Of the seven or eight people who suddenly appeared in the room, Xiao Tong only knew one, and that was Chen Feng Ancestor.

"Ancestor, you ......" Xiao Tong was shocked, and saw that the cold light flashed in the distance, and Jiang Qingyue had already pierced his heart with a dagger. As long as this dagger pierces Jiang Qingyue's belly, Jiang Qingyue, who is not very strong, will have only one way to die.

But just as her dagger was about to pierce the central fossa, all around it froze. The dagger flickered in the void, but the distance from Jiang Qingyue's belly had been difficult to shorten.

"Hehe, there is really a woman who is affectionate and righteous, I just don't know if you are so affectionate and righteous, is that Fang Ling angry for you!" Lu Wanlin glanced at Jiang Qingyue, with a hint of ridicule in his words.

However, at this time, the Guluo Lady looked at Jiang Qingyue's gaze, but it moved. She came to Jiang Qingyue's side lightly, and with a shake of her hand, she directly knocked Jiang Qingyue's dagger to the ground.

Jiang Qingyue couldn't move at all at this time, but her mind was very clear, in the face of these people who were like immortals, she knew very well that she and Xiaotong didn't have the slightest power to resist at all.

Traces of tears kept flowing from her eyes. I knew that this would be the consequence, why didn't I get happy just now?

It's better to die early than to get him in trouble. Although she felt that the possibility of that person appearing for her mother and daughter was not too great, her intuition told her that that person would definitely appear.

And the consequence of his appearance is only a dead end.

"Patriarch Chen Feng. Who are they, what are they going to do?" Xiao Tong looked at Chen Feng Ancestor and asked loudly. At this moment, in her words. There is no respect for Chen Feng anymore.

Old Ancestor Chen Feng's face turned a little red, what are these people doing here, where would he Chen Feng not know? Speaking of which, this is a shameful move by the Qianzhu Sect. But he couldn't help but come, and after coughing lightly, Chen Feng said, "These fellow Daoists, you need everyone's help to do a few things." ”

"Are you going to threaten Uncle Fang Ling with me and my mother? If you can't do it, you can't kill me!" Like a little tiger, she felt that at this moment, only in this way could she protect her mother.

It's a pity that she is still too simple. Just as she finished speaking. She felt that her body couldn't move at all. She knew in her heart that she herself was already under the great power of others, and she couldn't survive or die!

If he had died earlier, maybe he wouldn't have to threaten his uncle.

Uncle, don't come out anyway!

Just when Xiao Tong's thoughts flashed, he saw Wang Hetong's voice coming from outside the door: "Ancestor, there is a person who said that he came to deliver the letter on Fang Ling's instructions. ”

The faces of Lu Wanlin and other ancestors. They all smiled, and some of them even said with a hint of teasing: "I can't see this overlord." What an amorous seed, hehe, in that case, then invite him in. ”

Walking in was a foundation building monk, this person looked to be in his forties, although his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was extraordinary, but in front of these ancestors of the primordial infants, he was really an ant-like person. When he walked in, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, and his face turned even paler when he felt the majesty of the ocean around him.

"You brought Fang Ling's letter, take it out!" A Jin Dan real person who was standing beside Lu Wanlin and the others said to the man in a deep voice.

The man said respectfully: "The junior didn't bring the letter from Senior Fang, but only some oral messages. ”

"It's all the same, let's say it. The Jindan real person glared at the visitor a little displeased, and said angrily.

The man touched the sweat stains on the top of his head, and then said: "The juniors came this time to bring a letter to some seniors, that, may I ask if Lu Wanlin's ancestor is here?"

Lu Wanlin was stunned, he didn't expect Fang Ling to bring him a letter. That kid still wants to make friends with himself, but he is also worthy of making friends with himself! The thought flashed in his heart, and Lu Wanlin said coldly: "I am Lu Wanlin." ”

"Meet Senior Lu. Under the pressure of Lu Wanlin, the monk saluted a little tremblingly, and then said in a low voice: "The junior has nothing to do with Fang Ling, but I met him on the road, and he ordered him to prohibit it, saying that if I don't bring the letter to the seniors, I will wait for the explosion and death in ten days." ”

Lu Wanlin nodded lightly, and said with a hint of sigh in his mouth: "This evil obstacle is ruining the lives of people again, how can we allow him to do anything wrong? If you boldly say his words, I will lift your prohibition in a while!"

The man hurriedly bowed down and thanked him, hesitated for a moment, and then said loudly: "Senior Lu, the letter that Fang Ling asked me to bring to you is: Your grandson Lu Yibiao is in his hands, as well as your four great-grandsons, and your five granddaughters have been captured by him, if you dare to move half a finger of Jiang Qingyue's mother and daughter, he swears to kill all your children and grandchildren!"

