"Look, Patriarch Fang Yang was injured by that red-haired old monster..."
"But the red-haired old monster was also injured..."
"The old monster with red hair was injured more seriously!"
These Yang Clan disciples were not injured under the protection of Fang Yang and the mountain-protecting formation.
He was just beaten into disgrace and was in a miserable state.
Some people had most of their bodies buried under sand and gravel, and it was difficult for them to crawl out.
"Master Yuefang's uncle was also seriously injured..." A disciple who was in the early stage of foundation building also said angrily.
"This red-haired old monster is really bad. He insulted Old Man Qi, who has taken care of us since childhood!"
"It's too much. It hurts Patriarch Fang Yang and Grandmaster Yue Fang who care about us. It's really hateful!"
The young disciple said angrily.
This disciple's name is Luo Ding, and he is an orphan.
His parents died when he was young, and his uncle had no money to support him, so he was finally sent to the Yangmen of the mortal world.
This is also a mortal Jianghu sect, which can be regarded as the lower courtyard of the Yang sect of cultivation.
Luo Ding was selected into the Yangmen Inner Courtyard because of his good qualifications and good moral character.
Uncle Qi saw that he was pitiful and raised him as his own grandson, making him very protected.
After becoming a cultivator, Fairy Yuefang also tried her best to teach him.
These years have allowed him to improve by leaps and bounds.
Because of his good qualifications, he advanced to become a foundation-building monk in just over ten years.
He also had great respect for Fairy Yue Fang, his great uncle.
Because I have had no parents since I was a child, I am particularly sensitive to the care and concern of others.
He has regarded Old Uncle Qi and the sect elders who cared for him as his relatives.
Today, Luo Ding watched helplessly as Uncle Qi, who had cared for him wholeheartedly when he was a child, was humiliated. When he saw the teacher he admired in his heart being bullied, he felt as sad as a knife.
But he couldn't help because of his low strength, so he could only bite the resentment in his heart on his lips.
Unknowingly, he bit his lip and drew blood.
At this time, seeing that the arrogant and domineering ancestor Chi Fa seemed to be seriously injured, he rushed forward desperately.
"The red-haired old monster, today I must avenge Grandpa Qi and relieve the sect's hatred!"
Luo Ding said and ran out crazily.
He didn't care at all whether the other party had any life-saving tricks in mind.
These disciples have all seen the fierce power of the ancestor Chi Fa just now, and they dare not do anything without permission.
But now that Luo Ding was taking the lead, the other monks suddenly became crazy.
Most Yangmen disciples are not high in cultivation.
It's not because they don't practice hard, but because they are new sect disciples and haven't practiced long enough.
They are all young and full of energy.
Under the leadership of Luo Ding, more than a hundred young monks rushed towards Ancestor Chifa like crazy.
"Protect yourself, don't hurt his life!"
Fang Yang had already vaguely guessed that the ancestor Chifa's injuries at this time were similar to his own, and he could hardly use his true energy.
Just now, the ancestor of the Red Pharaoh was hit hard by Fang Yang when he was controlling the moving spirit stone, and he was seriously injured.
Then, he tried his best to control the sealing blow of the cultivator.
At this time, Patriarch Chifa had almost run out of fuel.
Fang Yang had gradually calmed down after a big battle.
He also wanted to ask Ancestor Chifa about the true situation and future plans of Canglan Continent.
So he was afraid that these young monks would beat him to death.
After hearing Fang Yang's words, the Yang Clan disciples all restrained themselves a little.
Some used spiritual weapons and some used fists and kicks to punch and kick the injured ancestor Chi Fa.
"Crackling..." He gave Patriarch Chifa a good beating.
At this time, Patriarch Chifa was bullied by dogs.
If there were such foundation-building monks in normal times, ten thousand of them would be beaten to a pulp by him.
But today he was seriously injured. If he hadn't been a Nascent Soul cultivator with an excellent physique and even comparable to the best spiritual weapons, he might have been beaten to death.
