it down, then ......" Yingxing looked at Mo Hong.

Although Yingxing wanted Feng Tian to die, she didn't want Feng Tian's death to bring any trouble to the Red Spider Society.

"Yingxing, don't worry, let me think about what to do." Mo Hong also frowned.

At this time, Yan San walked in and walked to Feng Tian's bedside, he looked at Feng Tian who closed his eyes tightly, and then said.

"Miss Mo Hong, Miss Yingxing, let me send the Fengtian Holy Maiden back to the Snow Mist Clan."

Mo Hong looked at Yan San in some surprise, and only asked after a long time.

"What does Yan Sanye mean by this? Why did you send the Fengtian Holy Maiden back? You're not afraid ......" Her eyes darkened, and she kept looking at Yan San.

"Miss Mo Hong, don't worry, I have some friendship with Elder Shen of the Snow Mist Clan, I will explain to him when the time comes, since the Fengtian Holy Maiden is poisoned in the Youtan Palace, then tell the truth." A gleam flashed in Yan San's eyes.

Yan San's words made Yingxing very satisfied, if he could use Feng Tian's death to get rid of Yu Ji, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing, and when the time comes, Nangong Jin will be his own.

Thinking of this, Yingxing looked at Mo Hong.

"Sister, I think Yan Sanye's idea is very good, it's better to rely on Yan Sanye and let Yan Sanye send Fengtian Holy Maiden back."

For a while, Mo Hong didn't have any other ideas, after thinking about it, she nodded and said a word to Yan San.

"Then there is the third master of Lao Yan. Please also ask Yan Sanye to send the body of the Fengtian Holy Maiden back to the Snow Misty Mountain. ”

In this way, Yan San found a few people, put Feng Tian into a coffin that had been manipulated and tampered with beforehand, and could only be transported out of the mansion, in order to make this thing not look fake, Xiuyun followed all the way, crying heartbreakingly.

Yingxing watched Feng Tian's coffin leave, and there was a burst of joy in her heart, thinking that Yu Ji was about to set her body on fire, her heart was even happier.

After Yan San successfully took Feng Tian out of the mansion where the Red Spider Society gathered, he was about to open the coffin to save Feng Tian when a man in white fell from the sky and stabbed him with a sword.

"Who dares to hurt people with a secret arrow?" Yan San looked at his stabbed arm and roared angrily.

The man in white slowly landed beside Yan San, looked at him coldly, and then said with a smile: "Yan Sanye, you didn't think you would have today, right?" There happens to be a coffin here, and later, my son will put you in there to avenge the tragic death of my brothers in the Dongshan clan. ”

Yan San seemed to recognize the other party, frowned, and said, "It's you!" You are the door of my Phantom Star Pavilion! ”

The man smiled faintly, tore off a mask from his face, and then looked at Yan San coldly.

"How could I be your Phantom Star Pavilion protégé? Do you take a good look at who I am? ”

Yan San froze and looked at the man, and in the next second, his expression froze. An indescribable expression appeared on his face.

"Jun, it's you!" Yan San slowly walked towards him.

"Don't call me that, you don't have that qualification, Yan San, you traitor!" Xiao Yi looked at him coldly.

Xiuyun was stunned by the scene in front of her, she walked over to Yan San and said a word to Yan San.

"Third Master Yan, what's going on? You, can you save our saint first and then discuss anything else. ”

Yan San turned his head to look at Xiuyun and nodded at her: "Miss Xiuyun, you wait, I'll go and save the saint girl out." ”

He turned around and was about to walk towards the coffin, when Xiao Yi chased after him again and stabbed him with his sword.

Yan San was defenseless for a while, and was hit by another sword in his back, blood gushed out, Yan San shook his body a few times and fell to the ground.

At this time, Xiuyun was furious, she walked towards Xiao Yi and kicked him hard.

"You're sick! If you have any grudges with him, won't you wait a minute? Now that Yan Sanye is dizzy, what should we saints do? Xiuyun roared angrily.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, looked at Xiuyun, and after half a salary, he said coldly.

"What does it matter to me about your Snow Mist Clan? If you don't destroy it, your Snow Mist Clan's son is already considered a blessing. ”

After saying this, Xiao Yi turned around and walked away, until his figure was out of sight, and a young man jumped down from the tree.

"Sister Xiuyun!" He shouted at Xiuyun.

Xiuyun turned his head to look at the young man, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Xin'er, why are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, rescue Sister Fengtian." Xin'er urged.

"Hmmm! Fast! ”

Xiuyun and Xin'er came to the coffin together, pried it open, and then lifted Feng Tian out of the coffin, and then Xiuyun took out the antidote and stuffed the antidote into Feng Tian's mouth.

After a long time, Feng Tian slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, Yan San's small job that Yan San had sent to Youtan Palace to report to Nangong Jin returned, and behind him, followed by Nangong Jin with a nervous expression.

Nangong Jin ran to Feng Tian, hugged Feng Tian into his arms, and then gently patted her back.

"God, why didn't you tell me when something like this happened? Tian'er, do you know that when Yan Sanye's people told me about you, I had a feeling that the sky was about to fall? ”

Feng Tian looked at Nangong Jin and smiled faintly: "Let Prince Jin bother, I'm fine." ”

At this time, Ling Xin'er looked at Yan San who was lying on the ground, he walked towards Yan San, stretched out his hand and gently probed his snort.

"He's not dead, save him." Xin'er shouted.

Feng Tian struggled to stand up, walked to Yan San's side, and squatted down.

"Third Master Yan, Third Master Yan ......" Feng Tian shouted softly.

Yan San slowly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Tian, and said softly.

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, please do me a favor."

"Third Master Yan, please speak!" Feng Tian looked at him.

"Holy Maiden, please, please tell Xiao, Xiaojun, let him, let him leave the Corpse Hu Continent, go, go to the outer land......" After saying this, Yan San slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Xin'er gently stroked Yan San's face, and suddenly he pulled up a film on Yan San's face, and he was instantly stunned.

"Isn't this Yan Sanye the one called Hanako?" Ling Xin'er frowned.

Feng Tian and Nangong Jin glanced at Yan San, and they were both taken aback.

"This Yan Sanye is actually like this?" Feng Tian sighed.

Nangong Jin was the most shocked, he pointed at Yan San, and said in disbelief.

"It's him, he's the former patriarch of the Dongshan clan, Hei Kun."

As soon as Nangong Jin's words came out, everyone was stunned, and after half a salary, Ling Xin'er took out a wooden whistle and blew it.

After a while, Xiao Yi returned, followed by his other disciple, Yan Lu.

"Xin'er, what's the matter?" Xiao Yi glanced at Ling Xin'er dissatisfied.

Ling Xin'er knelt down towards Xiao Yi, pointed at Yan San, who had lost his breath, and said.

"Master, he, he's not Yan San, he, he's your father."

Hearing Ling Xin'er's words, Xiao Yi was startled, calmed down for a while, he opened his heavy legs and walked towards Yan San, who was lying on the cold ground.

Hei Kun's middle-aged but still handsome face was in front of him, but his eyes were closed forever.

"Nope! Why is this happening! Xiao Yi knelt in front of Yan San and let out a heart-rending sound. At this moment, there was a sound of a search nearby.