Yang Mingyang opened his eyes, opened the ban, and checked the time, this retreat took half a year, but he found nothing.

As soon as he looked up, he found that there were a few transmission notes outside the ban, and he hurriedly summoned them in his hand to take a look, and they were all sent by the third senior sister Fu Xue.

Since three days ago, Senior Sister sent a transmission note every day, it seems that there must be something important. Yang Mingyang immediately turned on the transmission note, and Senior Sister's voice immediately reached his ears.

"Senior brother is injured, hurry to his courtyard!"

"Senior brother is seriously injured, come quickly!"

"Senior brother's injuries are aggravated, urgent!"

The tone of a few transmission notes became more and more urgent, and seeing these transmission notes, Yang Mingyang's mood suddenly became heavy.

Yang Mingyang came to Xiao Jingyu's courtyard as quickly as possible, Fu Xue and Gongsun Ce were present, and both of them had sad faces. Especially Fu Xue, her eyes were red, and she had obviously cried several times.

Seeing Yang Mingyang, Fu Xue hurriedly greeted him and said anxiously: "Senior brother, you are finally here, senior brother, she is about to ......" Saying this, Fu Xue couldn't control it anymore and cried sadly.

"After receiving a notice from my senior sister, I immediately rushed back from the Mingyue League and found Mu Linggen's senior uncle to treat his injuries. Uncle Shi said that the senior brother was injured by the demon beast, and the injury had dragged on for too long, and he was powerless. Gongsun Ce's tone was low.

Yang Mingyang didn't speak, walked into the room, and came to Xiao Jingyu's stone collapse, seeing that his eyes were closed, and his breath was like a gossamer.

He endured the pain and slowly injected a trace of wood spiritual power into Xiao Jingyu's body, and after a while, Xiao Jingyu's pale face had a trace of blood.

After a pillar of incense, Xiao Jingyu coughed lightly a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

"You're all here!" Xiao Jingyu saw the three of them with a smile on his face.

Motioning for everyone to help him up, Xiao Jingyu continued: "You don't have to be sad, I am close to two hundred years old, and if I am not injured by the demon beast this time, I will not live long." ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, I'll go to Elder Zheng right away, she has the best medical skills, you'll be fine. Yang Mingyang said softly.

"Don't bother, my own body knows by myself, so it's okay, I'll go down to accompany my master and mother, and they should also have a disciple to serve under their knees! It's a pity that as a child of the Xiao family, I can't be buried in the Xiao family cemetery. ”

Although Yang Mingyang invited Zheng Jiaxin, an elder of Jindan with superb medical skills, Xiao Jingyu, who was seriously injured, died five days later.

The Xiao family is the largest family in the Nanling Immortal Cultivation Realm of the Yanri Continent, and it is a powerful force second only to the Hehuan Sect and the Battle Banner Sect in strength.

The head of the family, Xiao Qian, is a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and there are nearly fifty Jindan monks in the door, with such strength, few people in the Nanling Immortal Cultivation Realm dare to provoke the disciples of the Xiao family.

On this day, outside the gate of the thirteenth room of the Xiao family, three young men dressed in plain clothes walked up. Behind them, several mortals carried a pair of black coffins.

"Who dare to come to my Xiao family to make trouble!"

"Fengyunmen Fu Xue, Gongsun Ce, and Yang Mingyang sent Xiao Jingyu, a disciple of the Xiao family, back to the family for burial!"

The thirteenth room of the Xiao family is not strong among the entire eighteen houses of the Xiao family, but there are also two Jindan monks.

"Xingwang, do we have someone named Xiao Jingyu in the thirteenth room?" Xiao Zhengfeng, the owner of the thirteenth room, called a middle-aged foundation building monk and asked.

"Xiao Jingyu, I don't have much impression, I'll check!"

After about a cup of tea, the middle-aged foundation monk hurried back.

"The owner of the house, I found out, there is a man named Xiao Jingyu, who is the son of a miscellaneous mortal disciple in the clan, the five spirit roots, and he has been cultivating for three years before refining the qi double. ”

"Then why haven't I heard of such a disciple in the junior for so many years? ”

"One hundred and fifty years ago, this disciple was in charge of guarding the Spirit Grass Garden, and his mistake led to the death of a Spirit Grass 'Violet Flower'. The previous owner was angry and kicked it out of the family. ”

"This 'Violet Flower' is a precious spiritual grass needed to refine Zhuji Dan, it is a pity to die, but it will not drive a disciple out of the family!"

