Zhou Hongtian, the ink hall master, and the others all heard this voice, and their pupils shrank, and they all changed color.

Qian Chen staggered to his feet, clutching his injured chest, and also looked up in one direction, and then his eyes lit up, "It's my father-in-law!"

"Zhou Hongtian, you are too presumptuous!" In the distant sky, a figure appeared, and the figure arrived in front of Elder Zhou as soon as he took a step, "Are you dead in this seat?"

The middle-aged figure that appeared was the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect - Zong Moran.

The cold shouts resounded throughout the Divine Sword Sect.

There was an invisible coercion in this shout, and all the disciples in the square felt trembling when they heard this high-pitched angry shout.

The other elders on the chief also stood up with respectful expressions.

"Take the young sect master to heal first. The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Qian Chen, and then instructed Mo Lao on the side.

"Yes. Mo Lao leaned over and answered, and immediately helped the young man who was thinking like a tide in his heart to leave.

"That's the end of Dzongbi today, let's all disperse!. Looking at the departing Qianchen, Zong Mo said to everyone with a cloudy and sunny face.

Under the glance of his majestic eyes, everyone withdrew from the square without daring to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, only Zong Moran and Zhou Hongtian were left in the square.

At this time, Zhou Hongtian's face was as black as ink, his face twitched because of sadness, and there were cloudy tears flowing out of his eyes.

"Don't put away the flying sword yet. Staring at the white-haired old man with bloodshot eyes, Zong said indifferently.

Zhou Hongtian's lips trembled, looking at Zong Indifference in front of him.

He knew the temper of the middle-aged man in front of him, he couldn't be hard, he couldn't beat it, and only with soft talent could he hope that Qianchen would be punished as he deserved.

Gritting his teeth and putting away the silver flying sword, Zhou Hongtian looked up at the sect master in front of him, his eyes slowly reddened, and there were tears rolling in his old eyes, pointing to Zhou Yan's body not far away, choked, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Sect Master, you have to be the master for me, a bad old man......"

Zong Moran originally wanted to use force to suppress it, but when he saw the old man suddenly change into this expression, he let go of his palm, stretched his face, and listened with a restrained temperament.

"Sect Master, the past few years of your retreat have ......"

"Qianchen is disrespectful, unscrupulous, and oppresses everywhere with the identity of the young sect master, and today the sect is even more cruel than him...... My grandson Yan'er died unjustly!"

The more Zhou Hongtian spoke, the more sad he became, tears and snot flowed out, no different from ordinary crying and mourning.

I saw him holding Zong Indifferent's hand, and while constantly wiping his nose, he said, where is there still the slightest appearance of a cultivator.

Looking at Zhou Hongtian, who had forgotten his feelings, pulling himself with his hand that had wiped his nose, Zong Moran's face was a little unnatural.

"Alright. Zong indifferently flicked his sleeves, his pupils narrowed, and an inexplicable murderous aura suddenly surged out of his body.

This murderous aura was like a substance, which shocked Zhou Hongtian's heart, and he couldn't help but panic, and even let go of the palm that held Zong Indifference.

"Elder Zhou, you don't have to rely on the old and sell the old in front of me. Zong squinted at him indifferently, and said lightly: "To this day, you still refuse to believe the vision of this seat back then?"

Hearing this, Zhou Hongtian was stunned.

"What was the vision of the year?"

Just as he was about to recall the past, Zong Moran's voice came over again, "You old fool, open your third eye and take a good look." ”

Zhou Hongtian woke up, and even secretly mobilized the vitality in his body, began to perform a secret technique, and looked in the direction where Qianchen left.

This wasn't the first time he had observed Qianchen with his magic eye.

When he first used it on a teenager, he was still a baby at that time, and he had just been brought into the sect by the sect master.

At that time, Zong Mo looked crazy and told him and the Mo Hall Master:

"This child is a descendant of that clan, as long as he waits until the divine fetus in his body awakens, he can use the 'purple spirit divine blood' in the divine fetus to awaken the divine power in the rhinoceros divine sword, and then the divine sword will be repaired, and my divine sword sect can dominate the continent again." ”

When Zhou Hongtian heard this, he opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at it.