Even so, he felt aggrieved in his heart.
Fang Yang and the others seized this opportunity to swallow the elixir and speed up their healing.
Half an hour later, Fang Yang and the others had recovered three to four points of their skills with the help of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk.
And because the ancestor of Chifa has been bombarded by a bunch of juniors, he has no chance to take pills to regulate his breathing.
Fang Yangping retreated from the many disciples who were fighting around the ancestor of the Red Fa. He quickly took out a white jade talisman and stamped it on the forehead of the ancestor of the Red Fa.
Ancestor Chifa suddenly felt the terrifying white light invade his Nascent Soul Purple Mansion.
Suddenly he couldn't even feel his Dantian.
"Sealing...Sealing Talisman..."
Ancestor Chifa said in stunned silence.
He had already vaguely guessed that this thing was probably from the immortal ancestor who was proficient in talismans.
Ancestor Chifa’s eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
First, he was worried about his own situation, and at the same time, he was even more afraid of the powerful forces behind Fang Yang.
Even the Immortal Ancestor of the Divine Transformation Stage would have to put a lot of effort into refining such a spirit-sealing talisman.
After the ancestor Chifa was attached to the spirit-sealing talisman, he suddenly became a mortal.
Fang Yang ignored him and removed Old Man Qi from the Five Elements Compass.
At this time, although Old Uncle Qi was treated by Xie Xueyi and others, he still did not make much improvement.
The old man is still in a coma and his life is hanging by a thread.
After all, Old Man Qi is over 130 years old.
If I hadn't taken many life-prolonging elixirs, my lifespan would have been exhausted long ago.
Fang Yang's face was solemn, and his true energy was input into Old Man Qi's body.
But he also discovered that Old Man Qi's body was unable to absorb spiritual energy.
Fang Yang was horrified, knowing that Old Man Qi might have lost his longevity due to this accident and would be unable to survive.
Fang Yang refused to accept his fate and quickly took out a piece of green jelly grass that he was reluctant to use.
This leaf has the strongest fairy spirit.
Fang Yang desperately extracted the fairy energy from it and quickly injected it into Old Man Qi's body.
Finally, with the intervention of the fairy spirit, Old Man Qi's health barely improved.
Fang Yang used this fairy energy to protect Old Man Qi's heart veins near his Dantian.
This will save Old Man Qi's health.
After a while, Old Man Qi weakly opened his eyes.
When he saw Fang Yang, he smiled kindly: "Yang'er, good boy, you are back..."
"Uncle Qi and your parents miss you so much!"
Even though Old Uncle Qi was so seriously injured, the simple feelings in his heart warmed Fang Yang's heart.
"Yang'er, I'm so happy that I can see you one last time!"
"I'm so happy to see that Fengcheng is getting better and better and Yangmen is thriving!"
Uncle Qi was happy to see Fang Yang and struggled to let Fang Yang help him up.
It seems like his spirits are much better.
However, Fang Yang is proficient in the method of elixir Qihuang and understands that this may be a serious sign of returning to the light.
"Uncle Qi...Thank you so much for these years..."
Seeing Uncle Qi, who had saved his life, suffer such a catastrophe, Fang Yang's heart was as sharp as a knife, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Old Uncle Qi looked at the young Yang Clan disciples around him, with a kind and peaceful smile on his lips.
"The disciples of the Yang Sect are very good. They are kind and brave. Each one practices harder than the other, just like you back then..."
As he spoke, Old Man Qi's voice weakened.
When Fang Yang saw this, he immediately continued to activate the spirit energy in the hope of saving Uncle Qi's life.
Although the effect was not good, it was the fairy spirit energy that transcended spiritual energy and Hunyuan energy, which allowed Old Man Qi to recover a little.
"Yang'er, it's useless. Uncle Qi is old and useless, and his longevity has been exhausted!"
"Don't waste this precious spiritual energy on Uncle Qi anymore..."
