"Ling'er?" Yang Chen walked to the door of Zi Ling'er's room and called softly.

Now this courtyard can not be lived, so I can only change to an inn. And knowing what kind of "ancestor" the bloodline cultivator could sacrifice, Yang Chen suddenly felt a little bad.

He and Sun Tian joined forces, although they were not afraid of the ancestors of the Tengyun Period, but once the other party sacrificed, it was really impossible to say who would live and who would die.

Yang Chen shouted several times, but there was no reaction in the room, and his face suddenly changed.

boom

Without hesitation, he kicked the door open, and Yang Chenfeng broke in.

"Ling'er!" Seeing Zi Ling'er lying on the bed, Yang Chen relieved himself.

Zi Ling'er in her sleep was a little quieter than usual, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sound of even and slight breathing made Yang Chen unable to bear to wake her up.

In his hand, the clay figure that had been hovering above had fallen back into her hand at some point, and was gently held by her.

Seeing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but show a knowing smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Ling'er, wake up." ”

In order to wake her up, but he was reluctant to wake up this sleeping lovely person.

Yang Chen whispered softly several times in this way before Zi Ling'er opened her hazy sleepy eyes.

"Yang Chen, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while......" Zi Ling'er said this in a daze, and fell asleep again.

This time, no matter how Yang Chen screamed, he couldn't wake up.

Instinctively, Yang Chen felt that something was wrong, Zi Ling'er couldn't be so sleepy, so sleepy that she couldn't wake up.

However, he saw that Zi Ling'er didn't look like she was injured, and she looked like she was overworked and tired.

It may be that there are too many things that have happened in the past two days, and the girl's heart is not able to bear it.

Yang Chen thought so, then gently picked up Zi Ling'er and walked towards the door.

It's better to fall asleep, so as not to see some blood in this courtyard.

At this time, it was already dark, and in the afternoon, Zhao Zhengyi shouted, "There is an enemy attack on the Zhao family, notify Elder Taishang", and the entire courtyard area was dead and silent.

"Zhao Hong, going north, is there an inn?" Yang Chen said with Zi Ling'er in his arms.

"Yes, but it will take half an hour to arrive. Zhao Hong said.

"Half an hour...... Yang Chen pondered for a moment, and said, "Just go there and lead the way ahead." ”

After killing the two elders of the Zhao family, the next person to ask for must be the Supreme Elder sitting here.

Even Zhao Zhengyi would sacrifice the method, and it was obvious that it was impossible for Elder Taishang not to. A Supreme Elder who can temporarily improve his cultivation, Yang Chen is not afraid, but who can guarantee that the ancestor of the Tengyun Stage has no other means?

And no matter what the strength of this Supreme Elder was, Yang Chen would not openly face the entire Zhao family.

After all, it is a family that has accumulated for hundreds of years, and although Yang Chen is confident, he is not confident to the point of arrogance.

Therefore, it is imperative to leave Liuyun City, and the city gates on the east, west, and south sides are all forbidden forests, so the only option is to go north.

In this way, Yang Chen hugged Zi Ling'er, Zhao Hong led the way, and the two clones guarded one in front of the other, and several people took advantage of the night to hurry and head north.

In the depths of that courtyard, there was a courtyard, and in the living room of the courtyard sat an old man in gray.

Kneeling under the old man was a nine-fold monk of Na Yuan, who was sincerely afraid, it was Zhao Zhengyi.

His cultivation fell from the peak of the middle stage of Bao Dan to the ninth level of Nayuan.

Sitting above is the Taishang Great Elder Zhao Feilong who is sitting in the Zhao Family Branch in the south of the city!

"Are you saying that you can't rob other people's spiritual weapons, but even Ping'er and Shan'er were killed?" Zhao Feilong looked at Zhao Zhengyi in front of him and said lightly.

Although the tone was calm, Zhao Zhengyi could hear the anger contained in his words.

"Grandpa, then Zhao Hong didn't know where to invite two strong men in the late stage of Baodan, each of whom had a medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and the second brother and I, the third brother didn't know beforehand. Zhao Zhengyi's voice trembled and hurriedly said.

"Medium-grade spirit weapon!" Zhao Feilong's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard this.

"You didn't even have to collect all the information of your opponent to dare to come to the door to grab the treasure, and you were forced to sacrifice, and your cultivation fell into two realms, you really live more and more to go back!" Zhao Feilong snorted coldly.

"Grandpa, the second brother and the third brother died unjustly, my father is gone, and I ask my grandfather to make decisions for us......" The elder of the Zhao family, a man in his forties, cried like a child.

"Alas, your father left early, and he was spoiled by me back then, which is why he has today. After a long time, Zhao Feilong looked up to the sky and sighed, his cloudy eyes were a little red.

Two grandchildren died at once, and even if he was in the cloud stage, he was not comfortable.

"Okay, you get up first, go back to the room to rest for a while, and stabilize the realm of Nayuan Ninefold. ”

"Grandpa Xie, Grandpa Xie......" Zhao Zhengyi was overjoyed when he heard this, wiped a handful of tears, and then walked towards the room.

"Medium-grade spirit weapon? So what, when you come to Liuyun City, it's a dragon that will be coiled up for me! No matter who you are, kill my grandson, you have to pay for your life!"

Zhao Feilong stared at the night outside the door, his face was as cold as frost, and his body exuded a strong murderous intent.

After speaking, he got up and walked towards the courtyard, raised his hand and threw out a flying sword, the flying sword rose when it saw the wind, and in an instant it rose to the width of a person, and then jumped on top of the flying sword.

