Xiaotong only knew one of these seven or eight people who suddenly appeared in the room, that is, Chen Feng’s ancestor.

"Master, you..." Xiaotong was shocked and saw a flash of cold light in the distance. Jiang Qingyue had already stabbed her heart with a dagger. As long as the dagger penetrated into Jiang Qingyue's belly, Jiang Qingyue, who was not very strong, would have no way to die.

But just as her dagger was about to stab the center, everything around it became still. The dagger flashed in the void, but the distance from Jiang Qingyue's belly was difficult to shorten.

"Hehe, there is really a woman with affection and righteousness. I just don't know if you are as affection and righteous as you are. Is Fang Ling angry for you for your beauty?" Lu Wanlin glanced at Jiang Qingyue, with a hint of teasing in his words.

However, at this time, the Kura Shawo's gaze at Jiang Qingyue was moved. She came to Jiang Qingyue's side lightly, and shook her hand and directly knocked Jiang Qingyue's dagger to the ground.

Jiang Qingyue couldn't move at all at this time, but she understood very well. Faced with these people who were just like gods, she knew very well that she and Xiaotong had no power to resist at all.

A trace of tears kept flowing out of her eyes. If I had known that such a consequence would be, why wouldn't I feel more happy just now?

It is better to die early than to cause trouble for him. Although she felt that the possibility of that person appearing for his mother and daughter was not too high, her intuition told her that person would definitely appear.

And the consequences of his appearance are only a dead end.

"Zen Feng. Who are they? What are they doing?" Xiaotong looked at Chen Feng's ancestor and asked loudly. At this moment, there was no respect for Chen Feng in her words.

Old Ancestor Chen Feng's face was a little red. How could Chen Feng not know what these people are doing? To be honest, this is a shameful act of Qianzhu Sect. But he couldn't just come. After coughing gently, Chen Feng said: "These fellow Taoists, I need everyone to help with some things."

"Do you want to use my mother and I to threaten Uncle Fang Ling? I will tell you. If you can't do it, you can't do it even if you kill me!" Xiaotong at this time was like a little tiger. She felt that only in this way could she protect her mother at this moment.

Unfortunately, she was still too simple. Just as she finished speaking, she felt that her body could not move at all. She knew in her heart that she was already under other people's great powers and could not survive or die!

If I had died earlier, I might not have to be threatened by them.

Uncle, no matter what, you don’t want to come out!

Just as Xiaotong had thoughts flashed, Wang Hetong's voice came from outside the door and said, "Old ancestor, someone said he came to deliver the letter with Fang Ling's instructions."

There were smiles on the faces of Lu Wanlin and other ancestors, and some of them said with a hint of teasing: "I can't tell this domineering demon. It's really a passionate seed. Hehe, since that's the case, then please invite him in."

The person who walked in was a foundation-building monk. He looked over forty years and had extraordinary cultivation in the early stage of foundation-building, but in front of these Nascent Soul Ancestors, he was really an ant-like person. When he walked in, he felt a little nervous, and felt the power around him like a vast ocean, and his face turned pale.

"You brought Fang Ling's letter and take it out!" A Jindan real person standing next to Lu Wanlin and others said to the man in a deep voice.

The man said respectfully: "I did not bring any letters from Senior Fang, but only brought some verbal messages."

"It's all the same, tell me." The Jindan Zhenren glared at the visitor with a little displeasure and said unhappy.

The man touched the sweat stain on his head and then said, "I am here this time, I am bringing a letter to some seniors. That, is the ancestor Lu Wanlin here?"

Lu Wanlin was stunned. He didn't expect Fang Ling to bring him a letter. Could that boy still want to make friends with him? Just because he is worthy of making friends with him! The thoughts flashed in his heart, and Lu Wanlin said coldly: "I am Lu Wanlin."

"Meet Senior Lu." The monk saluted a little tremblingly under the pressure of Lu Wanlin, and then whispered: "I have nothing to do with Fang Ling. I just met him on the road and was banned by him, saying that I would not bring the letter to you seniors, and I would wait ten days to explode and die."

Lu Wanlin nodded slightly and said with a hint of sigh: "This evil is a disaster, and I am damning to the living beings again. How can I allow him to do anything wrong? You boldly say his words, and I will relieve your forbiddenness in a while!"

The man quickly bowed to thank him, hesitated for a moment, and then said loudly: "Senior Lu, the letter Fang Ling asked me to bring you is: Your grandson Lu Yibiao is in his hands, and your four great-grandchildren are all captured by him. If you dare to touch half of Jiang Qingyue and his daughter, he swears to kill all your descendants!"

