Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 75 The shocked head of the Yan family!
  Seeing Dong Xuan'er acting so arrogantly, Han Li had a headache. He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly and said through the voice:
  "Junior Sister looks like this, aren't you afraid that Uncle Hongfu will blame you?"

As soon as these words came out, Dong Xuan'er trembled slightly, retracted her legs, and retreated behind Han Li, not daring to say anything.

"I hope Senior Brother Yan won't blame me!"

Han Li looked into his eyes, a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and apologized.

Yan Yun waved his hand slightly, with this look on his face, and said: "Nothing, I happen to have nothing to do, so why not just follow you around the Yan Family Fort."

In the Yan Family Fort, Yan Yun didn't have anyone to worry about, so he might as well see if he could make a deal with Han Li.

He exchanged the Qingyuan Sword Technique for the method of making the Qingzhu Bee Cloud Sword magic weapon in his hand.

It would be great if we could get some more thousand-year-old elixir.

"It is Han's honor to have Senior Brother Yan as his companion!"

Coming to such a strange place, Han Li could only dream of meeting the familiar Yan Yun.

"Just let me go!"

Unknowingly, a group of people had arrived in front of a thick white mist.

His spiritual consciousness swept over it, unable to detect the slightest bit of scenery inside.

"This is the Yanjia Fort!"

Yan Hao chuckled at Han Li and then tapped the storage bag, and a light yellow token appeared in his hand.

Spiritual energy was poured into it, and a large piece of yellow light suddenly shot out from the token, rushing straight into the thick fog ahead.

"Buzz!"

As a buzzing sound sounded, the thick fog in the distance instantly dispersed.

What appeared in front of everyone was a huge city located between two steep peaks.

Looking at the huge city wall that was thirty or forty feet high, as well as the countless tall ancient buildings within the wall, both Han Li and Dong Xuan'er found it extremely novel and dizzying.

"This is Yanling Castle, one of the important places of our Yan family, please come with me!"

At this moment, Yan Hao's face straightened slightly and he introduced Han Li and Dong Xuan'er behind him.

"what?"

Yan Yun let out a sigh and couldn't help but look towards Yan Ling Castle, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"It's interesting that they are actually fighting. Yan Yun, let's go over and have a look!"

Han Li and others followed Yan Yun's gaze.

On the right side of Yanling Castle there is an arena that is tens of feet in size.

Two men wearing different clothes were floating in the air and facing each other.

On the right is a sturdy man wearing brown clothing of the Yan family, and opposite is a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect wearing a green robe, gray eyes, yellow hair, and dark skin.

On both sides of the arena, there were disciples from the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Yan Family Fort.

They all stared at the two people fighting in the ring.

"Ghost Spirit Gate?"

Looking at the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples competing in the arena, Yan Hao frowned slightly, couldn't help but glance at Yan Yun, and asked in a low voice:
  "Senior Brother Yan, why are there disciples from the Ghost Spirit Sect here?"

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "You and I have just come back. How could we know? We may have to pay homage to our ancestor to find out."

At the same time, the descendants of the Yan family in the arena suddenly waved their sleeves.

In an instant, several rocks the size of millstones rushed towards the green-robed Ghost Spirit Sect disciples.

The man in green robe sneered, glanced at the giant rock with his slender eyes, and then took out a triangular yellow flag.

"Hoohoo!"

A raging yellow wind continued to surge out and wrap around the body.

The huge rock fell on the yellow wind, like hitting soft cotton.

"Is this what you Yan family disciples can do?"

The man in green robe sneered several times, and several jet-black poisonous mist suddenly appeared around him, like howling poisonous snakes, weaving into an airtight black net and flying towards the children of the Yan family.

At the same time, six snow-white skeletons appeared next to him, floating beside him, opening their mouths and letting out shrill screams, which was quite penetrating.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the Yan family disciples immediately took out a green-yellow paper fan.

Wave it vigorously, and wisps of deep purple mist pour out from the paper fan.

In an instant, the black poisonous snake was dispersed, and the purple mist surged towards the man in green robe.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Looking at the thick purple mist, six snow-white skulls suddenly swallowed the dark purple poisonous mist completely into their mouths.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the Yan family disciples across from him were really stunned.

The man in green robe chuckled: "Boy, you want to show off in front of me with these poisonous mist methods?"