The flying sword carried Zhao Feilong into the sky and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Soaring clouds, Edgeworth flying!

In fact, it is not only in the Tengyun period that the sword can fly, and when the cultivation reaches the Dan holding period, the monk condenses his divine sense, although it is very weak, but the simple sword can still do it.

However, because the spiritual power of the Dan Holding Period is completely insufficient, the follow-up cannot keep up, so even if the Dan Holding Period has a spiritual weapon, it is rare to be able to fly with the sword.

On the other side, Yang Chen and the three of them also came to an inn called Chang Yueju.

The further you go to the center of the city, the fewer inns there are, after all, the Liuyun City Inn is for those who want to go out of the city to hunt demon beasts in the forbidden forest.

"A few guest officers, do you want to be a tip or stay in the hotel?" As soon as Yang Chen and the others arrived at the door, a shopkeeper greeted them.

There are no customers in the restaurant, and even if there are, they are all people who live here for dinner.

"Staying in the hotel, two upper rooms" Zhao Hong walked to the counter skillfully and paid some silver taels.

The trade between monks is all spirit stones, but the currency between mortals is still gold and silver.

One spirit stone is one hundred taels of gold, one tael of gold is one hundred taels of silver, and one tael of silver is one penny.

Zhao Hong worshiped two spirit stones in a month, and there was no economic pressure at all to consume these mortal things.

went upstairs and put Zi Ling'er on the bed, one of the two clones was outside the door, one was left in the room, and Yang Chen meditated directly on the ground.

He had a hunch that there would be a fight tonight.

After re-evaluating the strength of Tengyun Ancestor in his heart, Yang Chen suddenly felt that Tengyun was not as weak as he thought.

He has always been misled, misled by Luo Yuanming.

On that day, on Luoxin Peak, Luo Yuanming, who was in the spiritual burial period, was pinched and exploded by Nan Ion without the slightest resistance, and he didn't even have time to scream, so that he had an illusion in his heart that the spiritual burial period was not so strong.

The spiritual burial period is equivalent to the Tengyun period, so he always thought that the Tengyun period was not so strong.

Now he suddenly understood a little, it was not that the spiritual burial period was too weak, but that the southern ion was too strong, so strong that Luo Yuanming couldn't resist at all, and even gave up resisting.

Today's sacrifice of Zhao Zhengyi reminded him that there is no simple criterion for judging anything, the monk's things are more than Yang Chen's imagination, before you kill the opponent, you can never underestimate the opponent's strength.

Because they could come up with something to turn the tide at any moment, like the law of sacrifice.

During the Tengyun period, he can already fly with a sword, and he can release his divine sense for ten miles, even if he conducts a carpet search of the entire south of the city, it will not take long.

The release of divine consciousness is an ability that can only be found in the cloud stage, and it can sweep the surrounding scenes into one's mind, as if "seeing". And this glance is not blocked by ordinary things, whether it is a door, a wall, wood, or iron.

The divine consciousness was already in the Dan holding period, but at that time, it could not be released externally, and it could only be viewed inwards in the body, just like Yang Chen could see the scene in his dantian before, and that side was inward.

As for the Nayuan Realm, they have no divine sense, and they can only absorb spiritual energy by feeling. This is also the reason why Yang Chen emptied the aura of the entire courtyard, and Zhao Hong couldn't detect it, but he felt that the aura was difficult to absorb.

These are all recorded in the Taishang Mirror Technique, but these are not recorded in the Taishang Mirror Technique itself, but were additionally added by Nan Ion when he taught Yang Chen the Taishang Mirror Technique.

Yang Chen's meditation is not a cultivation, but an adjustment state, the peak state.

He's going to fight the monks of the Clouds.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Yang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

Here it comes!

"Sun Tian, stay and protect Ling'er!" Yang Chen hurriedly left a sentence and jumped down the window with two clones.

"Twitter"

Sun Tian jumped to the window with a mixed yuan stick, looked at Yang Chen's back for a while, and then looked at Zi Ling'er who was lying quietly.

Soaring clouds!

Yang Chen's eyes burned with a strong battle intent, what about the Tengyun Period?

He is going to fight with him today, break the shackles of the middle stage of Bao Dan, and break through the late stage of Bao Dan in one fell swoop!

The night was sinking like water, and the streets were already empty, and in the middle of the street, an old man stood with his hands in his hands.

Sensing Yang Chen's arrival, the old man slowly turned around, revealing an ordinary face.

The face is ordinary, but the eyes are as sharp as the blades of a sword.

The ancestor of the Zhao family in the Tengyun period, Zhao Feilong!

"You killed my two grandchildren?" Zhao Feilong stared at Yang Chen's eyes and said softly.

Being looked at by Zhao Feilong's eyes, Yang Chen suddenly felt that his eyes were a little stinging.

With such a sharp gaze, the cloud period is indeed not as simple as I imagined. But so what?

He glared, but he was not afraid to meet the gaze.

"What a hard backbone, I am not afraid of the momentum of the Tengyun period" Zhao Feilong said softly, "At a young age, you have the cultivation of Nayuan Ninefold, the realm of the middle stage of Baodan, and there are two guards in the late stage of Baodan, two medium-grade spiritual weapons, which power are you?"

"I said I have no power, do you believe me?" Yang Chen replied lightly.

"Believe it or not, no matter which force you belong to today, kill my grandson Zhao Feilong, you will die!"

Zhao Feilong's voice suddenly turned cold, and a cool breeze immediately rose from the calm street.