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Ye Fan naturally couldn't bear to refuse, and didn't even want to ask any more questions. He nodded and said, "I will do my best within my capabilities."
"Mr. Ye, it can definitely be done" Ling Baiguang looked at Ling Yuwei with complicated eyes and said, "I hope Mr. Ye can take good care of Yuwei for me Her mother passed away early, and I couldn't Responsible, not a good father"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to entrust Ling Yuwei to him? !
Su Qingxue on the side also had a complex expression, but did not make a sound.
Ling Yuwei cried and said: "Dad, please don't say that! It's your daughter who is not filial to you! She always makes you angry!! Dad, please don't leave me, okay"
Ling Baiguang looked at Ye Fan and continued to ask: "Mr. Ye, can you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will not let Yuwei get hurt"
Ye Fan looked at Ling Yuwei, and just in time, Ling Yuwei was looking back at him. Their eyes met, and they had indescribable complex feelings.
Ye Fan looked at Su Qingxue next to him again. What he was actually worried about was that Su Qingxue had other ideas.
But Su Qingxue smiled slightly at him and nodded.
Seeing that the woman agreed to this, Ye Fan really couldn't bear to let Ling Baiguang die with his eyes open, so he said: "I understand, Master Ling, I promise you that as long as I can do my best, I will not let Yuwei get hurt."
"Okayok" Ling Baiguang's eyes became more and more distracted, and his breath became weaker, "Ibelieve you"
After saying the last three words, Ling Baiguang lost his life.
Dozens of Shushan disciples were at the scene, feeling dejected.
Outside the gate, an old man who was in a hurry and travel-worn suddenly flew over.
When the old man saw the scene inside the house, he shouted "white light" in grief!
It was Ling Qingfeng. He rushed back in a hurry, but he was unable to see his son for the last time.
"Master! The head brother is gone!" Li Lihong and other disciples cried one after another.
Ling Qingfeng staggered to the bedside and cried bitterly as he looked at Ling Baiguang who had passed away peacefully.
¡°You have white hair and black hair, why does God do this to my Ling family and Shushan!!¡±
Ling Yuwei also hugged her grandfather, and her grandfather and grandson burst into tears.
But when everyone in the room was still extremely sad, Ye Fan suddenly noticed an unusual aura coming from the back of Shushan Mountain.
"Someone has invaded!"
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he ran out first.
When everyone heard what Ye Fan said, they were all stunned. They subconsciously thought that the master who attacked Shushan would come again, and hurriedly followed him out.
Even Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran to the back mountain.
As soon as Ye Fan arrived at the back mountain, he saw seven or eight corpses of Shushan disciples on the ground, all of which looked like they had been burned by flames and were beyond recognition.
An old man wearing a red and black robe with gray hair hanging loose was standing in front of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, looking at the people from Shushan who were coming with disdain.
"Are you the one who attacked Master Ling?" Ye Fan saw the old man and found that he could not clearly see his cultivation level, but from the feeling, the other person should have surpassed the realm of concentration, and was probably a master of the Lichen realm. !
The old man said calmly: "Boy, you don't look like someone from Shushan. Why are you here to mind your own business?"
"Why did you attack the Shushan sect? What kind of organization are you?" Ye Fan remembered that Su Qingxue said that all the major sects were attacked.
The old man had no intention of answering properly. When he saw the people from the Shushan Sect arriving behind him, he smiled and said: "Finally, they are all here. I am waiting for you to get your team in order, and I am getting impatient after waiting."
Under the leadership of Ling Qingfeng, the elders of Shushan all held their own swords and waited sternly.
Ling Qingfeng looked at the disciples who were burned to death and frowned, "Who are you?"
"Are you Ling Qingfeng?" the old man in red asked.
"Exactly," Ling Qingfeng said with a gloomy look.
The old man seemed to be reminiscing, and after thinking for a while, he said, "How many years has Ling Jiuheng been gone?"
Ling Qingfeng was stunned for a moment and said in astonishment: "Do you know my grandfather!?"
Many elders and Shushan disciples present were also shocked, because Ling Jiuheng was the great elder of the previous generation on Shushan, Ling Qingfeng¡¯s grandfather.
This old man in red and black clothes is the same generation as Ling Jiuheng! ?
The old man did wave his hand, "I don't know, II'm just guessing. Since you are now the great elder in Shushan, your grandfather should have left.
"But I did have some friendship with Ling Taiyuan, but it's a pity that he died of illness, otherwise your Ling family probably wouldn't have fallen into this situation today."
As soon as these words came out, Ling Qingfeng's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock.
Ye Fan, like most people in Shushan, has no idea what this means.
Ling Yuwei also stopped crying at this moment and asked hesitantly: "Grandpa, is the Ling Taiyuan he is talking about the genius ancestor of our Ling family more than three hundred years ago?"
Ling Qingfeng nodded reluctantly and said: "It should be that ancestor The ancestor of Taiyuan is said to have reached the Great Perfection of Concentration and understood the meaning of the sword at the age of twenty.
"It's a pity that the state of concentration is still mortal after all, and medical treatment at that time was not as developed as it is now. After he contracted an incurable disease, he died young, leaving only one son."
"How could it behow could he know our ancestors from three hundred years ago?" Ling Yuwei said in disbelief.
The old man in red laughed and said: "Little girl, I'm just over three hundred years older than you, what's the fuss about?
??The martial god Ye Wuya whom you worship has lived for more than five hundred years. Are you just allowed to stay alive forever? "
Ye Fan was stunned, Ye Wuya? God of war?
Back then, the Qi Tyrant and the Demon Prison Officer asked him what his relationship was with Ye Wuya
I, am I really related to the God of War
Ye Fan was lost in thought for a while, and it seemed as if he couldn't hear the sounds around him.
Ling Qingfeng¡¯s expression changed and he said: ¡°Since you are an old senior and have connections with our ancestors, why do you want to harm our Shushan and Ling family members like this!!?¡±
The old man laughed and said: "Little guy, if you want to blame, blame the God of War you worship. If it weren't for his hypocritical face and the evil deeds he did three hundred years ago, we wouldn't be interested in doing anything to the descendants of our ancestors!
Sooner or later, you will understand that you are aiding the evildoers and worshiping a devil in the world! ! "
"I don't know what you are talking nonsense about. If you are suffering in front of the Martial God, then you should go to the Martial God. Now you are killing innocent people like this, who do you think you are a senior master!?" Ling Qingfeng said angrily.
The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, "You are right, if I can kill Ye Wuya with my own hands, I will definitely be willing to fight him, even if we are both destroyed, I will not hesitate
"It's a pity that I think that the devil is far beyond our ability to defeat To defeat him, naturally we can only think of other ways." "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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