"Is it possible that we don't know that our ghost spirit sect is the ancestor of poison?"

As he spoke, his right hand gave a quick slap to the skull's Heavenly Spirit Cap.

In an instant, the skull grew in the wind and turned into half the size of a human.

The six skeletons opened their mouths at the same time, and several jet-black light beams spurted out at the same time, converging into a giant light beam, which actually penetrated a big hole in the Yan family's protective Huang Feng.

The powerful impact caused him to faint and fall from the air.

"It's really a ruthless attack!"

Yan Hao's eyes narrowed, and he yelled angrily: "The fight is so merciless."

Yan Yun smiled faintly: "The Ghost Spirit Sect is one of the six sects of the Demonic Path after all, so it is normal to act like this!"

But it has to be said that the two people on the stage are both in the middle stage of foundation building.

But from a fighting point of view, they are not on the same level at all.

With the strength of the man in green robe, he could easily deal with two descendants of the Yan family of the same strength.

"No wonder you want to send the family's children to the big sects!"

Yan Yun muttered silently in his heart, and several people came from a distance.

The leader is a short, old-looking elder from the Yan family. He has strong cultivation and has reached the late stage of foundation building.

Beside him was a young monk with a silver grimace.

"Wang Chan?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, he thought silently in his heart, he had an idea, and then he slowly stepped forward.

"Junior Yan Yun, I have met the elder!"

The old-looking elder Yan's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw Yan Yun.

"Yan Yun, you have actually reached the peak of foundation building?"

You must know that Yan Yun left Yanjiabao and joined the Yanyue Sect only for a mere ten years.

It has already reached the peak of foundation building.

This cultivation speed is already far beyond that of Yan Ruyan who has Tianlinggen.

How not to be shocked.

Looking at Yan Yun in front of him, the elder rolled his eyes slightly and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wang Chan.

In the five competitions, the Yan family lost four miserably, and the Yan family had lost face.

Yan Yun, who is now at the peak of foundation building, can definitely restore face to the Yan family.

With this in mind, he smiled at Wang Chan and said: "The mysterious method of the Ghost Spirit Sect is indeed exquisite. This is a disciple of my Yan family who has become a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect. He just came back today!"

"Why don't you let him come and ask for advice? What do you think?"

Wang Chan's eyes narrowed slightly and then fell on Yan Yun.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Yan Yun, Wang Chan frowned slightly.

He is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and although he has many methods, if he falls into Yan Yun's hands, it will be a disgrace to the Ghost Spirit Sect.

With this in mind, he shouted softly behind him: "No. 1!"

As his words fell, a muscular blood guard wearing a blood-colored robe appeared next to Wang Chan.

"Subordinates are here!"

The Blood Guard knelt on one knee and looked at Wang Chan respectfully.

The aura emanating from his body is condensed, which is enough to reach the late stage of foundation building.

These are Wang Chan's Twelve Blood Guards, and they are Wang Chan's most capable subordinates besides the alchemy monk brothers surnamed Li.

Everyone's strength is in the late stage of foundation building, and this number's strength has reached the peak of foundation building.

Especially after practicing the special skills of Ghost Spirit Sect, although the potential has been exhausted, it can only stop at the foundation building stage.

But its strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level.

Wang Chan glanced at Yan Yun and said softly: "Let this disciple of the Yan family, who studied under the Yanyue Sect, see the methods of our Ghost Spirit Sect!"

"A peak foundation-building monk?"

Yan Yun glanced at the blood guard, raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

The body turned into a blue shadow and landed steadily on the ring.

At the same time, Blood Guard No. 1 emitted a dazzling blood light and fled directly to the opposite side of Yan Yun.

His whole body was filled with blood mist, and from a distance, Yan Yun could smell a pungent smell of blood.

Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and a green wind blade instantly condensed in front of him.

"call out!"

As a sharp sound broke through the air, the wind blade cut through the air at extremely fast speed, and appeared on Blood Guard No. 1 in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the wind blade was beyond the imagination of Blood Guard No. 1.

He took out a bloody long knife from his face, and there was an extremely eerie white bone skull on the handle.

There is a strong evil spirit on it.

It's actually a top-notch magic weapon.

If he met other peak foundation-building monks, he might still have the strength to fight, but he met Yan Yun.

