Three days later.

A small flying boat flew away from Shangyang City in the night. The flying boat is about five zhang long, resembling a flat leaf, and rises in the wind at a very fast speed.

The wind outside the ship was like a knife, but it was blocked by the light shield on the surface of the flying boat, splashing a little ripple.

On deck.

A young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long figure stood proudly, he put his hands behind his back, and looked at the outline of Shangyang City in the distance under the boat.

The man's name is Zhao Zhongliu, the eldest son of the Zhao family, one of the eight great families in Shangyang City, and he is on the way.

"Childe, did we just leave?"

"It's only been a long time since we returned to the city, and we're leaving, and Childe will have to make other families laugh at it in the future."

Next to Zhao Zhongliu was a man of his age, and he was quite indignant at the moment.

"It's just a son-in-law with a foreign surname."

"I think the master is just confused, he doesn't even help his own son, but wants to help an outsider."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Zhongliu's face was not good-looking, but he still scolded the man.

"You dare to ignore my father's decision, if it weren't for the sake of you following my son for many years, I would have left you down now."

The man looked panicked and quickly slapped his mouth.

"Yes, yes, the small one should be slapped, but the little one is also anxious for the son, so he said the wrong thing, please forgive the son."

Zhao Zhongliu's face softened slightly, and he said:

"A son-in-law with a foreign surname is naturally nothing, but if he is a second-order array mage, he is still practicing qi and consummation, and he may break through the foundation building at any time, so it's different."

"This matter is indeed a matter of inconsiderate consideration by my son, I wanted to teach him a small lesson, but I didn't expect to burn the fire on myself."

"The auction in the city is about to start, and Danyang Zhenren's Zhuji Dan has also been refined.

As a real boy, the ancestor has the opportunity to buy a Zhuji Dan at a low price. ”

"Now that the clan is in the time of Tsukidan's allocation, there are two candidates besides me, and I can't let others find an opportunity to attack my father because of my affairs."

"I'm going back to the tribe now to avoid the limelight and just shut them up."

The man said with a look of longing: "Wait for the master to win this Zhuji Dan for the son, and the son will break through and succeed."

At that time, any second-order formation master will only be a dog for the son. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Zhongliu's mouth and said:

"If he is willing to come over, what does it matter if my son will give him my cousin."

"Our Zhao family is thin, and if we want to grow, it is still necessary to absorb people with foreign surnames."

"But then we have to see his sincerity."

He seemed to treat himself as a foundation building overhaul of the future.

The man admired: "Childe is generous, if he is a villain, where will he be given such an opportunity." ”

Just as the two were imagining the future, the flying boat suddenly made a loud noise.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Zhongliu finally managed to manipulate the flying boat to stabilize his figure.

I saw a golden mang's masterpiece in front of me, and a golden dragon more than ten zhang long circled its body, spanning the sky.

Fang Cai Feizhou collided with Jin Jiao.

"Where did the dragon come from?"

Zhao Zhongliu looked shocked, such a huge demon Jiao was at least a second-order demon beast, and it could not be defeated without building a foundation.

At the same time, he immediately crushed the distress signal in his arms.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Shangyang City, as long as he can hold out for a quarter of an hour, the family will have reinforcements coming.

But when he looked closely, he found that the edges of Jin Jiao's body were illusory, and there was a feeling of a mirage.

"No, it's ......"

Zhao Zhongliu has always been good friends with the Lin family, and the reason why he provoked Yu Xian was also because Zhao Shiwen was drunk by him and promised a son-in-law to the Lin family.

After going home this time, I was also jokingly said a few words, and I couldn't get over my face, and I wanted to teach Yu Xian a lesson.

Therefore, he knows a lot about the Lin family.

He suddenly remembered a spirit weapon from the Lin family that had not appeared for a long time.

"Golden Scale Sword!"

"Which one of the Lin family is in front of the overhaul? The younger generation Zhao Zhongliu is a close friend of Lin Shilang and Lin Harmony, and the seniors should not misunderstand and find the wrong person. ”

However, there was no movement ahead.

Jin Jiao has already wrenched into the flying boat.

Click!!

The protective shield outside the flying boat began to be overwhelmed, and the light shield shattered like glass, and the little spots of light flew away, and it was impossible to resist it.

Zhao Zhongliu's eyes showed ruthlessness, grabbed the man next to him and threw him out of the flying boat.

"Zhao Yan, it's time for you to be loyal to my son."

"Don't be a childe!"

The man shouted, and a mana shield appeared on his body.

I saw that the sword aura was overflowing on the body surrounded by Jin Jiao, and the mana shield was as vulnerable as tissue paper, and it was instantly stirred into minced meat by the sword qi.

But it also made a brief gap in Jin Jiao's attack.

Zhao Zhongliu seized the opportunity and drilled into the gap.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue, and a blood talisman exploded in the air, fusing with his essence and blood, turning into a pair of blood-colored wings of light.

This talisman is called the Blood Wing Talisman, and it uses its own essence blood as a guide, and can exert a flight speed that exceeds that of ordinary foundation building monks.

It was enough for him to flee for his life in front of the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

As a child of a big clan, how can there be no life-saving hole cards.

"What the hell is going on? Why did the Lin family's Golden Scale Sword appear here? Could it be that the Lin family wants to declare war on the Zhao family? ”

Zhao Zhongliu had distracting thoughts in his mind, and suddenly felt that his lips were so dry and he wanted to drink water.

He only felt that the qi and blood in his body were like a dam that opened the gates, and all of them poured out uncontrollably.

When he looked up, he saw blood sprawling out of the void, and at some point a large net had been weaved.

He thought he had escaped, but he ran headlong into a trap.

"No!"

A pair of blood-colored light wings behind Zhao Zhongliu suddenly dissipated.

A dry corpse fell into the air.

Then a streamer flashed, the corpse disappeared, and all the chaos dissipated as if nothing had happened.

A quarter of an hour later.

I saw two streamers flying in the sky, it was a middle-aged man with a majestic face and a young man with red lips and white teeth.

But the middle-aged is behind, and the teenager is in front.

The two of them are Zhao Yuan, the patriarch of the Zhao family, and Zhao Qingfeng, the ancestor of the Zhao family.

"Ancestor, is something wrong with the middle stream?"

Zhao Yuan's face was anxious.

He was already over sixty years old, past the best age to build a foundation.

And Zhao Zhongliu is his only son who has perfected his qi.

Now it is the time point assigned by Tsukidan, and his son's accident is not only a person's life, but also the future power and wealth of their house.

He couldn't help but be in a hurry.

Zhao Qingfeng didn't care much, he was just a descendant.

And the residual breath here even made him feel a trace of danger, offending such a person, and deserving to die.

Do you want him, the ancestor, to fight to the death with a monk of the same rank for the sake of a bad descendant?

He is the ancestor of the Zhao family, not the nanny of the Zhao family.

But in the face of Zhao Yuan, who lost his beloved son, he shook his head and said:

"The residual aura here is very small, indicating that the battle ended quickly, you didn't give the Blood Wing Talisman to the middle stream, maybe you have already escaped."

Zhao Yuan's face was heavy, and he also knew that his son was more than lucky.

But in the hope of what happened, he still searched around.

And the ancestor of the Zhao family has already drifted away.

The life of a child of the Zhao family is not worth his attention.

For him, the glory of the Zhao family is all tied to him, so serving a good real person is the first priority.

After all, he is not the only boy under the real seat.