Uncle Qi didn't know that Fang Yang was no longer using spiritual energy, but fairy energy.
"Uncle Qi, I won't let you die, I will definitely try my best to save you..." Fang Yang suddenly said to himself.
"By the way, Uncle Qi, I can use the seven-color misty lotus to reshape your body!"
"If you inject your soul into your new body, you will definitely be reborn..."
Fang Yang thought crazily.
However, such an action is very dangerous. After all, Qi Bo Yuanshen is very weak and his lifespan is really exhausted.
If Fang Yang did this forcefully, it would be considered as going against nature.
If you are not careful, you may go crazy and be in danger.
"Yang'er, stop being like this. Uncle Qi is tired and wants to rest. Look, your Aunt Qi and Brother Qi Zhu have come to pick me up. I made them wait for too long, too long..."
Old Uncle Qi's eyes were dull, but full of emotion.
For a moment, the softest place in Fang Yang's heart was touched, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Finally, with tears in his eyes, Fang Yang stopped insisting and gradually let go of the fairy spirit energy that was constantly being injected into Old Man Qi's body.
Without the support of the fairy spirit, the look on Old Man Qi's face dimmed, but he felt more peaceful.
Old Uncle Qi used his last strength to nodded to Fang Yang, and then fell asleep slowly and peacefully.
"Brother, Uncle Qi has left..."
Fairy Yuefang was already in tears at this time.
When many Yangmen disciples heard this, they all burst into tears.
These disciples had received a lot of favors back then and had long regarded Old Man Qi as the elder of their own family.
Fang Yang held Old Uncle Qi's body in his arms, stayed quietly, and then let out bursts of shrill wails at the sky.
The sound rushed into the nine heavens, making the grass and trees mourn together.
"Qingxu Sect, Lanlin Holy Sect! I have recorded this grudge against Fang Yang!" Fang Yang shouted to the sky.
For a time, the entire Yangmen fell into grief.
It seems that sadness is invading this world.
Then, it started raining fiercely in the sky.
Fang Yang used a stream of Gang Qi to protect Old Man Qi's body, but he himself was caught in the rain.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Raindrops as big as broad beans are afraid of hitting the ground, just like the heavy rain when Fang Yang left home...
Afterwards, Fang Yue immediately started asking his disciples to clean up the battlefield.
Then, the two brothers Fang Yang and Fang Yue led many disciples to bury Old Man Qi in a grand ceremony.
"We must avenge Old Man Qi!"
Fang Yang was already thinking about how to deal with the other big sect in Linglan Mountain.
After giving Old Man Qi a grand burial, Fang Yang also learned about the current situation of the Fang family from Fairy Yue Fang.
Nowadays, the Fang family has great influence in the mortal world.
Because the Shu Kingdom was in chaos that year, his younger brother Fang Mu had a heart for the world and launched a rebel army to fight in all directions.
Coupled with the support of Fang Yue and Yangmen, victory has been achieved after many years of war.
His younger brother Fang Mu not only unified the original territory of Shu, but also established a large territory in the north.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country's name was changed to "Yang".
"Yang Guo!" Fang Yang smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Fang Yue couldn't help but think of the younger brother who followed behind him with a runny nose.
He never imagined that that little kid would now be the founding king of the country.
Thinking of these, Fang Yang felt quite happy.
This time, because the Yang Clan was in danger, Fang Yue had to arrange in advance for her parents and some low-level disciples to hide in the Yang Palace to avoid the disaster.
Because of Fang Yang's special status, Fang Yue and the others have always hidden the relationship between the Xiuzhen family and Yang country, so few people know about it.
(When I was writing this chapter, I burst into tears, and my fingers on the keyboard were shaking. I couldn’t control my emotions at all! Only then did I realize that I was really writing the book with my heart, and it was a real emotion.
There are still tears in the corners of my eyes now, ugh... it’s embarrassing! I hope everyone can support me, it’s late at night, sweet dreams to all readers!)