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Ye Fan naturally couldn't bear to refuse, and didn't even want to ask more, so he nodded and said, "Within my ability, I will do my best."

"Mr. Ye's words, 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 left early, I didn't do my duty, I wasn't a good father......"

Ye Fan was stunned, he didn't expect to entrust Ling Yuwei to him?!

Su Qingxue on the side also had a complicated face, but she didn't say anything.

Ling Yuwei cried: "Dad, don't say that! It's your daughter who is not filial to you! I always make you angry!!Dad, don't leave me, okay......"

Ling Baiguang looked at Ye Fan and continued to ask, "Mr. Ye, can you promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don't let Yuwei be hurt......"

Ye Fan looked at Ling Yuwei, just as Ling Yuwei was looking back at him, the two of them met their eyes, and they had indescribable complicated feelings.

Ye Fan looked at Su Qingxue beside him again, what he was actually worried about was that Su Qingxue had ideas.

But Su Qingxue smiled at him at this time and nodded.

Ye Fan saw that the woman allowed it like this, and he really couldn't bear to let Ling Baiguang die, so he said: "I know, Master Ling, I promise you, as long as I do my best, I won't let Yuwei be hurt."

"Good...... Good ......" Ling Baiguang's eyes became more and more sluggish, and his breath weakened, "I...... Trust you......"

When he finished saying the last three words, Ling Baiguang was no longer alive.

Dozens of Shushanmen people at the scene were sad.

Outside the gate, an old man who was in a hurry and dusty suddenly flew over.

When the old man saw the scene in the house, he shouted "white light" in grief!

It was Ling Qingfeng, and he rushed back in a hurry, but he couldn't see his son's last face.

"Master, senior brother in charge, he's gone!" Li Lihong and other disciples cried out one after another.

Ling Qingfeng staggered to the side of the hospital bed, looked at Ling Baiguang, who had left peacefully, and wept bitterly.

"White hair and black hair, why does God want to treat my Ling family and Shu Mountain like this!!"

Ling Yuwei also hugged her grandfather, and her grandson couldn't cry.

But just when everyone in the house was still extremely sad, Ye Fan suddenly noticed that there was an unusual aura coming from the back mountain of Shu Mountain.

"Someone is invading!"

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he ran out first.

When everyone heard Ye Fan say this, they were all stunned, and subconsciously thought that it would be the master who attacked Shushan again, so they hurriedly followed.

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 Shushanmen people on the ground, all of which had been burned by the flames, and they were unrecognizable.

An old man wearing a red and black robe with scattered gray hair was standing in front of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, looking at the people of Shushan who rushed to the place with a contemptuous expression.

"You are the one who attacked Master Ling?" Ye Fan saw this old man and found that he couldn't see his cultivation clearly, but from the feeling that the other party should have surpassed the realm of condensing gods, and it was likely to be a master of the realm of leaving the earth!

The old man said lightly: "Boy, you don't look like a person from Shushan, why, come here to meddle in your business"?

"Why did you attack the Shushan faction, and what kind of organization are you?" Ye Fan remembered that Su Qingxue said that it was the major factions that were attacked.

The old man didn't mean to answer at all, he saw that the people from the Shushan faction had arrived, so he smiled and said: "Finally, it's all here, the old man is waiting for your personnel to be neat, and I'm impatient to wait."

The elders of Shushan, under the leadership of Ling Qingfeng, all held their own swords and waited solemnly.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at the several disciples who were burned to death, his brows furrowed, "Who are you?"

"Are you Ling Qingfeng?" asked the old man in red.

"Exactly", Ling Qingfeng said with a gloomy gaze.

The old man seemed to reminisce again, thought for a while, and said, "How many years has Ling Jiuheng been gone?"

Ling Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement, "You know my grandfather!?"

Many of the elders and Shushan Sect people present were also shocked, because Ling Jiuheng was the great elder of the previous generation on Shushan Mountain, Ling Qingfeng's grandfather.

Could this old man in red and black clothes be the same generation as Ling Jiuheng!?

The old man did wave his hand, "I don't know, I just guessed, since you are now a great elder in Shushan, then your grandfather should leave."

But well...... I have a little friendship with Ling Taiyuan, but it's a pity that he died of illness, otherwise it is estimated that your Ling family would not have fallen to 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, was completely unclear about what this meant.

Ling Yuwei also stopped crying at this time, and asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, the Ling Taiyuan he said is the genius ancestor of our Ling family more than three hundred years ago?"

Ling Qingfeng nodded bitterly and said, "It should be that ancestor...... The ancestor of Taiyuan is said to have reached the Great Perfection of Contemplation at the age of twenty and comprehended the sword intent.

It's a pity that the realm of concentrating on the gods, after all, is also a mortal, and at that time the medical treatment was not as developed as it is now, after he contracted an incurable disease, he died young, leaving only one son."

"How could it be...... How could he know our ancestors three hundred years ago?" Ling Yuwei said in disbelief.

The old man in red laughed and said, "Little girl, old man, I am just more than 300 years older than you, what's all the fuss?"

Ye Wuya, the martial god you worship, has lived for more than five hundred years, so you only allow him to rely on the world for immortality?"

Ye Fan was stunned, Ye Wuya?

At the beginning, the Atmospheric Tyrant and the Demon Prison Officer also asked him what he had to do with Ye Wuya......

Himself, is it really with the Martial God...... Matter......

Ye Fan fell into contemplation for a while, and the sounds around him seemed to be inaudible.

Ling Qingfeng's expression changed and said, "Since you are an old-timer and have a relationship with our ancestors, why do you want to brutalize our Shushan and the Ling family so much!?

The old man laughed and said: "Little guy, if you want to blame, blame the martial god you worship, if it weren't for his hypocritical face, those evil deeds he did three hundred years ago, we wouldn't be interested in doing it to the descendants of the deceased!"

Sooner or later, you will understand that you are aiding and abetting abuse, worshipping the demons of a human world!!"

"I don't know what you're talking nonsense, if you're suffering in front of the Martial God, then you should find the Martial God, now you're killing innocents like this, what kind of senior is you!?" Ling Qingfeng said angrily.

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, "You're right, if the old man can slash Ye Wuyan, he will definitely be willing to fight him, even if the jade is burned, he will not hesitate...... zgsgq6gphsr6vecaooqaxzxulnoykhfto4tfxtirtl/au9bce7heuymvlmdayuf9rxf3q==

It's a pity that the old man thinks that the devil is far from being something we can defeat...... If you want to defeat him, you naturally have to think of another way. ”

(三七 Chinese.)