"The owner, I also felt strange, so I asked Wen Bo, who followed the former owner back then. It is said that Xiao Jingyu's grandfather had some holidays with the former owner Elder Zhengye before his fall, and Elder Zhengye just took advantage of the topic this time. ”

"Alas, this righteous karma is good for everything, but the amount of qi is a little smaller! Forget it, there is no need to offend him for the sake of a Five Spirit Root Monk, you can drive those people away!"

In a side hall in the thirteenth room, Yang Mingyang and the others waited for more than an hour, and finally a Xiao family with a nine-fold qi refining came forward with a few mid-stage qi refining disciples.

"The Xiao family doesn't have this person, you can go!" the Xiao family monk said disdainfully, and several people next to him also looked disdainful.

"You are talking nonsense, Senior Brother is obviously a monk of the Xiao family, why don't you let him be buried in the Xiao family cemetery. Fu Xue's eyes were red.

"Hmph! To tell you the truth, Xiao Jingyu was originally a disciple of the Xiao family and was kicked out by the Xiao family. You are a mere Five Spirit Root Cultivator, will our Xiao family care?"

"You, you!" Gongsun Ce was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Then since Xiao Jingyu is your senior brother, then you are also a multi-spiritual root! The garbage-like spiritual root still dares to spread wild in my Xiao family, you guys get out!"

This disciple of the Xiao family said a word, which completely angered Yang Mingyang.

"It's true that we're multilingroots, especially me, and we're still five-linggens, but it's not something you can insult. ”

"Oh, what do you dare to do, get out! If you don't get out, my master will beat you out!"

"Really, you just beat the master out!" Yang Mingyang could no longer hold back the anger in his heart.

"What are you doing?" a voice suddenly came as the two sides were tense. Immediately after, a middle-aged monk with a serious face walked out.

"Deacon Nan!" Seeing this person coming, this Xiao family disciple who was refining qi nine times hurriedly saluted.

"Xiao Jiu, what did you do, told you to let them go, why are they still here?" the middle-aged foundation building monk was a little unhappy.

"Deacon Yunan, a few multi-spiritual root cultivators, if they are not happy to let them go, the disciples will immediately drive them out. ”

"Why is it that the Xiao family has so many loose skills, but they are not ashamed of their words, senior brother, if such a family doesn't go back, let's go!" Yang Mingyang held Xiao Jingyu's coffin in his hand and said to himself.

"Bold junior, what are you talking about, dare to insult my Xiao family, you can leave your life today!" When Deacon Nan heard this, he didn't see any movement, only to see a green vine suddenly appear and bind Yang Mingyang tightly.

"Senior, junior brother is speechless, please see that the Xiao family and my Fengyun Sect are both the top ten immortal cultivation sects, and the subordinates are merciful!" The sudden appearance made Fu Xue very anxious.

"Hmph! With this strength, the Xiao family used the foundation building monk to bully my qi refiner, I don't accept it, I have the ability to let you qi refining disciples accept my challenge. Yang Mingyang shouted loudly.

"A mere monk of the Five Spiritual Roots, he dares to say wildly, I want your life today, see what Fengyunmen can do to me!" Deacon Nan was furious, raised his hand, and was about to start, when he suddenly stopped.

"Okay! Deacon Nan stopped his hand movements and said as he nodded, apparently someone was transmitting to him.

"How do you want my Xiao family disciple to accept your challenge!" Deacon Nan waved his hand and untied the green vine that was bound to Yang Mingyang's body.

"You don't look down on the multi-spiritual root monks, I use five kinds of spiritual power to challenge you five kinds of spiritual root single spiritual root monks, if I win more than three games, you have to agree to my senior brother buried in the Xiao family cemetery. ”

"It's such a big breath, I guess you won't be able to win a game!"

"If I can't win a game, I'll leave it to you!"

"Young people, it's good to have courage, but you also have to weigh your own strength!"

"Okay, according to what you said, if you win three games, you will bury Xiao Jingyu in my Xiao family cemetery, if you don't win a game, you will judge yourself!

"Senior brother, forget it! I believe that Senior Brother in the Heavenly Spirit doesn't want you to risk it for him. Fu Xue said softly in her ear.

"Then what if I win all?" Yang Mingyang did not listen to Fu Xue's advice and replied with his head held high.

"Hahaha, you still want to win, I don't know where you got your confidence!" As soon as Deacon Nan's voice fell, the children of the Xiao family, who had arrived one after another, burst into laughter.