Within the large formation, the entire City Lord's Mansion was completely silent, with only the wind blowing the leaves rustling. On the road leading to the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, there were no fewer than twenty corpses.

Looking up towards the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, I saw that one-third of the main hall had collapsed. Xu Ziyan walked quickly towards the main hall. She did not fly, but walked very carefully. Soon, she walked into the main hall.

Inside, the main hall was in a mess, and a fierce battle broke out here. There were some monks lying scattered in the main hall, and it was not known whether they were alive or dead.

Xu Ziyan first released her consciousness and filled the entire hall. After finding nothing unusual, she quickly walked towards the monk closest to her. The monk was lying on the ground with his face covered. When Xu Ziyan took him

When he turned it over, he discovered that the other party was actually Yin Ling, the leader of the Shangtian Sect.

At this time, Yin Ling closed his eyes tightly, as if he was dead. Xu Ziyan hurriedly explored his breath and found that he was not dead, but was knocked unconscious. Xu Ziyan couldn't help but be shocked, what kind of person could actually...

Yin Ling was stunned. Judging from Yin Ling's performance, he was not injured, but was knocked unconscious by the force of the rapid explosion. Xu Ziyan hurriedly injected a breath of life to wake Yin Ling from his coma.

Looking at Yin Ling, he asked:

"Master Yin, what happened?"

Xu Ziyan's voice rang out and shook the hall. At this time, many monks woke up from their coma and turned towards Xu Ziyan with dull faces. Xu Ziyan glanced around and found that they were all pale.

He looked extremely weak.

Xu Ziyan hurriedly breathed deeply into Yin Ling's body, and her eyes shrank. She immediately discovered that there was a medicinal power in Yin Ling's body, which was constantly dissipating the true energy in Yin Ling's body. As long as a burst of energy poured out from his Dantian.

A share of true energy will be immediately dispersed by the power of the medicine.

Xu Ziyan's consciousness immediately penetrated into Yin Ling's body and wrapped the medicinal power into a ball. He instantly knew that Yin Ling had been "dispersed" and his cultivation was dispersed. This kind of medicine has a certain value in Xu Ziyan's inheritance.

According to records, it is a potion of low grade, only seventh grade.

But this kind of potion can completely make the monks lose their fighting power within twelve hours. Looking at the main hall, the furnishings in the main hall did look like a banquet was being held, but at this time it was in a mess.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the back door of the hall. Xu Ziyan's eyes flashed and he fell to the ground, pretending to be unconscious.

Footsteps approached, and a figure appeared in the hall. A middle-aged monk walked into the hall. Xu Ziyan squinted her eyes and looked at it. She didn't know that person. She glanced at the man and saw the cloud in the corner.

Fairy He, with a flash of figure, squatted down beside Fairy Yunhe, held up Fairy Yunhe with both hands and cried loudly:

"Master! Let's run away quickly!"

Fairy Yunhe said nothing, but looked at him coldly. But the middle-aged man still cried bitterly:

"Master, hurry up and tell me where your secret room is. We will go get the things, and I will take you out of here. Don't worry, no matter what happens to you, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

Fairy Yunhe's face flushed, and her eyes burst out with extremely angry curses:

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a filial disciple! Can you tell me that you are in charge of everything at this banquet? Why are we all poisoned, but nothing is wrong with you?"

As soon as Fairy Yunhe said these words, Xu Ziyan was shocked. This person turned out to be a disciple of Fairy Yunhe. At this time, the monks in the entire hall also woke up and looked at the middle-aged man with burning eyes.

Monk. The middle-aged monk immediately stopped crying, his expression became surprised and aggrieved, he turned over and kowtowed "bang bang" and cried:

"Master, just kill the disciple. This is all the disciple's fault. The disciple was so busy preparing for this big banquet that he had no time to eat. The disciple should eat every dish before it is served.

Some, so that the master will not be poisoned. It is all the disciple’s fault. Just slap the disciple to death with one palm!"

Fairy Yunhe's face became even colder, and he shouted in a hissing voice: "Shut up! You are really my good disciple. When we were in trouble, you were standing at the entrance of the back door.

Don’t you know that you should be a teacher?

When each of the four great vehicles uses secret methods to stimulate the potential in the body, pretending to be poisonous, and tricking the guardian into coming in, she will just walk past you.

Don’t you know that you should be a teacher?

Although your master has lost all your cultivation, your spiritual consciousness has not weakened at all. The guardian passed by you and patted your shoulder gently.

Don’t you know that you should be a teacher?

You evildoer!"

The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically, and Fairy Yunhe's eyes suddenly showed sadness, and she said sadly:

"When the Four Mahayana struggled to fight against the guardian, and the burst of energy knocked us unconscious, where did you go? How are the Four Mahayana now? Feng Jian, tell me!"

