It was noon, the sun was shining, although it was only the end of spring, but the ancient city of Chang'an was already very hot, and the dull air made people a little breathless.

At this time, at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, not far from the Qinling Wildlife Park, Fengjiabao, was gloomy and bleak, and the sky above the eaves building seemed to be filled with a year-round cold.

In last night's battle, except for Feng Tingye and Feng Tian, who fled back, all the Jindan powerhouses sent out died tragically.

Including all the disciples of the Feng family's Jindan realm and a few outstanding descendants, this was like a bolt from the blue for the entire Feng family, the strength was greatly hit, the vitality was greatly damaged, and the clansmen were greatly shocked and saddened.

Everyone thought that sending fifty Jindan powerhouses would be enough to annex Jiulong Villa, but they never thought that this situation would occur, and there were so many irrelevant Jindan powerhouses who interfered with Fengzihao's plan, it was really a matter of stealing chickens and rice.

In a luxurious bedroom, the pale Feng Tian was lying on a velvet bed, his lips were purple, his eyes were closed, he had never woken up, and his breath was extremely unstable.

There were several people standing beside the bed, Feng Tingye, Feng Zhenghao, the head of the Feng family, Feng Tianlong's sister Feng Tianlu, the old lady of the Feng family, and some family descendants.

The old lady of the Feng family sat on the edge of the bed, her face was wrinkled, there were a few old age spots on her puffy eyelids, and her cloudy old eyes were full of resentment.

"Is it a bloody and ruthless person? It's just a junior, and he dares to hurt my grandson like this, it's really damned.

If it weren't for the ban order in the nine places, it was strictly forbidden for people who were older than thirty years old and above to leave the sect and family without permission, and the old man would have to kill him personally!" Old Taijun Feng said bitterly in a hoarse voice, and the cold light gleamed in the cloudy old eyes.

"Mother, don't worry too much, Tianzong will be fine, sooner or later, the bloody and ruthless people will be eliminated by my Feng family!" Feng Zhenghao said in a deep voice.

"What the old body is worried about is not Zong'er's injury, this kind of injury can be healed in a month or two if you take some healing pills, and the old body is worried about the other sects!"

"This son really has some ability, his true qi is so domineering and fierce, and his old body has crossed into his true qi five or six times, but he has not completely dissolved it! This kind of person must not let him grow up!"

Looking up at Feng Tingye, he reprimanded: "Zong'er was so seriously injured and almost fell, you have an unshirkable responsibility, if you arrived earlier, Zong'er wouldn't be like this!"

Therefore, I will leave the task of keeping an eye on the bloody and ruthless man to you, and once you find out his whereabouts, inform me that the old body has his own way to let him die!

As for Kowloon Villa, hmph, and wait, in the long run, sooner or later they will pay the price!"

"Yes!" Feng Tingye nodded hurriedly, his heart relieved, this punishment was much lighter than he imagined

"Grandma, am I at home?" At this time, Feng Tianzong finally woke up, looked around, and saw that the old lady and his father were beside him, and his heart was relieved that his life was finally safe.

Thinking of what happened last night, Feng Tianzong only felt a chill in his heart, if he hadn't had a talisman on his body at that time, I was afraid that the first sword of the Bloody Ruthless Man would kill him, and his strength was not at the same order of magnitude as the Bloody Ruthless Man.

"Zong'er, you're awake, but you're worried about your grandmother, how do you feel now?" Old Lady Feng's gloomy face showed a smile, like a chrysanthemum about to wither, and the old eyes showed a luster of pampering.

"I feel fine, it's just that my whole body hurts, and it's okay!" Feng Tianzong propped up his body and did it.

"Well, you don't need to worry about the bloody and ruthless people, grandma will avenge you, just recuperate your injuries with peace of mind!"

"No, grandma, I want to retreat and cultivate and kill that guy with my own hands!" Feng Tianzong shook his head firmly, and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

After last night's battle, he clearly realized that there are people outside the world, and his current strength is not the top among the younger generation, so he needs to retreat.

What is more important is to use the time of retreat to erase the psychological shadow left by the bloody ruthless man, otherwise the bloody ruthless man will always be a thorn in his Dao heart, making his mind inaccessible and affecting his future spiritual progress.

As for killing the bloody and ruthless people alone, he just talked about it, he didn't dare to think about it in his heart, he just wanted to gather people and make a comeback.

"Okay, good, this is my good indulgence, this failure is not a good thing for you, you have been smooth sailing since you were a child, lack of tempering ......" The old lady nodded with satisfaction, and touched Feng Tianzong's head dotingly.

At this time, a cultivator dressed as a domestic servant walked into the room quickly, arched his hand and said, "Old lady, the people of those sects in the front hall have made a fuss, saying that if they don't give an explanation, they will give the family an explanation!"

"En, tell them that the old body will be there soon!" Old Taijun Feng's expression darkened, turning from joy to annoyance, and when the servant left the room, he trembled, gritted his teeth, and said: "A group of white-eyed wolves who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard, for so many years, these sects have taken no less benefits.

Now the Feng family is in trouble, and this group of things has come to rob by fire, if there is a kind, why don't you dare to go directly to Jiulong Villa, but my Feng family is not soft......"

"Let's go, Feng Tianlu, you go and inform Elder Taishang, with his old man's house, these sects must be obedient to the old body!" The old lady stood up and snorted coldly, the corners of her wrinkled mouth full of sneers.

Everyone in the outside world thought that the Feng family only had three elders in the Yuan Infant Realm, but they didn't know that the Feng family also had a Supreme Elder who had been in retreat for more than 20 years, and this was the Feng family's greatest reliance.

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Although the Huashan Xuanjie is not as vast as the Kunlun Ruins Xuanjie and the Zhenwu Xuanjie, it is also continuous for hundreds of miles, during which there are countless majestic peaks, the mountains are linked together, and the steep peaks are like a sword forest, and the sharp swords are towering in the sky.

The eighty-one sword peaks of Huashan Xuanjie are known as the ten major caves of heaven and blessed land, full of aura, misty and dense, full of vitality, it is simply a fairyland.

The cliffs of the sword blades are engraved with countless words and sword-style sword moves, which can be regarded as the development history of Huashan, and these wall carvings continue to tell people about the profound heritage and long history of Huashan.

The ancient holy land of Huashan is divided into three, namely Huashan Jianmen, Huashan Xuanmen, and Huashan Vientiane Gate.

In a wide cave mansion, there was a middle-aged man in a green robe sitting in the center, the middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his air was calm, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the disciple holding the plate not far away, and his eyes burst out with two sword qi like substance.

The white-clothed disciple was overwhelmed by the sword qi, his face turned pale on the spot, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the plate in his hand shook.

In the plate were seven small square signs that looked like jade and not jade, all with their names written on them, but a crack appeared on the signs.

"The natal cards are all broken, and several of them must be dead!Who did it, who did it!?" The middle-aged man suddenly roared angrily, his momentum burst out, and his sword qi pierced through the air, leaving sword marks on the hard stone wall, and the whole mountain trembled.

He didn't care about the death of the others, but Song Qingyu was his personal disciple, and he still held the Qingyu Sword, the twenty-second famous sword of the Huashan Sword Gate, in his hand, and Song Qingyu's name was also because of the Qingyu Sword.

Song Qingyu fell, and the Qingyu Sword must have been lost because of this, and the Sword Gate lost an excellent disciple and a famous sword at the same time, how could he not be angry.

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~RS