Bai Gu sighed, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Now you know why he beat you like this, right? He is afraid that you will follow in the footsteps of Xiao Qingyan. Qingyan is a child with terrifying talents and unparalleled intelligence.
But he placed too much emphasis on friendship. In order to protect everyone, he pushed the battlefield fifty miles to the center of the ice field. In the end, he had no time to retreat and was besieged by three monsters and died."
"So when the third elder heard that you were going to fight in Fengyuntai, he was in a particularly bad mood. He didn't want you to participate in any fights. Spending these ten years peacefully is better than anything else."
Yan Ting's expression was solemn. He lay on the bed, his head resting on his arms, like a soulless skin.
"It was also because of the loss of a son in middle age that the third elder could not bear the pain and fell into inner demons. He had not made any progress in his cultivation for twenty years. He seemed to have aged dozens of years and was completely unlike a strong Yuanzong man. Until he met you.
, he got better, Yan Ting, it was you who saved him, but if something happened to you, how could you let him live?" Bai Gu spoke slowly and thoughtfully.
Everyone can understand the pain of losing a child, but not everyone can experience it. When it really comes, you will feel that your world is about to collapse.
"Grandpa Xiao..." Yan Ting whispered softly. His tears had dried up. He buried his head between his arms and stopped talking.
Bai Gu stood up and said slowly: "I'm telling you this because I want you to understand the Third Elder. His expectations for you are no less than Qingyan, so he doesn't want you to be harmed. He
I have already lost his son, and I don’t want to lose you as my grandson because of this.”
"You should have a good rest."
After saying that, Bai Gu turned and left.
Buyunya was silent for a while and said to Yan Ting: "Senior Brother Yan, I'm going to practice. Please take care of your health."
"Well, take this." When Yan Ting heard that Buyunya was going to practice, he raised his head and threw a space ring towards Buyunya.
After Buyunya caught it, he opened it and saw a pile of Yuan stones inside. He asked: "This is..."
"In one month, I want to see that your cultivation level is the eighth level of earth element. In addition, there are two hundred yuan stones in it. You can go to the south courtyard to try body tempering. Don't go all the time. It's too expensive. Go there twice.
That's enough. If it's the North Courtyard, you can live there. For the missing Yuan Stone, you tell Elder Hou that you owe it first, and I'll make up for it."
"Senior brother..." Buyunya burst into tears.
"If you want to go out and cry, I was beaten like this all because of your failure. If you had broken through to the Yuan Luo realm earlier, there would still be fights. Just let me rest for a while. Don't waste your time.
The soul of Taixu Divine Light Grass, go." Yan Ting buried his head again and waved his hand towards Buyunya.
Buyunya bit his lip, suppressing the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes. He wiped his arms and said firmly: "Don't worry, whoever dares to touch you will be beaten to death by me."
The corners of Yan Ting's lips raised slightly, and he chuckled: "Then I'll wait."
Who would have thought that the simple conversation between the two teenagers would come true in the battle that shocked the seven nations two years later. In that battle, Yan Ting was no longer one against a hundred, but one against a thousand.
When life was on the verge of collapse, Buyunya used his heaven-defying power to reverse the world and save Yan Ting from the desperate situation.
"Oh, there is one more thing that I forgot to tell you, senior brother. There seems to be a burglar in our house. When I went back from the North Courtyard half a month ago, all the doors fell down, and then four doors in the room fell down. I told the concubine
Senior Sister Ling, her attitude seemed to be very unconcerned, she just said lightly, as long as her life is not in danger."
Yan Ting: "..."
Another maintenance fee!
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Buyunya left, and in the afternoon, Qin Feiling came. With her were Mo Xuanzhang, Lin Jue, Chu Tianyuan and others. The room that had been quiet for two hours became lively again.
"That hundred-day mighty stick almost sent you away." Mo Xuanzhang smiled and patted Yan Ting's shoulder, which made Yan Ting feel dizzy and knocked his hand off.
"You just came here, didn't you bring something good?" Yan Ting asked tentatively.
