There was a sense of panic in the bilge.

  Yan Feiyuan's face was pale, the aura on his body was turbulent, on weekdays, he was personable, he looked like a literati and a scholar, as the owner of Xuantian Fang, whether it was an outsider or a disciple of this sect, how many people had seen him look angry and anxious, and he had lost his calm demeanor? In normal times, this would be regarded as a shame by him, but now that he had lost two Immortal Realm elders in succession, he no longer cared about this kind of thing, for him, the top priority was to control that boy.

  And he's special.

  Yan Feiyuan is very aware of the calculations of the ancestors, his Yan family is not a native of the Eastern Wilderness, nine thousand years ago it was just an immortal cultivation family in Nanling, living on the edge of the 100,000 mountains, and there were only seven or eight gods in the family, at that time, the world had just ended the dark age of three thousand years, although it had been recuperating for hundreds of years, but the world was also a wither, whether it was the demon race or the human race, they were bored to recover their strength.

  At that time, the rise of Tianji Pavilion was not long ago, and it could only affect some of the sects in Zhongzhou, and it was not able to control the entire human race, and the overlord of Nanling, the group of barbarians, also cowered in the 100,000 mountains to lick their wounds, so Nanling was in chaos, and the various sects fought unscrupulously, and the squeezing of mortals also happened from time to time, and the Yan family was also extremely difficult to survive at that time.

  Three thousand years of darkness have left behind a dilapidated world, most of the sects of the human race have been reduced to ruins, and the great religions that were once flourishing in ancient times have also become broken bricks and tiles, and some have even been buried in the rubble, and the story of these three thousand years is also like being stripped from memory and forgotten by the world, and no one can tell what happened in those years, so some people go to those dilapidated ruins to find answers.

  The first to do so may be the Tianji Pavilion. But soon more than one of them was chasing that period of time, secrets often mean wealth, with the first sect in an ancient place to excavate the ruins of the ancient sect, get a large number of ancient exercises and secret techniques, it completely ignited the desire of the monks, a large number of monks went to various ancient places to hunt for treasure, some people became rich overnight, and some people set up a new sect on the ruins, the powerful side of the earthquake, at least half of the powerful sects of the human race today are like this, but there are lucky and unlucky, and there are actually countless people who die in various ancient places。

  The years of stepping into the ancient land and seeking ancient treasures lasted for more than a thousand years, which was also the period when the Terran monks walked out of that dark age and entered the golden age again, and the Yan family was one of the lucky ones in that time, the desperate bet of the ancestors of the Yan family was greatly rewarded, they dug up an amazing giant ship in the South China Sea, which not only has countless treasures, but also a large number of exercises and classics, and the Yan family has risen since then.

  But the most bizarre thing is an egg on the ship.

  It is black all over, it is pure and extremely black, without any markings, it looks a little ominous, but judging from the breath of the egg, it is by no means a mortal thing, and no one in the Yan family can see the origin of this egg, so it is hidden with other treasures and placed in the bilge.

  Later, Nanling became more and more chaotic, the major sects fought endlessly, the ancestors of the Yan family in order to avoid disaster, drove Xuantianfang all the way north, and finally chose Xizhou as the place to settle, this giant ship was engraved with some kind of strange formation, spontaneously gathered the aura of heaven and earth, so that Xuantianfang and those spiritual mountains did not fall behind, so the Yan family was not interested in fighting with the sects of the Eastern Wilderness again, to fight for a spiritual mountain.

  There are a lot of classics in Xuantianfang, there are as many as six kinds of the best exercises, and there are people practicing in each of the Yan family, with the continuous improvement of the realm, an ancestor of the Yan family who practiced nameless exercises discovered a strange thing, and a black mist was conceived on his god platform, and there was a vague connection with the black egg.

  This made the ancestors of the Yan family extremely shocked, they kept trying, and finally confirmed that this exercise was making wedding clothes for others, the black mist on the altar was actually the nutrients of the black egg, every time they practiced, they would make the black egg mature a little, the ancestors of the Yan family chose an extremely bold path after making repeated choices, and they decided to control the black egg.

  Because they realized that no matter what was in the egg, this black egg had a big secret, and it was some kind of opportunity to become an immortal, so the ancestors of the Yan family made many efforts, including the blood contract, and for six thousand years, there was always the Yan family who fed the black egg with their own blood all the time, trying to establish a connection with this black egg.

  These attempts were gradually stopped a thousand years ago, and the black egg seemed to have absorbed enough nutrients, no longer absorbing the mist on their divine platform, and had no reaction to the blood contract, the Yan family was overjoyed, because they knew that this meant that the black egg was about to mature, and the day when it would break out of its shell was coming, but they didn't expect that this was a thousand-year-long process.

  Yan Feiyuan held the folding fan, he practiced Huanxi Gong, which was the best one among the remaining five superior exercises, in the impression of many monks, Huanxi was not good at fighting, but this point was not suitable for their Xuantianfang monks at all, although Yan Feiyuan seemed gentle and elegant, but in fact, he had rich combat experience, and his shots had always been ruthless.

  The folding fan shook and spread, and the biting wind quickly swung out in the cabin, Yan Feiyuan's control was very fine, the range of the strong wind was very small, and it only enveloped the boy, he was very cautious, although Wei Heavy Makeup showed hostility, but if it was unnecessary, he still didn't want to fight with the Wei family.

  After all, thirty percent of Xuantianfang's business is related to the Wei family.

  When the attack came, the boy bared his teeth, like an enraged little leopard, he jumped up suddenly, the mist in his hand surged, turning into more than a dozen shadow-like black ribbons, and stabbed towards Yan Feiyuan.

  Yan Feiyuan's combat experience is far better than that of the boy, he has learned enough experience from the unlucky egg who has just turned into a pile of liquid, the folding fan waved again, and a curtain of aura appeared on the ground, and a black shadow smashed on it, making a gurgling sound, like a drop of water dripping on the stove, but the curtain was very strong, although the black shadow continued to devour the aura, it still couldn't penetrate the curtain for a while.

  And the boy had been struck by the wind.

  Yan Feiyuan's shot was very measured, and the strong wind instantly knocked the boy away, smashing him to the ground, and several wounds appeared on his body, and there was red blood flowing out, but they were all flesh wounds, which were neither fatal nor would he be seriously injured.

  But judging by the boy's hideous face, it was clear that it was enough to infuriate him.