Ye Feng's voice was very heavy. He looked at the face of the blind Taoist priest and took a deep breath. He could tolerate the twisted meridians of his lower body, just like burning. He said heavily: "Both elders are dead."

"What!?"

The old blind man's face changed: "Is he dead?"

"Impossible! He has entered Yuanying. At least he has the life of a family! How could it die!"

Looking at Dayton time, the blind old man seemed at a loss. There was a light in Ye Fengsheng's eyes. Then he said, "Don't you want to know my secret all the time? Let me tell you now that there was a traitor from the Pei family in the Ye family. A few months ago, the two old men died. Because I learned, Pei was powerless to me and used two older generals to pass on their achievements to others. When the kingdom fell sharply, he was killed by empty palms. Only I studied Jing Xinqiu and could use empty palms, so I was considered the only murderer who killed the second elder and deprived the right of inheritance. If my grandfather had not saved me from disregarding the rules of the clan, I would have died long ago."

"Who will he train?"

The blind old path is like crazy: "Give it to you? No, your grandfather saved you, you are not his heir! If you are not his heir! Why should he ask his elders to teach you! How can you escape from the ancient clans back to the world of mortals by using strict sects!"

Ye Feng's voice was very natural, and he whispered: "My grandfather is Yeats."

"Yeats!"

The blind old man suddenly turned his head, and his breathing sounded wrapped around Ye Feng's death: "Master Mu Ling, Ye Zhi? Are you Ye Zhi's grandson?"

"You are Yeats' grandson. Why do you learn to ask about immortality? You should study animal spirit!"

Ye Fengsheng retorted: "Can Yeats' grandson study and point out the issue of longevity? You may have taken my ancient thoughts too narrowly! Although ancient clans inherited the law to ensure independence and unity, it was not owned by an elder or clan leader! There are suitable descendants in the family. Why can't they learn? As long as we don't give them, what does it matter?"

He has been able to confirm that this blind old path has been lurking in ancient clans for a long time. Although the ancient clans of the three generations were not possessed by elders, most elders would carefully choose to teach with their close descendants when choosing to inherit. This situation has become a tacit understanding. Therefore, when you ask the immortality to teach you, the first two elders are willing to hold their fingers, and you will be so panicked.

It is precisely because of this tacit understanding that Ye Haoxuan and Ye Banqing later asked Ye Fengsheng about the "shepherd"'s belonging to the patriarch Ye Zhi. After all, Ye Fengsheng should be the son of the next shepherd in their cognition, but Ye Fengsheng studied the issue of longevity, which exceeded the expectations of the entire Ye family. Until now, the Ye clans still feel unbelievable about this.

Ye Fengsheng sneered: "People like you will not give up their power for their own benefit. Just like the day you first met me on the mountain. If you had no other plan, you would kill me in one go. How could you continue to say so much to me and waste so much lips and tongue here?"

He is old and blind, without saying a word, waiting for Ye Fengsheng to continue speaking.

At the beginning of the formation, Ye Feng's voice was very fierce, his eyes staring at the opposite Lu Sanye Cheng. She wanted to withdraw from the camp. However, the old man's spirit was constantly wandering and preparing to take off. She didn't need to think about it at all. She knew that this person was ready to intercept. Ye Fengsheng had not found a safe way to escape, so he did not dare to rashly expose his intentions too early.

"You said you were a disciple of Kunlun, but I don't believe you were just a disciple of Kunlun. The ancients joined forces to put pressure on Kunlun. You can't just have evil thoughts about Pei. You said you had been to the ancients, and I believe you stole Pei's because you were already practicing at that time. If you want the ancients to be useless, it's because you want to bring Qingxin prescription to Wen Renshi, then switch back to jingxin, throw it into Pei's family, and make a mess of the three ethnic groups, so that you can benefit from it, and ancient people would oppress Kunlun."

“Isn’t it?”

The blind old man nodded without answering.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must make sure I'm the grandson of Yeats's patriarch Yeats. I would rather not abide by the clan rules than leave the clan

He will do anything for my life. I have studied Qingxin Prescription and Qingxin Prescription. If I study the recipe for the Reconciliation Pill, Pei, Wen Renshi and Ye will work together to put pressure on me. Kill me is one of them. Afterwards, they will be responsible for it. If my grandfather shed tears for me and the other two families, then one of them will not succeed. These three families will be in a mess. What you didn’t do at the beginning is that you have done it now.”

"If grandpa killed me and then held accountable, the Ye family learned three ancient techniques, and the other two families would not give up easily. If the Ye family wants to calm the disaster, they have to pay a lot of money. If you refuel to the fire, then what will happen in the end, even if the sky doesn't know."

The blind old Taoist priest was silent. The array was activated. After the sky was rotated, the stars moved, and he breathed the fresh air around him. He reached out and grabbed Ye Fengsheng's arm and said, "You have no choice now."

Ye Feng's voice narrowed his eyes slightly. A trace of golden thread was slowly wandering in his fleshy body. The blind old man seemed to have noticed it. His palm flashed.

The power that Ye Fengsheng could not brew, powerfully activated the power of shaking mountains and wonders. He was full of wildness and fierceness. If he were a dragon, he would suddenly jump from the spot and look at the sky in the sky. For a while, he didn't know where he was. He saw a huge blue lake in the distance. He felt an action, turned his body in the air, and then fell to the lakeside in the distance.

The blind old Taoist priest looked indifferent and his body disappeared from his original place. He turned into a ball of spiritual mist and appeared on the road that Ye Fengsheng had to pass. He raised his hand and was as tall as an eagle claw. His face looked brown, like the fierce roaring air inside the green bone spirit sculpture.

Ye Fengsheng shook his wrist. The red dagger was caught in his palm by his death. He held the sword with both hands. His eyes were a little cold.

This sword is already fighting life. The meridians that are already overly burdened in the body are once again eroded by this violent and fierce ferocity, completely twisted.

They sang together, but Ye Fengsheng's nervous face was still not afraid.

For a person who is determined to die, there is nothing scary in the world. The cracked palms are pressed against the hilt of the red dagger, and the overflowing blood has dried up. Only the white wounds are suitable for the hilt.

Ye Fengsheng wanted to have a big fame, just like fighting with the Kunlun elders in Kunlun just now, he would die before he could only bet that the old man in front of him would not want to lose both sides and avoid his sword and give him a way out.

What kind of person is Qingzhi? He has fought countless battles in his life and has to face the two elders of Ye. He just underestimated the skills of shaking hands and seeking longevity. He was blind just now. After such a period of time, his mood was different. How could he not see Ye Fengsheng's tricks?

Let Ye Fengsheng's knife be put on his body.
Chapter completed!