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The next morning, Xiao Chengfan sent his father and son on the Xunniao. The battle was about to begin, and people in the Yan clan must have been panicked. Yan Li was very satisfied that he could come to attend his birthday banquet under such circumstances.
, now, he must go back and take charge of the overall situation.
Yan Li waved and said with a faint smile: "Father, we are leaving."
"Grandpa Xiao, I will come back after we destroy the city lord's mansion." Yan Ting shouted confidently.
Xiao Chengfan stopped talking and watched them go away with a smile. Looking at the black spots gradually disappearing in the sky, there was only a long sigh left in the world.
The father and son stood on the flying bird and looked into the distance. Yan Ting thought that this battle would break out after he broke through Yuan Luo, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. Fortunately, the Yan clan already had the ability to compete with the City Lord's Mansion.
qualifications.
"At Ting, how confident are you that you can deal with those five hundred cavalry by yourself?" Yan Li asked.
"Ten percent." Yan Ting replied without thinking, and then a sinister look appeared on his face: "And I will use the most cruel and ruthless way to crush them, as well as those so-called geniuses of the Imperial College, I
We must severely defeat them and then destroy them!"
After hearing Yan Ting's words, Yan Li was shocked, but he soon relaxed. They were enemies who would never stop fighting, so why should they hold back? When they injured Yan Qu and fourteen other disciples, they also
Also merciless.
In half a day, the father and son saw the Red Feather City, hovering over the Red Feather City. As expected, Yan Ting saw that some black armored cavalry were deployed around the Yan Clan. They surrounded the Yan Clan completely. If anyone sneaked out of the Yan Clan,
Nothing can escape their eyes.
They don't care if the Yan people go out, but they don't care whether they can come back safely. All they have to do is monitor the Yan people.
The flying bird fell into the Yan Clan's martial arts training ground. The father and son came down from above. It was the time for the great elder to train the Yan Clan's children. Hundreds of disciples were practicing uniformly in the martial arts training ground. When they saw a big bird falling, they were all nervous.
They were tense and looked solemn. But when they saw that the people coming down were Yan Li and Yan Ting, they were all relieved.
"Master!"
"Brother Ting!"
Hundreds of people gathered around. Yan Ting patted the flying bird, letting it stay here for a while, and then hugged the descendants of the Yan tribe who had gathered around. Yan Li touched the little heads of several young men who were only seven or eight years old.
, showing a kind smile.
"Are you okay?" Yan Ting asked worriedly.
Everyone shook their heads, and one of the disciples said: "No, but the cavalry are surrounding us outside, and our comings and goings will be recorded by them and reported to the city lord's palace. Many people were injured because of this."
Yan Ting's fists suddenly clenched, and the crisp crackling sound struck everyone's heart like a big bell.
Yan Jili, the great elder of the Yan clan, came over and said with a wry smile: "Master, Ating, you are back."
"Great Elder." Yan Ting clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "In two days, there will be a competition in Chiyu City. Please organize it and select the ten with the highest cultivation among the Yan tribe's disciples to participate in the competition with me.
Compare."
Yan Jili frowned, with a slightly ugly expression on his face: "Ating, there are people out there targeting the Yan people, are you going to..."
"After the Akabane City Competition, we will go to war with the City Lord's Mansion!"
This short sentence came out of Yan Ting's mouth in only half a breath, but when it fell in everyone's ears, it came in hastily and dispersed slowly like a turbulent flood, leaving people with no chance to react.
It left an extremely heavy shock.
Yan Jili did not speak. He looked at Yan Li, as if he wanted to find the answer from Yan Li, but Yan Li just smiled and nodded. This nod also completely shattered the last trace of forbearance in Yan Jili's heart.
"Is the war finally going to start? I have long wanted to destroy the city lord's palace. I have been so frustrated these days. The family's property is being eaten away by them bit by bit. We can only watch and cannot resist."
"I can't wait to rush into the city lord's palace right now and crush them to ashes to vent the hatred in my heart."
"Master, we must follow you when the time comes. Even if our cultivation is low, if we can catch someone from the City Lord's Mansion, I will definitely stab him to death with a sword without mercy."
"Mengran is even hurt. We can't swallow this breath no matter what."
…
What made Yan Li happy was that not one of the hundreds of disciples in the audience was timid, but rather high-spirited and passionate. This undoubtedly gave him great courage and confidence. It seemed that he was too timid. As a
Patriarch, this really shouldn’t be the case.
Yan Ting's eyes darkened, with an anxious look on his face. He stretched out his hand
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He grabbed one of the disciples and said, "Yan Lin, what do you think happened to Mengran? Why was she injured?"
