At this time, the several wind-shaped sword blades suddenly exploded, and Ye Shaohan in the center undoubtedly bore the brunt. The terrifying energy was carried in the wind blades and shot towards him.
Feeling the strong wind pressure coming towards him, Ye Shaohan's face gradually became serious. After a moment of silence, his body landed on both feet and he quickly jumped back. His fingers moved forward crazily. A tide of spiritual energy flowed from Ye Shaohan's body.
His fingertips surged out, trying to block the oncoming wind blade.
"Explode!" Ye Shaohao sneered. He raised his arms and the tornado exploded in vain, scattering Ye Shaohan's spiritual energy.
Ye Shaohan's face darkened, and he made a sharp turn in mid-air to avoid most of the wind blades that came fiercely, but there were still a few wind blades that hit Ye Shaohan's chest.
But no one noticed that a red light flashed across Ye Shaohan's chest, and the power of those wind blades could not help but weaken a few points. A hissing sound sounded, and the wind blades passed across Ye Shaohan's chest, and immediately stirred in front of his chest.
Then, under the violent impact, Ye Shaohan could no longer maintain the balance of his body, and fell backwards weakly. His black robe was also shattered into pieces, and he barely stopped until he rolled several times on the ground.
Ye Shaohan's eyes showed a crazy look, his face was solemn, and in full view of everyone, his figure staggered up from the ground again, then staggered, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back until he was blocked by the wall.
A cold gasp followed, and the entire attic became eerily quiet. One after another, eyes looked at the young man in black robe with his back leaning against the wall in horror. At this time, the black robe on the young man's chest turned into pieces and scattered all over the floor.
The dark red flesh and blood of the chest was exposed. Small cracks spread from the flesh and blood, and blood kept flowing out along the cracks and dripping onto the floor. The entire chest looked extremely hideous and terrifying.
Ye Shaolan's pretty face turned pale, her little mouth opened slightly, and then she softly shouted: "Ye Shaohao, why are you so cruel!"
Ye Shaohao's expression was indifferent, and he sneered several times. His figure shot out again, and the hissing sound sounded from the palm of his hand again. A wind blade once again extended from the palm of Ye Shaohao's hand, and a sharp explosion was mixed with it.
The energy mixed with terror made Ye Shaohao look powerful at this moment.
The old man who had been silent around him started to move and exclaimed: "Young Hao, no!"
Ye Shaohao's move was undoubtedly a fatal move. If Ye Shaohan was seriously injured in the medicine hall, it would be okay with the old man. However, if Ye Shaohan died in the attic, the matter would become serious.
Ye Shaolan's expression also darkened at this time. This situation was beyond her expectation. She kicked off her feet and suddenly rushed towards Ye Shaohao.
The old man and Ye Shaolan were only at the peak of the second-level spiritual masters. Their speed was obviously one step slower than Ye Shaohao who took the lead. The two could only watch helplessly as the wind blade struck Ye Shaohan's chest.
Looking at Ye Shaohan who was getting closer and closer, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohao's mouth. Even though Ye Shaohan's bloodline had not yet awakened, Ye Shaohao felt that he was a threat to him for some reason. Although Ye Shaohao was young, he was no less cruel and ruthless than Ye Shaohan. He could only risk all the dangers.
Only by killing yourself in the cradle can you better protect yourself.
Ye Shaohan looked at the attacking Ye Shaohao indifferently, and a hint of joking emerged from the corner of his mouth! The left fingertip hidden in the sleeve was filled with spiritual energy, and a wind blade extended out.
"Go to hell!" Ye Shaohao shook his long arm, and the wind blade on his right hand rushed out. However, in the next moment, the wind blade suddenly stopped, and a black shadow appeared in the attic out of thin air, suspended in the air, a hunter in a white robe.
There is a sound, and the master's style is clearly visible.
The middle-aged man looked at Ye Shaohao with an indifferent expression. He slowly grasped his hand, and the wind blade shattered into pieces and dissipated into spiritual energy.
The surrounding crowd couldn't help but be a little uproar. They all looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, and then they all bowed and said: "Master!"
Just when everyone was in an uproar, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out, and his left hand hidden under his sleeve swung forward like lightning. The wind blade suddenly shot out from Ye Shaohan's fingertips, creating a strong invisible thrust.
Pushing the wind blade, it finally hit Ye Shaohao hard on the chest from a distance.
Ye Shaohao obviously did not expect that Ye Shaohan would dare to take action at this moment. He suddenly paused and then fled towards the back.
However, the speed of the wind blade was beyond Ye Shaohao's imagination. In the blink of an eye, it hit him hard on the chest. His chest was attacked by a terrifying force. Blood stains spread all over the ground along the corner of his mouth. He retreated dozens of times in embarrassment.
Step, his face full of anger.
Seeing the blood stains on the ground and Ye Shaohao's bloody chest, many people present were shocked. At this moment, Ye Shaohan actually dared to take action suddenly!
Ye Shaohan's eyes narrowed, and he looked indifferently at Ye Shaohao who flew backwards, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He first deliberately did not dodge to make Ye Shaohao think that he was at the end of his rope. The moment he waited for Ye Gaotong to arrive, before everyone could react, he struck with lightning speed. Ye Shaohan had considered the details of the entire process.
