In a hurry, Yan Batian habitually swept his divine sense around, but this sweep was not tight, but the result was that he immediately made his heart involuntarily bloom.

The Divine Consciousness directly passed through the thick coffin board, and instantly "saw" the situation outside the coffin clearly, and the scope and clarity covered by the Divine Consciousness greatly exceeded Yan Batian's expectations.

Although the divine consciousness he released now was far from being comparable to the cultivation of his previous life, it was already far beyond the strength of his divine consciousness that he should have in the early stage of Qi cultivation. In his judgment, his consciousness has now reached at least the level of the early stage of foundation.

A sense of joy secretly climbed up his eyebrows, the importance of divine consciousness to the monk, Yan Batian, who was originally a monk in the incarnation period, naturally had a deep understanding. Sweeping away the haze in his heart before, his mind was active again.

Observing the surroundings through his divine sense, the first person to enter the range of Yan Batian's expression was a beautiful little Lori who was crying beside the coffin.

Dressed in a delicate white linen filial piety dress, with a white silk tied on her head, her goose egg face is very delicate, her eyes, which were originally like a little cold in autumn water, have now become red, her eyelashes are still wet, and her little nose is also frozen red.

The childish little face, although it is filled with sadness, but it also contains a touch of charm, purity and charm, a collection of contradictions, so that although her clothes are not gorgeous, she still looks more beautiful and moving.

"What a beautiful and lovely person!" Looking at his sister Yan Feiyan who was sending her on her last journey, Yan Batian couldn't help but praise secretly in her heart, and then sighed lightly, "It's a pity that my sister doesn't have a spiritual root, if she has it, with the words she just said to me, waste some resources to let her build a foundation, it's not a piece of cake!"

"Uncle is dressed like this, and he wants to leave the house in the middle of the night, he must be going to the Xiong family to find trouble with Xiong Qixuan, and even wants to get rid of him to avenge me. Strange he didn't seem to notice me peeping. ”

A robe with a big cloak in pitch black with the same color as the night sky was draped on Yan Nanhan's body, which was not originally majestic, and he was disguised as a burly and majestic man in black. Coupled with the "Water Shadow Skill" that tried his best to hide his figure, if he didn't pay attention to it, it would be difficult for the monks in the early stage of foundation building to find him.

Cautiously scanning the surroundings, Yan Nanhan flipped his hand, and a water attribute spirit weapon Flowing Shadow Sword suddenly suspended in the sky above Yan Mansion. The pitch-black figure, like an eagle vulture hidden in the darkness, quietly rose from the ground, and the next moment it appeared on the Flowing Shadow Sword, looking at his posture, he was about to sweep out of the Yan Mansion.

"Alas!" A low sigh suddenly sounded in Yan Nanhan's ears, "Brother Han, it's so late, what do you want to do when you're dressed up?"

The door of the north wing opened silently. A middle-aged monk walked out slowly, with a hint of solemnity on his face, mixed with a little sadness. He stared up at his younger brother standing on the Shadow Sword.

The middle-aged monk was dressed in luxurious gray clothes, and he was quite dignified in his steps, and a pair of blazing tiger eyes on his face added a bit of arrogance to it, he was the patriarch of the Yan family, a small cultivator family, and Yan Batian's father, a five-layer monk in the foundation building period, Yan Nanyuan.

"Brother, why haven't you rested at this time? I'm fine, I'm just very depressed, and I want to go out for a walk!"

Looking at his brother who was a little sad, Yan Nanhan was extremely abnormal, and he had no intention of getting off the Flowing Shadow Sword at all. This shows that he has made up his mind, and it can even reflect that he is a little dissatisfied with this brother.

Seeing his brother's unflinching performance, as well as cold words. A pair of thick eyebrows on Yan Nanyuan's face wrinkled even tighter.

"Since you were a child, you have been extremely spoiled by Tian'er, even more than us parents. We both saw these in our eyes and remembered them in our hearts. Now that something has happened to you, you are very calm and calm on the surface. But I know that deep down in your heart, you are already extremely angry, and you have been thinking about how to avenge Tian'er, and I know that!"

Trying his best to hide the pain of losing his son in the tiger's eyes, and the desire to immediately announce that he was going to war with the Xiong family, Yan Nanyuan said loudly.

"Hmph, I know it's another fart! If my son is beaten to death for no reason, I'm afraid I'll rush to the other party's door and fight them to the death. I feel sorry for a father like you!"

Although the wording was not aggressive, his voice had become poignant, Yan Nanhan's facial expression was covered by the big black cloak, and it could be imagined from his trembling figure that his expression must have been very sad and angry.

"Uncle, you love me so much, even more than my parents?

The corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a smile of pity, and Yan Batian had a great impression of his impulsive uncle. He is the kind of person who gives me a knife, and my backhand is a sword character, and I have a great appetite for him.

"Brother Han, you come down first! Tian'er, he is your nephew, but also my son, and my death makes me even more uncomfortable than you. You don't need to doubt that. As for how to avenge him, we still have to think long-term, and we can't just act hastily. Otherwise, it is very likely that our Yan family will be wiped out in this battle and cease to exist. ”

Trying to forcibly press down the anger full of the loss of his beloved son, Yan Nanyuan's pupils flashed a little helpless. The gap between his Yan family and the Xiong family is not a star and a half. If they fight head-on, the fall of the Yan family will be irreversible.

In recent years, the Xiong family has directly suppressed the Yan family openly and secretly, and the discerning person already knows it when he sees it. Yan Nanyuan tried hard to find a way to deal with it and seek external help, but unfortunately he ran into walls everywhere and made no achievements.

The reason why the Xiong family did not tear the last skin of the skin and forcibly attacked the Yan family directly was just that they did not find a suitable mouth.

This time, Xiong Qixuan killed Yan Batian in the Yan family's pharmacy, which seemed to be an accident, but in fact, there was definitely a secret obstruction by the head of the Xiong family behind it. Otherwise, even if he Xiong Qixuan was bold, he would not dare to seriously injure the patriarch who was likely to become the next generation of the Yan family in front of the public, and thus die.

After all, in the entire Purple Light City, it is not his Xiong family that has the final say. The four major families of Ziguang City, Qu, Lu, Wu, and Xiong, the Xiong family is only ranked fourth.

As for the Yan family's status in Purple Light City, it is not up or down, it belongs to the second-rate family.

"Think about it in the long run, think about it in the long run! You, the patriarch, will only use these four words to perfunctory, people have already killed the heirs of the next generation of our Yan family, if we don't even dare to let out a fart, then such a family, don't do it!"

Yan Nanhan, who was still standing on the Flowing Shadow Sword, roared angrily, almost wanting to overturn the entire Yan Mansion.