Concubine Qin
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Ling sat by the bed angrily, took out two bottles, one red and one blue, and placed them next to Yan Ting's head.
"Ah, isn't this the great beauty of Qin? We haven't seen her for half a month, but her style is still the same." Yan Ting started her journey of being a bitch.
Qin Feiling glared at him and slapped him on the back, which made Yan Ting scream in pain, which broke his heart.
"I'm a wounded person, what's wrong with your slap? Slap me on the back, hiss-" Yan Ting took a breath and bared his teeth, making everyone burst into laughter.
Qin Feiling slowly removed the gauze on his back, revealing the slightly scabbed back that was bleeding with a mixture of blood, water and pus. When she saw the long mark left five years ago, Qin Feiling's eyes suddenly
He frowned, picked up the blue bottle, opened the cap, and carefully shook it on Yan Ting's back. The powder inside lightly sprinkled out, and Yan Ting's face instantly darkened.
"Ah——" Yan Ting trembled all over, his muscles spasmed, his scalp was numb, and he let out a heart-breaking scream.
"What's your name?" Qin Feiling's sharp voice penetrated Yan Ting's eardrums, calming his body from jumping up in pain.
Yan Ting pointed at his back with trembling fingers and squeezed out one word with great difficulty: "It hurts!"
"Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt? Why didn't you feel pain when someone stabbed you? Now that you know it hurts, what did you do before?"
Qin Feiling slapped Yan Ting on the back of the head and shouted at him, causing the people on the side to have nothing to do. Some were looking at the scenery, some were playing with flowers, some were chatting awkwardly, and two others were chatting awkwardly.
Personally, just close your eyes, out of sight and out of mind.
After spreading the powder all over Yan Ting's back, Qin Feiling picked up the red bottle again. Yan Ting, who was still in shock, shouted: "Wait a minute!"
"What?"
"Does this hurt?"
"This doesn't hurt."
"It really doesn't hurt?"
"It really doesn't hurt."
There was a medicinal liquid in the red bottle, and the red liquid went up his back. Hysterical roars reverberated throughout the room. Everyone's eardrums felt like they were about to be torn apart by the roar. Yan Ting was like a dazed beast, venting his inner feelings to his heart's content.
Original animal nature.
After a period of miserable screams, Yan Ting finally calmed down a little. He stared at Qin Feiling with his two sad eyes, and said in a tone of despair after being deceived: "Didn't you say, no?
Does it hurt?"
Concubine Qin Lingliu, who was arranging the medicine bottles, frowned with an impatient look on her face: "It hurts a little bit. Such a grown man is afraid of pain. Are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, can you not die? Who is used to being afraid of pain?
you?"
After a chatty education, Qin Feiling repackaged Yan Ting with gauze.
After staying for a while, Yan Ting finally came to his senses. After spending hundreds of breaths of despair, he suddenly discovered that there was not only Qin Feiling here, but also Mo Xuanzhang and the others.
"Are you here specifically to see me?" Yan Ting asked.
Mo Xuanzhang sat beside the bed, and the rest of the people also found their seats. Yan Ting looked at everyone suspiciously, this was the rhythm of doing something big.
In this room, there are ten people including Yan Ting, Qin Feiling, Mo Xuanzhang, Lin Jue, Chu Tianyuan, Tang Li, Yan Po, Gu Xiao, Chi Lian and Xiao Lingze. The ones with the highest cultivation level, Qin Feiling, Yuan
The one with the lowest cultivation level is Xiao Lingze, who is at the second level of the Luo realm and the second level of the Tianyuan realm. With such a lineup, it seems that they don’t have the strength to do big things.
Mo Xuanzhang was silent for a while and said: "What happened this month happened very suddenly. I suddenly understood that it is impossible for each of us to stand in this inner courtyard and fight independently. Among the ten new students in our inner courtyard, there is not a single one."
There are helpers, but now we are involved in such a trouble, it is very difficult to fight alone."
Yan Ting was noncommittal, but Mo Xuanzhang was right. Gu Feichun alone could not do anything to him, but the three people with him combined, this was such a powerful force, even in the Tianyuan realm alone, there were as many as
There are three hundred and seventy-seven people, and all of them are mid-to-late-level masters. Just five or six of them are enough to defeat half of them.
