Old man Ye, Baihetu, Ji Wendao, Master Kuzhu, Gu Xiangtian and others gathered together. This time, in the holy land of seclusion, Ye Junlang also formed a camp with Bai Xianer, Gu Chen, Ji Zhitian, and the earth and the sky, advancing and retreating together, so that these forces naturally came together.
Old Man Ye and others examined Ye Junlang, Gu Chen and other juniors' injuries. Except for Ye Junlang's injuries, they still seemed very serious, the injuries in the rest of the body were easy to say.
Old Man Ye took Ye Junlang's pulse and sensed his pulse, breath, and qi and blood. Although Ye Junlang was extremely injured, he did not hurt his power source under the protection of the Great Vajra Realm. Old Man Ye still had a way to treat such injuries. At worst, just let Ye Junlang soak the medicine tank a few more times.
Next, Ye Junlang, Gu Chen, Dikong and others briefly talked about their experience in the seclusion holy land, the most dangerous ones were the Battle of the Dragon Pool and the Battle of the Seven Killing Land.
When Baihetu, Ji Wendao and others learned that Ye Junlang could fight against Xuanyuan Yanhuang and Qi Zigui with his own strength, and then fought against Xuanyuan Yanhuang and the Demon Saint Son alone, their faces were really surprised and couldn't help but look at Ye Junlang a few more times.
"The seven killings have passed."
Old Man Ye smiled complacently. He felt happy and excited from the bottom of his heart. He didn't care about the injuries on his body. In his eyes, as long as Ye Junlang could survive this disaster, even if he was surrounded and killed by the four great saints, it would be worth it even if his martial arts were abolished.
Bai Xian'er remembered something. She took out some spiritual medicines, semi-spiritual medicines, dragon scale grass and dragon-transforming pond spiritual liquid from her backpack and handed them to Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang's face was stunned and he said, "Fairy Bai, these are all our common gains. This dragon scale grass is still complete, only one is left. I, Tan Lang and Ziyang have taken a dragon scale grass. Brother Gu and Zhitian are half a plant. Dikong does not need the dragon scale grass, so you can take the remaining dragon scale grass White Fairy. Even if you can't use it, there are other disciples of the Bai family who can use it. In addition, you can also take this bottle of complete dragon-transforming pond spiritual liquid. I will accept this Biling Fruit. Old Man Ye is seriously injured, and this Biling Fruit can be used for him. Take the rest of the half-spirited medicine, Bai Fairy, too."
Bai Xian'er hurriedly said, "How can this be done? These are very precious and are very helpful to you, Tianlang and Ziyang's martial arts. So how can I accept it?"
"Don't be polite, Fairy Bai. To be honest, if you weren't there, I wouldn't know any of these spiritual medicines, semi-spirits, and other herbs. Besides, you have also helped a lot in other aspects in the seclusion holy land. This is the spoil we have obtained together, and of course we have to divide it equally." Ye Junlang said decisively, and he insisted on giving her the portion that Bai Xian'er deserved.
Bai Xian'er refused and had to hold on.
Gu Xiangtian looked at Ye Junlang and said in a sincere tone: "Junlang, the dragon scale grass is extremely precious in the ancient martial arts world. It can stimulate the potential abilities of the human body, and strengthen its own qi, blood, flesh, bones, etc. Its effect on the comprehensive improvement of martial arts is irreplaceable. Gu Chen was able to obtain half of the dragon scale grass, which is his blessing. I would like to thank you here."
"The Lord of the Gu Sheng is so polite. Gu Chen and others are like-minded friends and brothers. Just half of the dragon scale grass is nothing. Besides, the inheritance of martial arts obtained by Brother Gu and Zhitian in the Demon Suppression Land is also selflessly taken out for our reference. Friends should support each other in this way." Ye Junlang said with a smile.
"You guy is not bad, you really deserve to be a child raised by Old Man Ye. Your temperament is similar to when Old Man Ye was young." Ji asked with a smile.