Lu Wanlin hasn't gotten angry for many years, but this time, he felt his anger suddenly rushing.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Lu Wanlin could no longer maintain his previous demeanor. He was roaring, and his hysterical attacks directly pressed the person who was talking to the ground with an astonishing aura.

If Xiaotong and Jiang Qingyue faced this kind of momentum, they would not be able to resist it. Fortunately, Xiaotong was beside Chen Feng, and Jiang Qingyue was standing next to the Kura Shawo. These two people blocked Lu Wanlin's momentum.

Under Lu Wanlin's momentum, the man felt that the sky was chaotic and did not dare to move at all. Finally, he plucked up his courage and said, "Old Ancestor Lu, those words were all what Fang Ling asked me to say. I really don't dare to talk to you like this!"

Lu Wanlin had calmed down at this time, and he knew in his heart that what he said just now was definitely not made up by the monk who delivered the letter. After snorting, he said in a deep voice: "Is Fang Ling like this the one with a red mouth and white teeth?"

"No, he gave me a lot of things." As he spoke, the man slapped his little Qiankun bag, and a flying sword that was only three inches long flew out of the little Qiankun bag. The man immediately gave it to Lu Wanlin respectfully and said: "Old Ancestor Lu, this is the token that Fang Ling asked me to give you."

Lu Wanlin took the flying sword and glanced at it, then sneered, "Although this flying sword is good, Fang Ling is so naive. He thought that with a good flying sword, he could deceive me? Who doesn't know that our Lu family's children use hooks."

"Hmph, I think you are clearly from Fang Ling's group. Today I will let you..."

When the middle-aged monk heard Lu Wanlin say it, he panicked. He knelt on the ground again with a pounce, and said loudly: "Old Ancestor Lu, I can swear that this flying sword was definitely handed over to me by Fang Ling. In addition, I really have nothing to do with that Fang Ling!"

Just as he was talking, Lan Pingzi, who was standing aside, suddenly reached out and snatched the flying sword from Lu Wanlin's hand. He carefully looked at the flying sword with his spiritual sense, and a hint of anger appeared on his face, and he said with a roar in his words: "Tell me, who gave it to you?"

"Yes, it's Fang Ling!" The middle-aged monk knelt on the ground, with endless sorrow in his voice. He was a little arrogant when he was walking, so why did he fall to this stage? Everyone in front of him, no one would die without a burial place.

"Then let me ask you, where is the master of this flying sword? Tell me, where is the master of this flying sword?" As Lan Pingzi spoke, his thin big hand raised the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage would not suffocate him, but the power of Lan Pingzi soaring into the sky was not easy to mess with.

"I really didn't see you!" The middle-aged monk said sadly: "I'm just an ordinary monk, I just brought a letter to Fang Ling. I really haven't seen that person!"

Who doesn’t know that the owner of the flying sword and Lan Pingzi have an extraordinary relationship with Lan Pingzi? Even Lu Wanlin’s face began to become solemn.

As the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, Lan Pingzi has good cultivation in many aspects. He groaned and said, "Then tell me, what did Fang Ling bring to me?"

"Senior, you are..." The middle-aged monk did not know Lan Pingzi. He hesitated for a moment and asked Lan Pingzi softly.

Lan Pingzi said angrily: "I am Lan Pingzi!"

If it were in the past, as Lan Pingzi's identity, he would never take the initiative to report his name to an ordinary monk. However, the owner of the flying sword was really too important to him. Nominally, this person was a descendant of Lan Pingzi, but in fact, it was Lan Pingzi who occasionally went down the mountain and met a woman he liked and the son he gave birth to.

With his status as Lan Pingzi, it doesn't matter even if he says that this person is his son. However, for his reputation, Lan Pingzi still hid him incognito and brought him into the Canglan Sword Sect as an ordinary descendant.

Although this kid has not yet been the time to use his magic weapon, the blood is thicker than water after all, and Lan Pingzi still has a different view of his biological son. He did not hesitate to use his power to specially help his son refine a flying sword that can be called a magic weapon, but is much weaker than the magic weapon.

This son relied on the flying sword and his reputation as Lan Pingzi to be a blessing in the Canglan Sword Sect. However, he did not expect that the flying sword would fall into the hands of the person who sent Fang Ling to the message today.

When he is old, he has a son, so Lan Pingzi is quite doting on this son he occasionally gets, so he naturally loses his composure at this time.

"Old ancestor, Fang Ling said that as long as his disciple loses a hair, he will use your disciple to pay for his life!" The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and said to Lan Pingzi in detail. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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