Lu Li glanced sideways at Song Yizhi, "Song Yizhi, didn't you say you won't do bad things?"
Why do you turn around and think about fighting and killing again?
Could she be thinking about blowing up Huayu City with a thunder bomb again?!
"Just in case!" Song Yizhi said so confidently.
Lu Li had an "I don't believe it" look on his face.
Seeing Lu Li, who had learned to be smart, Song Yizhi was troubled for a second.
Senior Brother Lu is too smart to be deceived!
…
In the afternoon of that day, the group arrived outside Huayu City.
After everyone got down, Song Yizhi put Yun Zhou away and his eyes fell on Wei Ling.
"Let's go." As a native of Huayu City, Wei Ling took the initiative to lead the way forward.
While walking, Wei Ling pulled Song Yizhi to his side and whispered, "Song Yizhi, I don't know why I'm so panicked. I always feel like something is going to happen."
Ye Hanxing pulled Song Yizhi to block him in front of him.
Who is this?
How long has it been since they actually killed their ancestor in the middle stage of divine transformation twice!?
Is this the strength of the chief disciple of the Changqiu Sect?
"Aren't you having fun yet?" Song Yizhi broke the silence and asked his brother.
The next second, Song Yiheng directly drew his sword and killed him.
"Let's go to your house first." Song Yizhi patted Wei Ling's arm and comforted him, and then said, "I happen to be staying at your house, so save some spiritual stones for me!"
Are you polite?!
Ye Hanxing smiled gently and politely, "No need to be polite, and I don't need you to treat me as my master."
Wei Ling held Song Yizhi's hand tightly, his body trembling with fear.
"Look at the blood stains, he died not long ago." Ye Hanxing said.
Song Yizhi walked up and pulled Wei Ling up and comforted him, "I believe Mr. Ye."
Song Yizhi said nothing and just wiped the blood on his hands.
…
…
Is it suitable?
Just as the father and daughter exchanged a few words, the ancestor of the Zhao family was chopped down by Song Yiheng's sword.
The door of the majestic mansion was split open with a sword, and the remaining half was hanging on the door frame, hesitant to speak. On the ground was the body of the guard with his body dismembered, and blood spattered on the wall.
Along the way, she looked at the corpses of those who died tragically, feeling angry and scared in her heart.
Ye Hanxing walked up to check it out, took out a Wenling Pill and gave it to Mrs. Wei to take.
In just a short time, living people died.
The ancestor of the Zhao family looked at the group of people who were overestimating their own capabilities, sneered and then hit Mrs. Wei with a palm.
"bump--"
"Despicable!" the head of the Wei family roared angrily.
Wei Ling: "..."
When he arrived at the door of Wei's house, Wei Ling paused, and then all the energy in his body seemed to be drained away.
Ye Hanxing walked up and took a quick look, then said in a warm voice, "It's not a big problem."
The head of the Wei family also looked a little solemn.
Looking at Mrs. Wei who was so angry and covered in blood, Wei Ling's eyes were red. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. She looked so helpless and pitiful.
She and Ye Hanxing walked up almost simultaneously, raising their hands to wipe away some blood.
After seeing this scene in the city, Wei Ling's uneasiness reached its peak.
"Father, I..."
Song Yizhi took out his magic weapon and built a barrier to prevent this group of disabled people from being affected again.
"Brother!" Song Yizhi looked at Song Yiheng anxiously.
Father! Mother!
They will be fine, they will be fine!
"Wei Ling!" Shen Zheng exclaimed and followed after him.
Looking at his father who was grasping the key points, Wei Ling's mouth twitched.
"Hahaha! Your Wei family is at the end of its rope now, let me see what else you can do!" Rampant laughter echoed in the main hall.
The ancestor of the Zhao family who died instantly was turned into a corpse and a demon. Before he could get up, he died again and was struck by Song Yiheng's sword again.
Wei Ling ran over and saw his mother fly out like a butterfly with broken wings and fell to the ground, vomiting a large mouthful of blood.
"Hurry up and hand over your sixth-grade magic weapon, and I can leave you a whole body!" The Zhao family ancestor's sinister voice sounded.
Is now the time to say this?
Being interrupted by Song Yizhi, Wei Ling's nervousness relaxed a little.
"My home..." Wei Ling opened her mouth with difficulty. Not knowing where she got the strength, she stood up again and pushed Shen Zheng's hand away and ran inside.
Entering the city, Song Yizhi found that there were very few pedestrians on the streets. The scene was like Peony City during wartime.
This is my biological father!
The ancestor of the Zhao family beat out the elders of the Wei family one by one, and then swaggered out with the head of the Zhao family.
The head of the Wei family finally felt relieved when he saw his wife's condition gradually getting better.
Song Yizhi was forced to accept Wei Ling's gift. She turned back and glanced sideways at Ye Hanxing.
Song Yiheng put away his sword, rubbed his wrist, and said gently and gracefully, "That's all."
Wei Ling naturally noticed it, and her expression became serious.
The response to Song Yiheng was still silence.
The head of the Wei family interrupted Wei Ling and said worriedly, "You must have been kicked back because you caused trouble in the Changqiu Sect, right?"
No, what are the backgrounds of these people?
"Wei Ling, shouldn't you be in the Changqiu Sect?" The head of the Wei family asked the question in his heart.
Wei Ling stumbled and ran inside. Several times she tripped over the hem of her skirt and almost fell.
"Mother!!" Wei Ling almost crawled to Mrs. Wei's side. She trembled with her hands and wanted to touch Mrs. Wei but did not dare to.
At this time, he had time to notice Song Yiheng, who was evenly matched with the ancestor of the Zhao family, and Mr. Ye, whom his daughter called Mr. Ye.
The head of the Zhao family looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, with fear in his eyes.
Wei Ling knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound, raised his hands and bent down to salute Ye Hanxing, "I beg Young Master Ye to help save my mother! I, Wei Ling, am willing to serve Young Master Ye as my master!"
The autumn wind mixed with the smell of blood blew by, and everything was quiet.
He couldn't bear this gift.
For the sake of Song Yizhi and her willingness to ask for medicine for her mother without hesitation, it was not impossible for me to take action.
Shen Zheng and others were chasing Wei Ling. It wasn't that they couldn't catch up, but in this case, they didn't want to or could stop her.
She pulled Song Yizhi and started running as they walked.
Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to support Wei Ling, and then handed the weak Wei Ling to Shen Zheng.
Song Yiheng nodded, waved away the pressure of the Transformation God stage, and moved inside.
Wei Ling looked at the Taoist and immortal Song Yiheng and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Mrs. Wei looked at her daughter who suddenly appeared, her eyes softened at first glance, "Aling, my Aling..."
"Don't even think about it!" Mrs. Wei held a long sword in her hand and looked serious.
Mrs. Wei was knocked out of the main hall by the ancestor of the Zhao family and fell heavily to the ground. The head of the Wei family flew out without even thinking.
Wei Ling suddenly remembered that when he went to the Changqiu Sect, the smiling guards congratulated him on being selected by the Changqiu Sect.
The remaining members of the Wei family who were beaten out were caught by Song Yiheng through the air with his spiritual power.
The panic was inexplicable, but it made her feel more and more uneasy.
Judging from the blood stains, these guards did not die for more than a cup of tea.
Song Yiheng nodded and looked at Song Yizhi with gentle eyes.
"The realm is too weak to be a qualified punching bag." Song Yiheng made a pertinent comment.
Song Yizhi fell silent.
The others also fell silent.
Just...the human body is not cold yet, are you polite?