The disciple named Yan Lin was caught by Yan Ting, and his head was buzzing immediately. He said vaguely: "Mengran was... injured by those people from the Imperial Academy. If the head of the family hadn't arrived in time,
Well, Mengran didn’t know yet..."
"These beasts!" Before Yan Lin finished speaking, Yan Ting roared suddenly, and a majestic aura suddenly exploded around him, shaking dozens of people around him back. They looked at Yan Ting with shock in their eyes.
He was shocked that Yan Ting was so powerful.
Yan Li put a hand on Yan Ting's shoulder, instantly releasing all the violent energy from his body. He said calmly: "A Ting, go and see Meng Ran first." Then, he looked at Yan Jili and said:
"Ji Li, call everyone to the hall. I want to say something."
Yan Jili followed the order and retreated. Yan Ting walked hurriedly to Yan Mengran's room. He didn't see her in the room, so he went to the backyard and found Yan Mengran sitting in the backyard accompanied by several maids.
chat.
"Mengran!"
Yan Ting called softly, and Yan Mengran, who had her back turned to Yan Ting, trembled first. After taking three breaths, she confirmed the owner of the voice and suddenly turned around.
"Brother!" Yan Mengran showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, but when Yan Ting saw her appearance, his heart was severely pinched.
Yan Mengran's face was pale, and she was sitting on a chair with a white scarf wrapped around her forehead. Her face was bloodless, her lips were dry, and her whole body was so weak that she was even worse than a mother who had just given birth to a baby.
He dismissed the maid with a wave of his hand, walked up to Meng Ran, and reached out to touch her face. The cold touch spread to his palms, his lips trembled, his palms quickly retracted, and the corners of his eyes were already red.
"Who did it?" Yan Ting's cold words made Yan Mengran feel a chill. She had never seen her brother have such an expression. What she liked was the brother who always liked to smile playfully in front of her and make her happy.
, instead of the murderous and hateful brother he is now.
She smiled and covered her brother's face with her thin jade hands. However, this smile fell into Yan Ting's eyes, but it was endless torture.
"I'm fine. I'm just so weak now that I can't eat. Is daddy back?"
After not seeing each other for half a year, she grew up and learned to hide her sadness and emotions, leaving the gentlest side to the person she loved most. However, how could she hide this from Yan Ting.
He hates that he is not strong enough to let his family suffer this kind of torture.
If he were a Yuan Luo, even if he was only at the Yuan Luo realm, he could break into the city lord's mansion right now and turn it upside down.
But he doesn't have that ability.
"I'm back, Mengran, eat this." Yan Ting smiled with tears in his eyes. He took out a pill and fed it into Yan Mengran's mouth. It was passed down from Bai Gu and is useful for healing injuries.
Extremely high effect.
Yan Mengran ate obediently, and Yan Ting patted her little head and said softly: "Don't worry, in a short while, the Yan tribe will be free. Those who hurt you, I will let them live...
…more painful than death!”
Yan Ting almost squeezed out the last few words through gritted teeth. He turned and left without giving Yan Mengran a chance to stop him.
Yan Mengran was unable to stand up and could only watch her brother leave. She knew that this time her father and brother came back to fight to the death with the City Lord's Mansion. In this war, no one could be sure to devour the other in one breath, otherwise
, and it won’t be dragged around anymore.
How to fight them?
In the Yan Clan Hall, Yan Li, Yan Ting and his son, eight elders, two housekeepers, and all Yan Clan children above the fifth level of the Earth Yuan Realm gathered here, a total of 650 people.
This is the Yan Clan's strongest lineup, but it is still far behind the City Lord's Mansion.
"We, the sons of the Yan tribe, the situation of the Yan tribe has been witnessed by everyone these days. The old thief Meng Yuan has oppressed the Yan tribe for many years. Now, it is time for us to fight back. In two days, there will be a big competition in Chiyu City between us and the city lord's palace.
At the time of the decisive battle, now, I give you two choices. Those who are willing to follow me to fight against the City Lord's Mansion. Those who are willing to stand here and are willing to preserve the bloodline for the Yan clan and lay the foundation for a comeback in the future. Leave now, pack your luggage, and take the rest with you.
If we win, you will come back; if we fail, you must endure it until you are able to take revenge."
Yan Li's voice echoed throughout the hall like a yellow bell, and a roaring thunder exploded in everyone's ears.
"Leaving is not escaping, nor is it cowardice. In this battle, the winning rate is only 50-50, and no one is absolutely sure of winning. But if we lose, you will be the last fire of the Yan tribe, so don't worry about leaving.
Our ancestors scolded you for being cowardly, now, make your decision."