The result is no longer in doubt.     "Stab it!"

The cyan wind blade was extremely fast and landed heavily on the bloody sword.

With a crisp click sound, the bloody long knife broke.

The wind blade dimmed a little, but its speed did not slow down, and it landed directly on Blood Guard No. 1.

With a "bang" sound, the wind blade directly left a deep scar on the Blood Guard's right shoulder.

Bright red blood gurgled from his shoulders.

His body even flew backwards and hit hard outside the ring.

Looking at the scene in front of me, there was a moment of silence.

The monks present were all surprised and in disbelief.

Both of them are at the peak of foundation building cultivation, so why is there such a huge gap in strength.

With just a simple wind blade, this blood guard was easily defeated.

"Is this the strength of Senior Brother Yan?"

Han Li, who was under the ring, looked at Yan Yun, who had his hands behind his back, as if what just happened was not a fight.

But go through a formality.

"Is the wind blade technique so powerful?"

Han Li recited several words silently and thought about it in his heart.

Dong Xuan'er beside her, her lips slightly opened, looked at Yan Yun, who had a faint cyan shadow on the stage.

"Senior Brother Yan will definitely become a pill-forming monk in the future!"

"How great it would be if we could become a spiritual couple with him!"

Yan Yun raised his hand towards Blood Guard No. 1 and said, "I accept it!"

As he spoke, Yan Yun's figure swayed and landed lightly next to the elder of the Yan family.

"waste!"

At the same time, Wang Chan stared at Blood Guard No. 1 and yelled: "You didn't even stop a move!"

"Little Lord!"

Blood Guard No. 1 turned pale and lowered his head, daring not to refute.

Compared to Wang Chan, who was furious, the elders of the Yan family were full of joy.

Yan Yun really gave him a good face. He looked at Yan Yun and said with a smile: "Well done. My ancestor misses you very much since you haven't been back for so long. Come with me to pay homage to my ancestor tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Yun's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly raised his hands in agreement.

In this way, everything goes smoothly.

After meeting the ancestor of the Yan family, you can inform the master.

After saying goodbye to Han Li, he followed the elders of the Yan family to the tallest building in the fortress.

Feiyun Pavilion.

There was an old man with red hair, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

And not far in front of him, stood three gray-clothed old men with hands down, with extremely respectful expressions.

At the same time, a girl with a graceful figure came from outside the house.

Walking up to the old man, she saluted and said, "Ruyan has met the ancestor!"

The red-haired ancestor of the Yan family looked at Yan Ruyan up and down, and couldn't help but nodded happily: "Yes, yes, in just a few years, we have reached the middle stage of foundation building!"

"I think it won't take more than a hundred years for you to break through the core formation stage!"

"When the time comes, the future of the Yan family will depend on you!"

Listening to the ancestor's praise, Yan Ruyan raised her head with a smile on her face, a trace of complacency flashed in her eyes.

The head of the Yan family stood aside, watching his daughter being praised by his ancestor, and couldn't help but feel happy.

"By the way, how about Yan Yun at Hidden Moon Sect?"

The ancestor looked at Yan Ruyan and couldn't help but think of Yan Yun who was going together, so he asked.

Upon hearing the word Yan Yun, Yan Ruyan's face stiffened and she cupped her hands and said, "He's back too."

"Uh-huh!"

The ancestor of the Yan family nodded and Langsheng said: "Have you cultivated to the foundation-building stage? If you can't improve your cultivation, it would be good to give birth to more wind-spirited heirs for my Yan family!"

"Is it really possible for his heir to have wind spirit roots?"

Yan Ruyan frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask: "If there was such a technique, wouldn't it be full of supernatural spiritual roots?"

The ancestor of the Yan family pondered for a moment, and then said: "This type of technique does have some flaws."

"Does Yan Yun know that?"

Yan Ruyan was shocked and asked quickly.

The ancestor of the Yan family raised his lips slightly, smiled and shook his head.

At the same time, a soft voice came from outside the house: "Junior Yan Yun, pay homage to our ancestor!"

Listening to the shouts outside the house, the ancestor of the Yan family raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and sat on the main seat.

As the door of the house opened, Yan Yun and the elder stepped inside together.