Lu Wanlin hadn't been angry for many years, but this time, he felt that his anger suddenly rushed up.

"What are you talking about? tell me again!" Lu Wanlin could no longer maintain his previous demeanor at this time, he was roaring, and his hysterical attack directly pressed the person with the words to the ground with an astonishing momentum.

If Xiaotong and Jiang Qingyue faced this kind of momentum, they would not be able to resist it at all. Fortunately, Xiaotong was by Chen Feng's side, and Jiang Qingyue's side was standing the Dove Luo Lady, these two people could be regarded as blocking Lu Wanlin's momentum.

Under Lu Wanlin's momentum, that person only felt that the world was spinning, and he didn't dare to move a bit, but finally he had the courage to say: "Old Ancestor Lu, those words were all asked by Fang Ling to say them, I really don't dare to speak to you like this!"

Lu Wanlin had calmed down at this time, and he knew in his heart that the words just now were definitely not fabricated by the monk who sent the letter out of thin air. After he snorted, he said in a deep voice, "That's how Fang Ling brought a letter with red mouth and white teeth?"

"No, he gave me a lot of things. As he spoke, the man slapped his small Qiankun bag, and a flying sword that was only three inches long flew out of the small Qiankun bag, and the man respectfully gave it to Lu Wanlin at the moment and said, "Lu Laozu, this is a token that Fang Ling asked me to give you." ”

Lu Wanlin took the flying sword and glanced at it twice, then let out a sneer: "Although this flying sword is good, but Fang Ling is really too naïve, he thinks that with a good flying sword, he can fool me? Who doesn't know, our Lu family's children use hooks." ”

"Hmph, you nonsense, I see that you are clearly with Fang Ling, I will let you ...... today"

When the middle-aged monk heard Lu Wanlin's words, he immediately panicked, he fell to his knees again with a thud, and said loudly: "Ancestor Lu, I can swear that this flying sword was definitely given to me by Fang Ling, besides, I really have nothing to do with that Fang Ling!"

Just as he was speaking, he saw Lan Pingzi, who was standing on the side, suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the flying sword from Lu Wanlin's hand, he carefully looked at the flying sword with his divine sense, and his face suddenly showed a trace of anger, and he said with a roar in his words: "You tell me, who gave you this flying sword?"

"Yes, it's Fang Ling!" the middle-aged monk knelt on the ground, his voice filled with endless grief. Isn't he just a little arrogant when he was walking, why did he end up in this step? All of you in front of you, if you move your lips, he will die without a place to be buried.

"Then let me ask you, what about the owner of this flying sword? You tell me, where is the owner of this flying sword?" As Lan Pingzi spoke, his big thin hand directly raised the middle-aged monk.

The cultivation of the middle-aged monk during the foundation building period would not make him feel suffocated, but the power of Lan Pingzi's skyrocketing was not easy to provoke.

"The junior really hasn't seen it!" The middle-aged monk said sadly: "The junior is just an ordinary monk, just bring a letter to Fang Ling, that person, the junior really hasn't seen any of them!"

Lan Pingzi looked like this, who didn't know that the owner of this flying sword had an extraordinary relationship with Lan Pingzi? Even Lu Wanlin's face began to become solemn.

As the Ancestor of the Yuanying, Lan Pingzi's cultivation in many aspects is still very good, and he snorted and said, "Then you tell me, what did Fang Ling bring me?"

"This senior, you are ......" The middle-aged monk didn't know Lan Pingzi, hesitated for a moment, and asked Lan Pingzi softly.

Lan Pingzi said angrily: "I'm Lan Pingzi!"

If in the past, with Lan Pingzi's identity, he would never take the initiative to report his name to an ordinary monk, but the owner of this flying sword is too important to him, nominally, this person is a descendant of his Lan Pingzi, but in fact, Lan Pingzi occasionally went down the mountain and met a woman he liked, the son who was born.

With his status as Lan Pingzi, even if he said that this person was his son, it didn't matter, but for the sake of his reputation, Lan Pingzi still put him incognito and brought him into the Canglan Sword Sect as an ordinary descendant.

Although this kid has not yet reached the time to cast a magic weapon, after all, blood is thicker than water, and Lan Pingzi still looks at his biological son differently. did not hesitate to use great mana, and specially helped his son refine a flying sword that could be called a magic weapon, but it was much weaker than a magic weapon.

This son relied on the flying sword and his prestige as Lan Pingzi to make a fortune in the Canglan Sword Sect. But he didn't expect that today's flying sword would fall into the hands of this person who interrogated Fang Ling.

is old and has a son, so Lan Pingzi is quite spoiled for this occasional son, and he can't help but be a little out of shape at this time.

"Ancestor, that Fang Ling said that as long as his disciple loses a single hair, he will take your disciple to fight his life!" the middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and said to Lan Pingzi in a fifteen-ten. (To be continued......)

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