Yan Ting looked indifferent, but what surprised him was that no one left or even moved slightly. They stood straight on the spot with firm eyes.
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Looking at Yan Li.
"Master." Yan Qu suppressed his face and shouted in the loudest voice: "I must personally settle the feud between the Yan clan and the city lord's mansion, and I will never retreat."
"Yes, it is better to fight happily and die generously than to live in this world. Moreover, it is not certain who will win."
"Master, I swear to the death and will not retreat. I will live and die with the Yan clan."
…
Voices of death echoed one after another, impassioned. Although they knew what the end would be, no one backed down. These were the children of the Yan tribe.
There was a slight turmoil in Yan Li's eyes, but the next moment, he immediately became firm again and said loudly: "In this case, we will go back and prepare. In the past two days, we will adjust the condition to the best and sharpen all the weapons for me.
The Queen of Heaven is fighting to the death with the City Lord's Mansion."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Deafening shouts rang out in the hall. Looking at these children, all under the age of twenty-five, Yan Li's eyes were filled with blurry tears.
It was the same way when they faced those people back then!
After all the disciples were dispersed, only the eighth elder and two housekeepers were left here. They were the true core of the Yan clan, six Yuan Luo realm masters, and four late Tian Yuan masters.
"Now we just need to wait for the answers from those families. After all, the current strength is still weaker than the City Lord's Mansion." Yan Li said: "What is the answer from the Wuji Mercenary Group?"
"Go home, Lord, the martial-level mercenary group heard that Ating is back. Centurion Gu Chen has agreed to cooperate with the Yan tribe to fight against the city lord's mansion. However, the mercenary group cannot participate openly after all, so they can only use some
How to contain the reinforcements from the City Lord's Mansion, but as for the frontal battlefield, we still have to rely on ourselves." Yan Jili responded.
Yan Li nodded. He was satisfied that the martial-level mercenary group could do this. Helping a family to destroy the lord of a city would ultimately have some impact on the reputation of the martial-level mercenary group. However,
If they can hold off their reinforcements, the Yan tribe in the city will be sure to win.
"The trouble now is that with the 500-man cavalry surrounding the Yan tribe, our middle and lower-level forces are already at a disadvantage. Now that Mengyuan has those 500 cavalry to help, the hope of winning this battle is very slim."
The second elder, Yan Ling, said with a sad look on his face.
"I will deal with those five hundred people, so you don't have to worry." Yan Ting said indifferently.
Everyone's eyes were shocked. Yan Jili showed an angry look on his face and cursed: "Nonsense, Ating. With the cooperation of five hundred border cavalry, twenty late-stage Tianyuan are no match. How can you compete alone? I don't know."
Agree."
"A Ting, don't underestimate them. The border army is no joke. Although their cultivation levels generally range from the late Earth Yuan to the early Tian Yuan, those twenty commanders are all masters of the late Tian Yuan. When they are really exhausted, one early Yuan Luo
You may not be able to get rid of them." Yanque frowned.
Yan Ting smiled calmly: "I am absolutely sure. Please believe me. You just need to fight with all your strength. I guarantee that none of the five hundred cavalry will affect your decisive battle."
Seeing that Yan Ting was still so stubborn, Yan Jili faced Yan Li and said hurriedly: "Master, please say a few words."
Yan Li waved his hand: "I believe Ating, you don't need to worry about so much. Be prepared next time. This will be a deadly battle. We must not lose. Otherwise, even if the Wuji mercenary group delays the reinforcements, Ating will be defeated."
It won't help if we take out the cavalry, so everyone should go back."
"This... well, okay, I just happened to go meet the commander named Yin Yan to see how much kungfu he, the so-called commander of the forbidden army, has learned on the border." Yan Jili waved his robe and exhaled.
Xie, it is the realm of sixth level Yuan Luo.
The old housekeeper Yan Hui chuckled and said, "I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. Let's see how much cultivation I have left."
"After waiting for so long, it's finally this moment. I've wanted to meet them for a long time." Yan Ling stretched out, his face full of teasing.
Yan Ting looked at her for a week and asked, "Why didn't Aunt Luo Yin come back?"
I didn't see Yan Luoyin the last time I went home, so why don't I see her now?
"This time we are able to unite all the families to resist the city lord's palace, and your Aunt Luo Yin is indispensable. If she hadn't gone all over the family and spent all her time talking, we would not have the confidence to fight this battle. Your Aunt Luo Yin will be back soon.
"
Yan Li looked outside the hall. The sun gradually set and hung on the horizon. The orange-red sunset began to shine on the earth. The setting sun was the city lord's palace.