Xu Ziyan knew in her heart that this middle-aged monk was Feng Jian, the eldest disciple of Fairy Yunhe. Feng Jian's expression finally stopped changing and he said softly:

"Master, at this time, the four great vehicles are working together to fight against the guardian, and the winner has not been determined yet."

Fairy Yunhe was completely weak at this time, but she still raised a trembling hand, pointed at Feng Jian and said sadly:

"Evil disciple, when you were about ten years old, your whole family suffered a tragedy, and you were left frozen and injured in the snow. It was your master who took you in, took you in as a disciple, and avenged you. He raised you up and taught you his skills.

, I will leave Lingbao City to you to take care of. Why...why...you...treat me like this?"

Everyone looked at Feng Jian with burning eyes. Even Xu Ziyan was no exception. He forgot that he was pretending to be unconscious. He sat up from the ground and looked at Feng Jian, wanting to hear what Feng Jian was doing to bully him like this.

If the master destroys the ancestor, he is worse than a beast.

Feng Jian's face was as stiff as a statue, and slowly changed, and he said softly:

"Master, you are right. It was you who saved my life in the snow, it was you who avenged my family for me, it was you who raised me up, and it was you who taught me the skills that have made me where I am today.

You are my disciple’s benefactor, but do you know..."

Feng Jian's face flushed with excitement, and his breathing became a little heavier: "Master, it was in the endless ice and snow. When I was completely desperate, you appeared, just like a fairy. Your shadow was there.

That moment was deeply imprinted in my heart. It was you who protected me, it was you who gave me a warm home when my family was ruined, it was you who avenged me, and it was you who taught me the skills.

Therefore, I vowed in my heart that I would use my whole life to repay Master. Master, you have devoted yourself to the study of making talismans and completely ignored the management of Lingbao City. Therefore, when I was fifteen years old, I took on the responsibility of Lingbao City.

No complaints or regrets. Eight hundred and ninety-five years have passed in a blink of an eye, have you ever slacked off at all?"

Fairy Yunhe was speechless, her eyes were lost in memories. After a long time, she breathed out softly and said: "No, Lingbao City is indeed thanks to your management in these years, so that the teacher has never lost resources to practice the talisman making technique.

"

"Master, in order to be able to run Lingbao City well for the master, this disciple has neglected his cultivation. Now even the cultivation of the junior brothers and sisters has reached the early stage of distraction, but the disciple's cultivation is only in the late stage of divine transformation. Is it because the disciple's qualifications are poor?

?hehe……"

An inexplicable smile appeared on Feng Jian's face. He turned around and glanced at a table in the distance with two women and one man. The table was filled with disciples brought by various sect leaders. The two women Feng Jian saw were

The first man was his junior brother and sister. He withdrew his disdainful eyes towards his junior brothers and sisters, and his expression became miserable again:

"The disciple's qualifications were evaluated by the master at the beginning. They are excellent qualifications. They are better than the qualifications of the junior brothers and sisters. It is precisely because of this that the master scolds the disciple for not knowing how to work hard and wasting his cultivation every time he comes out. And every time he hears the junior disciple

The junior sisters all scolded the disciple for not doing his job properly. Several times, they even wanted to strip the disciple of his status as the presiding officer of Lingbao City. Each time, the disciple suffered silently and still devoted most of his energy to the management of Lingbao City and tried his best to contribute to the success of Lingbao City.

Master has accumulated resources to attack the Lingbao Master. Master, do you know why this is?"

"Why? You...why is this?"

Fairy Yunhe recalled everything Feng Jian had done over the past eight hundred years. The facts were there, and Feng Jian did not tell a lie.

Xu Ziyan looked at it intently. Fairy Yunhe was focused on developing talismans and had no distractions. Her cultivation was at the peak of the late distraction period. Although she was already over a thousand years old, she looked like a young woman in her twenties or thirties. And Feng Jian was busy with chores.

Too much, not only is she worried, but her cultivation level is also low, and her appearance makes people feel that she is much older than Fairy Yunhe.

"Master!" Feng Jian's voice was very low, as if he was mumbling to himself: "Since I started following you, I respect you and love you from the bottom of my heart! I want to take care of you all my life, so that you can concentrate on developing talismans.

Realize your ideal. But as the disciple grows older, his heart changes little by little. His respect for you becomes weaker and weaker, and his love for you becomes deeper and deeper. I also know that this is the disciple's fault.

But it got deeper and deeper and couldn’t extricate itself.”

Fairy Yunhe's face turned red with anger and shame, and she shouted: "Since I know it's your fault, why don't you shut up!"

Feng Jian shook his head miserably and said: "Later I realized, was I wrong? I was not wrong! What's wrong with me loving you so much? I can do anything for you, so what's wrong with what I did?

All because I love you!"
Chapter completed!