In the Yunling tribe that has returned to normal, people seem to have not seen the sun of heaven for too long, and they all reach out to block the light of the sky.

In the central area of ​​Yunling Division, Kun Wuzi woke up first, looked around, with confusion in his eyes, and then began to think, and then he ended up in vain. He couldn't think of what happened, and he couldn't remember many things, just as if someone had erased the previous memories.

Looking at the others around him, Kun Wuzi immediately shouted: "Huanglong, what are you doing? Standing there stupidly, hurry up and practice."

Huang Long on the other side heard the sound, covered his head and moved for a while, then he said in confusion: "Okay."

"By the way, is there any news about Yuan'er coming from the tribe? He has disappeared for so long." Seeing that Huang Long was about to practice hard, Kun Wuzi asked.

Thinking of Xingyuan, Huang Long scratched his head, then shook his head and said, "No, Xingyuan has been away from the tribe for so long, nothing will happen."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and practice."

When Kun Wuzi heard Huang Long's guess, he felt nervous and then urged him.

Then Huang Long went to the tribe's exit and prepared to go to his own cultivation site.

Seeing all this, Xingyuan smiled, his eyes filled with the happiness of the past, as if he had returned to the appearance of the young boy back then. He was ridiculed by his clan members and could not be activated by demons. He followed Kun Wuzi out to hunt every day and honed his fighting skills to kill.

"Ying'er, come out." Xingyuan released Ying'er from the ring. At this moment, Ying'er's eyes were closed. After the core power of the demon world was swallowed up, Chunhun the earth and Ying'er was also one of the people who were resurrected.

Xingyuan used some tricks to Ying'er, so that Ying'er's memory would stay in the Yunling tribe. Too complicated memory was not a good thing for Ying'er.

After doing all this, Ying'er's eyelashes moved, and then gradually opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xingyuan waiting on the side, and then instinctively shouted: "Brother Xingyuan!"

"It's me." Xingyuan smiled and said happily.

"It's really you!" At this time, Ying'er had already stood up, touched Xingyuan's arm in disbelief, and then rushed into Xingyuan's arms cheerfully, with tears breaking apart and being unable to control it.

"Where have you been going in the past few years? Do you know that we are all worried about death? Woo woo..." Ying'er cried with the rain, and Xingyuan kept comforting her.

"Silly girl, am I back now? Stop crying, be good."

After crying for a while, Ying'er calmed down and kept sobbing, her voice intermittently, making Xingyuan laugh.

"Hmph! You dare to laugh." Ying'er punched a small pink fist in Xingyuan's chest.

"Let's go, let's go back. Grandpa and Huanglong's tribe members have been waiting for us for a long time." Xingyuan patted Ying'er's shoulder and said.

"Um."

Ying'er was still sobbing, and then agreed.

Xingyuan held Ying'er's little hand. For a moment, Ying'er felt a flash in front of her eyes. She saw clearly around again but found that she had arrived outside the entrance of Yunling tribe.

"This..." Ying'er was a little dumbfounded and looked at Xingyuan incredibly: "Brother Xingyuan, are you... your cultivation level?"

Xingyuan smiled and touched Ying'er's head, then said with a cunning smile: "Let's go."

After saying that, Xingyuan stepped forward and walked into the Yunling tribe. Ying'er looked at Xingyuan's back from behind, unable to speak for a long time. The previous scene made Ying'er a little difficult to understand, but at this time Xingyuan's figure was almost gone, Ying'er then trotted and chased after him.

When they entered the Yunling tribe, the people living at the entrance looked at Xingyuan, then turned their eyes away, but then looked back.

"That young man... looks really familiar."

"He seems to be alone, and he is... the grandson of the patriarch! Xingyuan! That's right."

"What are you talking nonsense? The Xingyuan Young Tribe has been missing for so long. How could it appear suddenly? I heard that the tribe is discussing the establishment of the new junior tribe."

"No, he really looks like the Young Master Xingyuan!"

"What does it seem? He is the Young Master Xingyuan!" A fat man of the same age as Xingyuan exclaimed. He seemed to be Xingyuan's playmate when he was a child, and then shouted loudly at the entire tribe: "The Young Master is back! The Young Master Xingyuan is back!"

The little fat man's voice was very loud, penetrating the entire tribe, and then the entire tribe completely revived, and even those who were not fully awake woke up suddenly.

The entire Yunling tribe was shocked, with some joy and some worry among them. There were all kinds of people. Of course, Kun Wuzi was excited. He was the first to rush towards the entrance of Yunling tribe. Huang Long, who was about to walk out of Yunling tribe, forced a turn around and ran towards Xingyuan.

Almost everyone ran towards the entrance of Yunling tribe to see if this waste young tribe who had disappeared for a long time was really back.

Ying'er also appeared behind Xingyuan at this time. Looking at everyone, thinking about the scene from Xingyuan before, she was very sure that Xingyuan was no longer the waste young clan of that year.

"Dear tribes, I'm back." Xingyuan looked at everyone, nodded, and said happily.

For Xingyuan, the Yunling tribe was undoubtedly very concerned. Xingyuan's words shocked everyone again. Indeed, the 15-year-old wasteful young tribe who was still unable to be demonized was really back.

"Yuan'er!" The crowd gradually dispersed a road, and Kun Wuzi appeared in front of Xingyuan with his clan members.

At this time, Kun Wuzi's complex expression on his face was full of joy and cried out like joy. He ran towards Xingyuan and hugged Xingyuan in his arms. Only then did he realize that Xingyuan was already one head higher than his, and then he burst into tears: "He has grown taller, haha..."

Kun Wuzi's laughter was filled with tears and extremely sadness.

"I worry you, grandpa." Xingyuan also hugged Kun Wuzi tightly. Although men's feelings are all subtle, Xingyuan doesn't want to hide his emotions at this moment.

"Okay, okay, just come back, just come back, don't leave in the future. During these days, my grandfather couldn't sleep every night, and when he went to bed, he dreamed that you had an accident. You must not leave your clan members." Kun Wuzi wanted to say that he should not leave him, but he still changed his words and said that he was a clan member.

Xingyuan was about to answer the answer to comfort Kun Wuzi, but Kun Wuzi suddenly pinched Xingyuan's body and said, "Yuan'er, your body... your cultivation level!!"

The expression on Kun Wuzi's face was so shocked that it was endless. He looked at Xingyuan and waited for the answer. Xingyuan nodded with a smile, indicating that his cultivation had indeed broken through.

"Have your cultivation reached this level in just a short time? Even grandpa doesn't know your cultivation." Kun Wuzi looked at Xingyuan for Xingyuan's answer.

Xing Yuan was stunned for a moment, thinking about how to tell Kun Wuzi his cultivation. If he told him the truth, he might make Kun Wuzi feel angry all of a sudden. Then Xing Yuan lies kindly: "I have received help from noble people, and my luck is pretty good. With the right time, place and people, my cultivation has reached the ancient realm."
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