But at this glance, he was completely disappointed, he was completely an ordinary baby who could no longer be ordinary, and there was not even a little fluctuation of qi on his body.

Come to think of it, that clan is the most mysterious and powerful existence standing on the mainland.

How could they, cultivators, come into contact with that level.

At first, they all thought that the sect master had fallen into the devil in order to repair the artifact, and the baby that he picked up from nowhere was said to be the son of God.

At the beginning, Zong was indifferent and insisted on going his own way, taking the baby as his righteous son, and teaching him carefully, although they didn't believe it, but no one dared to resist his decision.

Suddenly, in the depths of Zhou Hongtian's eyes, faint runes began to emerge.

There was no change on the surface, but in his eyes, there were all kinds of breaths between heaven and earth.

Looking through the layers of houses, looking in the direction of Qianchen, he saw that the original ordinary young man was filled with a rich purple light, and that kind of fluctuation made him a little unable to open his eyes.

"Sect Master, you...... You are right. ”

The secret method dispersed, his eyes widened, his whole body trembled slightly, the tears in his eyes dried up instantly, and he said to Zong Mo excitedly: "He really ...... It is really a descendant of that clan, and the position of the overlord of my Divine Sword Sect is expected to return eventually. ”

............

"Squeak!"

The vermilion wooden door was gently pushed open.

The boy lying on the bed opened his eyes, sat up, and looked towards the door.

Zong indifferently walked in from outside the door, and before the person approached, a concerned voice had already come out: "How is the injury?"

Qian Chen stared at the middle-aged man in a brocade robe, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and then he controlled his emotions, stretched his muscles slightly, and hurriedly replied: "Elder Mo has just treated the child's injuries, and there is no major problem. ”

Zong Moran bowed slightly, stared at Qian Chen again, looked up and down, and a smile appeared on his face, "Yes, in the early stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, it seems that you have not fallen behind in the past few years of your father's retreat. ”

Looking at the smile on Zong Moran's face, Qian Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, if it weren't for Lin Ruoli helping him so much, I'm afraid he would still be hovering in the realm of the solid ninth layer, if that was the case, he didn't know how to face Zong Moran's gaze in front of him.

Zong Moran had already walked over with a smile on his face, and sat on the edge of the bed, took out a dark red pill from his arms, and said, "You eat this first." ”

Stretching out his hand to take it, Qian Chen swallowed it without the slightest hesitation, and at the same time asked, "Father-in-law, can you give me one first?"

"Well, the fruit was reserved for you. Zong Moran saw Qian Chen swallowing the pill in one gulp, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then smiled a little and said, "For now, you refine the pill first." ”

Seeing that Zong indifferently agreed, Qian Chen's eyes showed joy, and then he sat cross-legged, wanting to refine the dark red pill that he didn't know what it did.

"Inject vitality into it and introduce it into the dantian. Zong Moran said with a strange luster in his eyes.

Closing his eyes slightly, Qian Chen did as he was told, and as soon as a trace of Yuan Force in his body penetrated into the dark red pill, it changed.

I saw that the moment the pill touched Yuan Li, it was disintegrated layer by layer in Qianchen's perception.

It's like a piece of petals separated, and then the dense petals turned into tiny silver filaments.

At this time, Zong Moran's eyes already had golden light flashing, his fingers were quietly sealed, and the tiny silver filaments in Qianchen's body swam as if they were alive, all of them surging towards the golden villain in the young man's dantian.

This change in his body shocked De Qianchen, and then he opened his eyes, and when he saw Zong Moran's fingers that were flapping like butterfly wings, he exclaimed: "Father-in-law, you are ...... this"

"Ah......h

Before he could finish his sentence, blood seeped out of his nostrils.

There was a scream.

Because the slender silver filaments in his body had begun to wrap around the golden villain's body, they were getting tighter and tighter like wrapping zongzi, and the severe colic in the dantian made him twitch all over.

His vision gradually blurred, and when he couldn't bear the sharp pain and was about to fall into a coma, he vaguely heard Zong's indifferent and excited voice,

"Haha, it's done!"

"This 'Bloodthirsty Pill' was specially prepared to extract the purple spirit divine blood from your body, and now it is only the last step. ”