The fight is finally settled, but
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In five months, he will have a battle with Gu Feichun, and then he will face Yuan Luo. Among other things, morale is really important. He needs a force, a force that can help him fight against Gu Feichun and others.
"Then you mean...an alliance?" Yan Ting remembered that more than half a month ago, the day before the fight between him and Gu Feichun, Mo Xuanzang and three people were discussing an alliance, but they had different opinions at the time, so
Not achieved.
But now, everyone is gathered together. It is obvious that they have discussed it in advance and have the same opinion before coming here.
"Yes, alliance!" Mo Xuanzhang said bluntly without beating around the bush.
"With our current strength, only by gathering together can we continue to grow stronger in this inner courtyard. We have you and me in the Tianyuan realm, Fei Ling and two senior brothers Lin Jue and Chu Tianyuan in the Yuanluo realm. We have to fight against someone like Gu Feichun.
It's not difficult to have that kind of power, as long as we advance slowly like this, when they all break through Yuan Luo, life will be easier."
Yan Ting nodded, then looked at Qin Feiling and asked, "Are you getting involved too?"
"I'm also a disciple of the inner courtyard, and I'm in the same class as you, why can't I have some fun?" Qin Feiling crossed her legs, opened her slender fingers and fiddled with them, and said casually.
"The idea is quite good, but the process, breaking through Yuan Luo, is easy to say. Senior Brother Lin Jue and the others also spent two years to break through. How did they survive two years?" Yan Ting said.
"Everyone in the inner courtyard knows about your battle in Fengyuntai. With your reputation, we can recruit some old students. Regardless of whether they are loyal or not, as long as they can control the situation, two years will not be long or short.
Enough."
Mo Xuanzhang's words woke Yan Ting up. Why didn't he think of it? He fought such a tragic battle in Fengyuntai, which was enough to prove his talent. This influence is not small, although it is not a good influence.
The old students in the inner courtyard are not idiots. Although they are strong, most of them are relatively strong compared to the younger students. Moreover, many of them do not have strong backgrounds and are not favored among their peers. Joining an alliance with outstanding talents will not be good for them.
For them, it is a guarantee. Especially those inner court disciples who are wandering in the early stage of Yuan Luo realm. They are the ones Yan Ting and the others need to recruit.
"Is this useful?" Yan Ting asked. It's not that he doesn't believe in Mo Xuanzhang, but in many cases, strength is greater than influence. Gu Feichun has a father who is the deputy captain of the law enforcement team. Of course, he is not now, but after all, he still has Yuan.
With Tao's peak strength, he has many friends in the inner courtyard. Not only are they willing to help him, but at least they won't stand against him easily.
Such as that Chu Yi!
Therefore, the alliance has more than enough to protect itself, but it is impossible to even out the situation in two or three years.
"Yes, if we form an alliance, it will be very attractive." Mo Xuanzhang grinned.
His eyes moved to Qin Feiling, causing Qin Feiling's eyes to turn cold, she stood up and said, "Want to die?"
"No, the attraction I'm talking about is talent." Mo Xuanzhang immediately looked back, pretending to be nonchalant.
Yan Ting laughed unkindly, and Qin Feiling slapped him on the back of the head again, then with a sweet snort, he sat down and continued to cross his legs.
Yan Ting, who was beaten, looked depressed. He glared at Mo Xuanzhang. Mo Xuanzhang frowned and thought: It's none of my business to commit suicide!
"Is this what you all planned?" Yan Ting asked the person behind Mo Xuanzhang.
"Well, we do need to stick together. Like the battle at Fengyuntai, you were taking too many risks. If we could become stronger quickly, such a thing would not happen." Chu Tianyuan said.
"We've even thought of a name for this alliance," Lin Jue said with a smile.
"Huh? What's the name?" Yan Ting became interested and wondered what good names these big men could come up with.
Mo Xuanzhang stood up, squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a wicked smile: "Yan Meng!"