Yan Yun scanned the small room. In addition to the ancestor Yan Ruyan and the head of the Yan family, there were three elders.

Their cultivation levels are all in the late stage of foundation building.

"what?"

With the appearance of Yan Yun, the ancestor suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Have you reached the peak of foundation building?"

Listening to the words of the ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Yun stepped forward quickly and saluted respectfully: "We just made a breakthrough a few days ago!"

"Good! Good!"

Looking at Yan Yun in front of him, the ancestor of the Yan family said several good words in succession.

Then he suddenly reacted, stared at Yan Yun, and asked hurriedly: "You haven't practiced the technique that Yan Qing gave you, have you?"

Looking at the ancestor's appearance, Yan Yun cupped his hands: "Yan Yun is addicted to cultivation and has not practiced yet!"

"So good, so good!"

The ancestor of the Yan family was full of joy, and his eyes looking at Yan Yun were full of excitement.

"Having reached the peak of foundation building at such a young age, God really bless our Yan family!"

"You and Yan Ruyan will break through the core formation stage in the future, and you will definitely be able to revive the Yan family!"

Having said this, he looked at Yan Ruyan who was not far away, and said quickly: "After the Treasure Hunting Conference, you two will become a spiritual couple. Supporting each other in the future, you will definitely be able to go further!"

Yan Ruyan on the side, her heart moved slightly, couldn't help but look at Yan Yun in the distance, a trace of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Before Yan Yun could reply, a man in black suddenly walked outside the house.

This person saluted and said:
  "Ancestors and elders. The guests have been placed in the hall when they arrive."

"But the two guards around him refused to wait outside the hall. They seemed to be monks in the alchemy stage."

"How to deal with it, please let us know from our ancestors!"

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Yan family narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "After all, it would be strange if the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect does not have a bodyguard by his side!"

At this point, a trace of anger flashed across his face: "It's just that this kid is wearing a mask when he comes here. He is really sneaky and annoying!"

As he spoke, he strode towards the outside of the house.

Seeing this, everyone followed the ancestor of the Yan family to the hall.

Yan Yun took his time and walked slowly behind Yan Ruyan.

Looking at Yan Yun behind her, Yan Ruyan's cheeks turned red and she quickly quickened her pace.

As soon as he entered the hall, the ancestor of the Yan family saw a slender young man wearing a devil's silver mask, sitting motionless in the guest seat.

Behind him stood two men in green robes.

One has wrinkles on his face one after another, his head is full of white hair, and he is aging in an awkward manner.

The other one was a boy with white teeth and pigtails.

"It turns out they are the famous Li brothers. No wonder they don't take our Yan family seriously."

After seeing the faces of the two men in green robes clearly, the ancestor of the Yan family narrowed his pupils and snorted softly.

"I didn't expect that our brothers' reputation would be so great. Even the ancestors of the Yan family know about it. Tsk, tsk, this is really an honor for us brothers!"

"However, this time my brothers are only responsible for protecting the safety of the young master. The real person in charge is our young master. If anything happens, Brother Yan should just discuss it with our young master."

The boy-like person had an extremely innocent face, but his voice was extremely rough.

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Yan family raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Wang Chan, and said: "Why do you ghost spirit sect come all the way here?"

Seeing the ancestor of the Yan family with such a temper, Wang Chan was not angry. Instead, he took out a jade slip and stepped forward:

"My father has a letter for the junior to give to the senior. He also sent two words to the junior for the junior to say and listen to the senior."

But the ancestor of the Yan family sat motionless, without any intention of reaching out to pick it up. Instead, he glanced at the jade slip and said indifferently:

"You can read the letter later, but let's talk about those two words first. After I hear it, I will decide whether to read the letter or not."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chan sighed softly, opened his lips slightly, and uttered two words.

"Give me the letter!"

The ancestor of the Yan family changed slightly, quickly stood up from the chair, said with a gloomy face:
  "Come to the secret room with me!"

Then he led Wang Chan directly into a secret room full of restrictions.

Yan Yun looked at the two people's backs and thought silently in his heart: "I just don't know how the Yan family will make a decision!"

At the same time, there was a mountain peak a few miles away from Yanjiabao.

The figure of the old monster Qiong appeared out of thin air, staring at the Yanjia Fort in the distance, as if he was watching fire.

(End of this chapter)