Old Man Ye smiled happily, looked at Baihetu, and said, "Old Man Bai, what do you think of Boy Ye?"
Baihetu said without hesitation: "No one can match the younger generation, so it is naturally excellent. I heard that Ye Xiaozi had contributed to the country, fighting on the battlefield, and guarding the territory, which is even more rare. In terms of character, he values affection and righteousness, being generous, and taking responsibility. There are not many young people like the ancient martial arts world at present."
Ye Junlang was ashamed and hurriedly said, "Senior Bai is too good, I feel ashamed of these words."
"You're so ashamed." Old Man Ye glared at him and said, "Don't think that the old man doesn't know what you are thinking, and he may be happy. Besides, Old Man Bai is not wrong. No matter what, you are my husband's grandson, and you deserve such praise."
Ye Junlang was stunned. When did this old man praise him so much? It was completely nothing!
Ye Junlang always feels that Old Man Ye is a bit abnormal at the moment. If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Could this old man be using some idea?
Could it be—
Ye Junlang thought of a possibility. He was about to speak, but he was one step late. He only heard Old Man Ye laughing and said, "Old Man Bai, since you are here, then I will give you the marriage between Ye and Miss Bai. Miss Bai is very good, and Ye is not bad, he is completely worthy. Besides, Young Man Ye and Miss Bai have already met each other and have hugged each other. We older generations must respect the choices of young people, right? Old Man Bai, you are also thinking of hugging a grandson earlier, right?"
Ye Junlang was stunned. Sure enough, this shameless old man was about to talk about this issue. He was really angry that his reaction was half a beat slower? Before he could block the shameless old man's big mouth, he was fine now, and he said everything he shouldn't say.
When so many people say such things, it doesn’t matter if he is a big man. The key is that Bai Xianzi is a big girl. Where does other people’s face be placed?
Sure enough, even though Bai Xian'er had become accustomed to Old Man Ye's speech, her face turned red with so many people present.
Bai Hetu was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that this was the first time he knew about it. He looked at Bai Xian'er and then looked at Ye Junlang. From Bai Xian'er's reaction, it seemed that there was really something interesting.
Old Man Ye’s last sentence really made Bai Hetu a little moved. If his granddaughter really likes a boy named Ye, he would naturally not stop him. If the fate of this White Tiger is destined to be unable to be broken, his granddaughter could leave behind a blood descendant would make up for some regrets.
"I said to Old Man Ye, are you drunk too much or are you confused? What are you talking nonsense? It's getting late. Seniors, I'll take Old Man Ye back first. This old man is in serious injuries and needs to recover."
As he said that, Ye Junlang pulled Old Man Ye's arm and wanted to flash his head immediately.
"Boy named Ye, you dare to mock my granddaughter? Do you know that the consequences will be very serious!" Bai Hetu shouted immediately as he looked at Ye Junlang and wanted to run away.
Bai Xian'er came to her senses, afraid that her grandfather would misunderstand Ye Junlang something, so she hurriedly said, "Grandpa, it's not what you think. Ye Junlang, he doesn't have any more me-"
"Hmph, I don't care about this. Anyway, I can hear what Old Man Ye said clearly. Brother Ye, listen to me. If you dare to be irresponsible to my granddaughter, even if Old Man Ye is there, you can't protect you. I have to peel your cramps and skin you!"
Baihetu said angrily.
Bai Xian'er's body suddenly froze after hearing this, and the expression on her face was about to freeze. She thought her grandfather had misunderstood something and would do to Ye Junlang. As a result, why did such a sentence pop up?
What does it mean!
Is this the rhythm of forcing myself to marry that bastard named Ye?
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The plane landed and it was already seven or eight o'clock when I got home. I drove out another chapter while my child was resting. Let's write it again tomorrow. Thank you for your support. There are still tickets to continue to support.