Jiang Fan is worried for Yi Yun! But where is Yi Yun?
But Yi Yun didn't look scared at all: "Senior brother Jiang Fan, what are you afraid of? Are you still afraid of that old dog Wanyang? Huh! If he dares to do anything, I will make him regret it! ~Besides, let you follow yourself
They go down the mountain, and you face those despicable guys alone. I'm not too worried. Wan Yang might stab you in the back at some point! Forget it, let's go together, and we'll have someone to look after each other. Don't worry, I'm fine.
of……"
Seeing that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, Jiang Fan had no choice but to give up: "Oh! That's right, you really don't have to be afraid of Wan Yang. Lan Jian's strength is not inferior to Wan Yang. You haven't killed him yet.
Yang, haha! It seems that I am over-hearted, but Wan Yang is cunning and cunning by nature, and you don’t fully understand him yet. I advise you to be careful!"
"Don't worry! Senior brother, Wan Yang can't do anything to me! Okay, it's late, go to bed, pack up tomorrow morning, we are going down the mountain..."
"Well..." Jiang Fan watched Yi Yun return to his room, looked at his back, and sighed: "Alas! Junior brother Yi Yun, are you confident, or are you so broad-minded that you don't care? I'm really fucked by you.
I'm confused... That's it! That's it! Let's go to bed early..." After thinking about it, Jiang Fan also returned to his room and went to rest early...
Early the next morning, Wan Yang led a group of disciples, along with Jiang Fan and Yi Yun, and prepared to follow Beijian and others to leave Tianyimen.
The leader, Master Yuan Yuan, gave instructions: "Junior Brother Wan Yang, take good care of Junior Brother Jiang Fan and Junior Brother Yi Yun!"
Wan Yang's heart skipped a beat. The master called Jiang Fan and Yi Yun his junior disciples. The strong ones in the world of cultivation were respected. Could it be that the master saw something? Then Jiang Fan, the master of the weapon refining hall, is understandable.
, but this Yi Yun, who is only at the 9th level of Lingxu, is allowed to be called his junior disciple by the leader. This shows his cultivation...
"Don't worry! I will take good care of your two junior brothers!" After saying that, Wan Yang looked back at Yi Yun, his eyes full of provocation.
What about Yi Yun? He didn't grab him at all. Instead, he made Wan Yang very angry.
At this time, a young man ran from a distance. After the young man ran over, he bowed to the sword on his back and saluted: "Benefactor, walk slowly!"
"Yeah!" Back Sword nodded and smiled in return.
Then, this young man came to Yi Yun's side. I'm afraid Yi Yun doesn't know about this yet!
"Yi Yun...Uncle Master!" The young man finally called out in a difficult voice.
Yi Yun chuckled: "Mr. Wang, you and I are friends from the same village, why are we so different? Just call me Yi Yun!"
Wang Nan burst into tears and hugged Yi Yun. Yi Yun didn't know what was going on. When the three people carrying swords heard that Yi Yun said that they were from the same village as Wang Nan, their hearts sank, and their faces showed
grief……
"Okay, okay! Stop crying, what's wrong with you?"
Yi Yun patted Wang Nan on the back and comforted him. Although they had a little friction in the village before, it was just a fight between children. Now, both of them have matured and there is no need for them.
As for resenting each other over such trivial things.
Wang Nan choked and said: "Our village... is gone..."
Yi Yun was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what it meant. Wang Nan whispered again: "Some time ago, I sent a disciple from the Central Military Commission back to his hometown to take a look. Our village and many nearby villages were all destroyed by corpse refining."
It swept across, our Wolong Village is gone... nothing is left..."
"Grandpa...grandma..." Yi Yun clenched his fists, his eyes red: "Tell me! Who is behind the scenes?"
Wang Nan looked at the sword on his back. He should know more about this matter than himself.
He walked over with his sword on his back and patted Yi Yun on the shoulder: "Little friend! Behind the corpse refining, it is very likely that there are wronged souls from the underground royal tombs, and they need to absorb the soul-crushing power to make themselves stronger!"
Yi Yun's fists clenched loudly: "Underground Royal Tombs? Another Underground Royal Tombs..."