Suddenly, Chen Shen thought of a possibility. With his bright eyes suddenly brightening, he hurriedly asked the Dragon Slayer in front of him——
"By the way, senior, if I was also knocked unconscious, put into the beast bag, and when I woke up, I would directly destroy the space wall of the beast bag, would I be able to fall into the turbulent flow of time and space like Zi Linglong?
"
Hearing this, Lord Dragon Slayer rolled his eyes: "You actually want to jump into a desperate place that others are afraid of avoiding?"
"I know you are eager to save people, but I advise you to put it aside!"
"You know, there are far more than one place where the turbulence of time and space exists in the vast universe."
"Even if you follow the same pattern and tear apart the 'space barrier' of the beast bag, you may not be sucked into the turbulent space where the Purple Linglong is."
The answer given by the Dragon Slayer God made Chen Shen look slightly gloomy.
After a brief silence, the young man let out a long breath, and then changed the topic: "I forgot to ask, how are the hostages trapped by the 'Five-Star Qihun Array'?"
"All the hostages detained in the phalanx where I went have been successfully rescued!"
The Dragon Slayer God spoke back and patted the beast bag hanging on his waist——
“Buzz~~”
After the sudden inspiration, more than a dozen hostages appeared one after another, including the four general guards of Tianqibao Pavilion, Jiawu, Yilu, Bingchang and Dingqing.
At the same time, Ling'er also hurriedly patted her animal bag: "Don't worry, young master, Ling'er has also rescued the master and second uncle."
“Buzz~~”
When the white light dimmed, Chen Zangfeng's face came into his eyes, and Chen Shen couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Although this old man has already reached the level of the sect and his lifespan has increased by thousands of years, he looks much "younger" than when Chen Shen was just reborn in another world.
But...the faint sadness between his eyebrows brought about a sad look that couldn't be concealed.
However, when Chen Zangfeng's old eyes saw Chen Shen, and after staring intently for a few breaths, the bright-headed old man seemed to be completely relieved, and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Hey, I originally wanted to live in the secular world.
Then it won’t be a hindrance to your progress. Who would have thought that I would be a dragster for you again!”
"Grandpa, what are you saying? It's because your grandson is unfilial..."
Immediately, the operational commanders who went to the "belly" of the other three parties also summoned all the hostages they had rescued out of their animal bags.
The reason why they all knocked out the "hostages", put them into the beast bag and brought them here was because they were afraid that they would run into cultivators from the three sects and five sects on their way back to the top of Qingyun.
Once there is a fight, the coaches of each team are certainly worthy, but the Chen family members who are generally only in the Xuanzong and Xuanhuang realms, dear friends, may be injured by the residual power generated during the battle.
, and even died directly!
This is not the result Miao Ling and others want to see...
At a certain moment, the Dragon-Slaying God suddenly looked at Mr. Chen and asked, "Are you Chen Shen's grandfather, Chen Zangfeng?"
When Chen Zangfeng heard this, although he was surprised, he still nodded: "That's right, I haven't asked you yet, right?"
The Dragon Slayer God waved his hand and said, "No hurry, no rush, let's sort out our seniority relationship first, and then it won't be too late to tell you my name."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zangfeng became more and more puzzled: "Uh... what does 'clarify our seniority relationship first' mean?"
"I, Chen Zangfeng, have never met this old man, and his portrait has never appeared in the family genealogy. Why is it related to 'seniority'?"
"Even if this old man's cultivation level is much higher than mine, I should call him senior, but there is no need to be so specific in terms of seniority, right?"
While Chen Zangfeng was astonished, the Dragon-Slaying God asked with a solemn expression.
There is a majestic air in the majestic Xuanyin, which makes people feel solemn and solemn when they hear it: "Let me ask you, your grandfather... er, no, what is your great-grandfather's name?"
"Great-grandfather?"
The corners of Chen Zangfeng's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself: "Is there something wrong with this old guy? He came up and asked for the name of my great-grandfather?"
Feeling slightly unhappy, Mr. Chen simply shook his nose and ignored it.
"Hey? You kid..."
The Dragon-Slaying God is about to go berserk!
After all, in terms of seniority, he was Chen Zangfeng's great-great-grandfather's great-grandfather's great-grandfather, and he had been repeated several times, which was probably more than enough.
The Dragon-Slaying God is quite charitable and polite to Chen Shen. This is because Chen Shen reshaped his body and rebuilt it with kindness. But the "little old man" Chen Zangfeng in front of him is just like him, the Dragon-Slaying God.
There is no friendship left.
"That's all, for the sake of Mr. Chen Shen, ancestor, I won't argue with you!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zangfeng immediately darkened his face: "Damn it, this old guy is too shameless, isn't he?"
"You actually... actually call yourself your ancestor?"
Originally, Chen Zangfeng was concerned about the other party's identity and that he should be an ally who rescued his hostages, so he was quite polite.
But now...
Humph, do you really think that Mr. Chen’s title of Iron-Blooded General is nonsense?
Just when Chen Zangfeng was about to choke the Dragon-Slaying God Lord, a certain name popped out of the latter's mouth, and the anger he had been filled with suddenly turned into smoke——
"Okay, I won't ask you who your grandfather's generation is anymore. I will just tell you some names. See if you have heard them before?"
"Chen Yunjin, Chen Tiandu, Chen Shuying, Chen..."
The Dragon-Slaying God Balabala said a dozen names in a row, but Chen Zangfeng's face became increasingly ugly.
"Tsk, you haven't heard of it? Then let me think about it, I seem to have a great... great-grandson, what is his name..."
"Oh, by the way, Chen Yirong!"
"Chen Yirong?"
When he understood these three words, Chen Zangfeng's eyes widened immediately: "This, this, this, isn't this the ancestor of my Chen family?"
"Oh, I finally got it right."
The Dragon-Slaying God curled his lips: "Chen Yirong is already the name of the last generation that I can think of!"
"And I remember that he seems to be the one with the lowest Xuanxiu aptitude among all my great grandchildren."
Hearing this, Chen Zangfeng was so surprised that he was speechless.
If we were an outsider, how would we know the names of the ancestors of the Chen family?
Not far away, an old man with a long beard stood tall in the sky, but he said that the ancestor of the Chen family was his "great grandson..."?
Chen Zangfeng couldn't remember exactly how many "heavy" words the other party said.
But that's not important. What's important is that this old man, who looks not much older than himself, is really the ancestor of his Chen family?