The pain that came only made him calmer.
"Ye Shaohan, you...!" The middle-aged man, being Ye Gaotong, his face changed slightly. He glanced at Ye Shaohao's injuries and shouted to Ye Shaohan after seeing that he was safe and sound.
"Master, Ye Shaohao violated the clan rules and started fighting in the medicine pavilion. If the master had been a step late, I'm afraid I would have been dead for a long time now. Please make the decision for me, master!" Ye Shaohan changed his indifference and looked at him with a sad and angry expression.
Ye Gaotong's face turned pale for a moment, and the moment he spoke, the blood from his chest dripped crazily.
The injuries on his body were accompanied by expressions of grief and anger. The people around him looked at Ye Shaohan with pity. Everything that happened just now was indeed Ye Shaohao's fault.
The eyes with different emotions are strangely wandering between the three of them. Both parties are disciples of the Ye family, and Ye Shaohao is still his biological son. How will Ye Gaotong deal with it? Of course, everyone does not know that Ye Shaohan is also the son of Ye Gaotong, otherwise it will
Even more shocked!
Ye Gaotong looked at the gloomy Ye Shaohao with an indifferent expression. He waved his sleeves and said calmly: "Ye Shaohao, for violating the clan rules, will be sent to the punishment hall for a month!"
Ye Shaohan couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Ye Gaotong's move was undoubtedly to protect Ye Shaohao. His face darkened, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his long arm, pointed at Ye Shaohao and shouted: "Ye Shaohao just now
The attack was extremely cruel, and it obviously killed me! Family leader, I wonder if it is a violation of the clan rules to maliciously and seriously hurt a member of the same clan?"
Angry voices resounded throughout the attic, and everyone around looked at Ye Shaohan in surprise.
"Huh!" Ye Gaotong snorted, his majestic eyes swept towards Ye Shaohan, and he said indifferently: "I don't need your instructions to do things!"
As Ye Gaotong's voice fell, the atmosphere in the room immediately became tense. The silence was terrifying. Usually, a silent environment always gives people an inexplicable pressure.
Ye Shaohan's expression was ordinary, and he looked directly at Ye Gaotong with calm eyes. He slowly shook his head and said, "Shaohan, I don't dare!"
Ye Gaotong is a Spirit Emperor level expert. The aura exuding from his body at this time made Ye Shaohan unable to move at all. The feeling made him extremely unhappy.
The head of a family not only needs to be strong, but also must have a certain reputation. Ye Gaotong had to deal with it fairly at this moment.
"Father!" Ye Shaohao's body shook slightly, his face was livid, his eyes were full of rage, and he wanted to slap Ye Shaohan in front of him to death.
"Ye Shaohao, enter the punishment hall for two months!" Ye Gaotong said calmly with his face still indifferent, then waved his hand, and several black shadows shot in from outside the attic. Ye Shaohan only felt a whirlwind sweeping through the attic.
Ye Shaohao, who was lying on the ground, disappeared.
After the afterimage, the faint smell of blood still floated throughout the attic. Ye Shaohan looked at the disappearing figure with deep meaning.
The Ye Family Army, the final force of the Ye Family, belongs directly to the head of the family. Its number is only a few hundred, but each of its cultivation levels are at least an eighth-level spiritual warrior.
If you want to control the Ye family, you must get the support of the Ye family army!
"Ye Gaoxu, three months in the punishment hall!" Ye Gaotong stared at the old man coldly. His cold eyes made the old man shudder. He couldn't help but whisper: "My subordinate, I am guilty!"
"Master, Elder Ye Gaoxu tried his best to stop Ye Shaohao when he made his move. Elder Ye Gaoxu is not to blame for this!" Ye Shaohan said softly, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes. Now that the Fire Iron Essence is in Ye Gaoxu's hands, he
I don't mind leaving a good impression on Ye Gaoxu.
When Ye Gaoxu heard this, he couldn't help but look at Ye Shaohan gratefully. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was the only one who could stand up and plead for him.
"Three months in the punishment hall! No one needs to say anything else!"
After Ye Gaotong finished speaking, he gave Ye Shaohan a meaningful look, and then jumped out of the attic. The pressure in the attic dissipated as Ye Gaotong left.
"Come to Qinglong Pavilion to find me at midnight tonight!" As the breeze blew by, Ye Gaotong's voice sounded strangely in Ye Shaohan's ears.
He frowned slightly, and the look that Ye Gaotong left just now made Ye Shaohan feel frightened. Ye Shaohan thought in his heart, could it be that he came here for the matter of emperor-level weapons.
Ye Gaoxu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands towards Ye Shaohan and said, "Thank you so much, Master Shaohan!" Ye Gaoxu was one of the few people who knew that Ye Shaohan was the son of Ye Gaotong. That's why he called Ye Shaohan "Master", of course.
It also contains a sense of gratitude.
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly. He just felt that Ye Gaoxu was grateful to him for calling him that. He didn't take it to heart. He just shook his head slowly and said, "It's just a little effort!"
Sometimes offering help in times of need can undoubtedly leave a good impression on people. Although Ye Shaohan's words just now did not have much effect, Ye Gaoxu's impression of Ye Shaohan has also changed a lot.