"Because I didn't know that group of people at all. I just accidentally revealed that my surname was Ling and that I was your grandson. As a result, they started fighting with me indiscriminately." Ling Feifan said, looking very curious. "Old man,
How many enemies did you make back then?"
This question seems to take me a while to answer.
Ling Han touched his chin, thought seriously for a while, and said, "I have killed most of my enemies, and I won't leave any tail behind."
Okay, this answer is a bit domineering.
"Those people didn't reveal their identities?" Ling Han asked.
"No." Ling Feifan said, and then added, "I was too busy fighting and didn't think to ask them."
This fight was quite confusing, but it really had the style of the old Ling family. If you wanted to fight, you wouldn't be timid at all if you wanted to accompany them.
"Then why are you here? Want to bring in reinforcements?" Ling Han asked.
"Heal your injuries here, be safe." Ling Feifan was quite tough.
Ling Han nodded: "If you encounter someone who is invincible, don't force yourself, just come to me."
"Okay." Ling Feifan agreed, then sat down cross-legged and began to heal his wounds.
He looked miserable, but in fact they were just flesh wounds. He recovered within a few days. He went out again. He thought he had suffered some losses in the previous fight, so he naturally wanted to collect the debt. Lao Ling
The family members are not the ones who keep silent after suffering a loss.
Ling Han didn't care. As long as Ling Feifan's life was not in danger, he would not take action.
After a few days like this, Ling Feifan came back injured again, but with a proud smile on his face. It was obvious that he had caused more serious injuries to the opponent's group.
A few days later, the situation was different.
Ling Feifan returned, but as soon as he entered the door, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
Erbu Tianzun actually lost consciousness?
How serious is this injury?
Ling Han couldn't help but reveal a look of anger.
If Ling Fei was fighting against the mad army, even if his hands and feet were cut off, he would only feel distressed and not angry. But here among his "compatriots", his grandson was beaten like this, which naturally made him furious.
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He scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and his expression relaxed slightly. Fortunately, although Ling Feifan was covered in injuries, his foundation was not damaged, and now he just fainted due to loss of strength.
It is hard to imagine what kind of hard battle Ling Feifan went through, and he actually fought to the point of exhaustion.
Before Ling Han got up, he noticed a group of people approaching, aiming directly at his stone house.
For so many days, Ling Han has been practicing in seclusion and has never met anyone here. Therefore, these people must not be here for him, but for Ling Feifan. They probably saw Ling Feifan enter here.
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"Ling Feifan, get out of here quickly!" Someone shouted outside.
Ling Han frowned. After so many years, why did the battlefield outside the territory become so chaotic?
In the past, military discipline was strict and private fighting was prohibited. Violators would be severely punished. But what happened now? They dared to openly fight at the door.
"Shut up, weren't you very bold before? Why are you so scared now?"
"If you get scared, come out and kowtow three times. I'll tell you a hundred times that anyone named Ling is a bastard."
"How can a hundred times be enough? Why should I do it a thousand times?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The people outside were all laughing so wildly.
Ling Han just used his spiritual thoughts to scan and found that among the twenty-four people, only one was one step, twenty-two were two steps, and one was three steps.
No wonder, Ling Feifan will fight until he loses all his strength. When the second step meets the third step, he is not as evil as Ling Han. How can he not be played like a cat and a mouse until he is exhausted?
Ling Han's face was ugly. He wanted to eliminate Madness, but he didn't have the ambition to protect the world. Even if he had the ambition, it would only be ranked second. What he really wanted to protect was his family and friends.
Now that his grandson is being treated so badly, how can he endure it?
So what if he kills these bastards? With his current height, what else is there to worry about?
To put it another way, wouldn't he dare to turn against Qibu and flip the table even if he didn't have Qibu's fighting strength?
He stood up, opened the door, and walked out slowly.
"Hey, who is this person?"
"Tch, he looks so confident. It's so annoying to look at."
"Who do you think you are?"
The people outside all said that with Ling Han's current height and restrained aura, if he didn't take the initiative to show off his power, who else but Qi Bu would be able to see how extraordinary he is?
Ling Han glanced over, and these Tianzun all gave him a sense of familiarity.
He thought about it and suddenly realized that these people were the life imprints extracted from their bodies by Chong Yan, Po Yue and others, and were the seeds preserved in the Yuan world of the previous generation.
Compared to Feng Wuding's excellence, others are certainly not good enough. More than 500 billion years have passed before he can take one step, two steps, or three steps.
However, Feng Wuding was fully trained by the five people from Chongyan, so his entry speed was certainly fast. Moreover, he did get some benefits from the previous Yuan world, which was definitely far superior to his peers.
"Did you hurt my grandson?" he asked calmly.
"That's your grandson?" Those people laughed and said, "So what, we are going to beat you into a grandson!"
"Okay!" Ling Han nodded. These people started a war with Ling Feifan unreasonably and bullied the smaller ones. Now they even moved out to force Ling Feifan into such a situation. Ling Han was filled with excitement.
anger.
He doesn't care why, since you like to use violence, then he will use violence to solve it.
"Why do you want to be my grandson?" someone said with a smile.
Bang, Ling Han punched out, and the man turned into blood mist.
Second step?
It's just rubbish.
Suddenly, the scene suddenly became quiet and dead.
A two-step player actually died like this?
Although they forced Ling Feifan to the point of losing his strength this time, they still did not dare to make a fatal move. This was because this was a foreign battlefield and everyone needed to unite to face the foreign enemy.
Kill your own people?
No one can bear this bad reputation.
But Ling Han took action, cleanly and without hesitation, and killed the person with one punch, as if he was not a second-step, but an insignificant scum.
Hiss, this is too audacious.
Moreover, one punch can kill someone in two steps. What is the concept of this?
At least three steps of strength!
Everyone was naturally frightened, fearing that Ling Han would start killing again, and except for one of them, who could compete with him?
"Why, there's no sound now?" Ling Han said lightly.
"You, you are so brave, you dare to kill people in the camp!"
"Who the hell are you?"
They asked boldly, because the three-step man was already standing in front, giving them courage.